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Gojo Satoru was bored.
The last drop of his strawberry milk had been sucked through the straw and disappeared down his throat. The constant tipping of his fingers against the weathered wood of the table, mixed with the endless droning of Yaga´s voice echoing through the conference room, left a buzzing in his ears. The sugary drink had been a last resort in giving his brain a form of stimuli whilst him and Geto were being briefed on their special mission. It really shouldn’t take both of jujutsu highs strongest special grade sorcerers to kidna…retrieve one person.
Covered cerulean blue eyes glanced at the other man sitting next to him. Like always, Getos long dark hair was pinned neatly into a bun. Even though Satoru had countless times tried to convince Suguru to wear it down more often, his classmate had yet to listen to him. The shiny strands were kept out of his long-fingered reach and to his utter disappointment, not even his six eyes wear able to conjure a glance into an alternate universe were Sugurus hair flowed freely over his shoulders and down his back. What his unique sight could pick up on though, was the cursed energy drumming in Getos muscular chest.
Storming like a wild fire in the deepest part of his soul, the flames licked at the containment of Sugurus body, outlining and illuminating his silhouette from the inside out. Sugurus energy was purple. Matching the deep cut of his dark lilac eyes.
Gojo had learned early on in his life as a sorcerer, that everyone’s cursed energy was different. Besides the obvious matter of strength, technique and talent that would influence the perception of the person, for him, for the six eyes, the cursed energy spoke to them on a different level of being.
Something between physical and completely swinging in the meta-stratosphere. He could just say that Geto felt purple, and purple in turn, was Geto. It spread through his whole being, glowing to the very corners of his body, the tips of his soft hair and carved out the highs and lows of his pretty face.
Getos energy was unique, not only in its color, but also due the side effects occurring because of his cursed technique. The dark spark of curses flanked his sides, crawled up the insides of his fire and fueled it in an ever-lasting pool of energy. With every curse he swallowed and with every energy he leashed to himself, he became stronger. His aura could rival with a special grade 1 curse by now.
Even though Geto liked to carry himself with a presence of controlled boredom and nonchalance on the outside, the blaze in his chest was restless, speaking of the same boredom pulsing throughout Gojos own body.
Even through the blind fold covering his special eyes and from the very corner of them, Gojo could still perceive the unique glow. Could probably do so at the other end of the world.
Nothing stayed hidden from him long, if ever.
Well…
His teeth clenched at the sudden reminder. Nothing could stay hidden from him, except for a certain emerald light.
A lighter green suddenly pulsed into the awareness of his being, his infinity warning him of the stapler being chucked at his head before the object fully set into motion. His head rolled back into his neck with a drawn-out groan, efficiently interrupting Yagas yelling and suspending the stapler at mid motion in the air.
“yeah, yeah we know. ´don’t draw attention to yourselves, don’t let non-sorcerer see´ and-“
“don’t show off, Satoru!” Yagas booming voice was supported by the angry pull of his eyebrows. The tug at his facial expression surely bled farther down into his eyes, but for most people those were hidden behind the slim frame of tinted glasses. The stapler fell to the ground with a metallic echo. Gojo could already feel the surge of light green energy as Yaga absentmindedly wove a spark of it into a doll to clean the mess. His teacher sighed, but the faintest of smiles pulled at the corner of his lips.
“the location and file are on the table. Just, go and don’t make a mess!”
Getos subtle laugh, tore his gaze away from his still rumbling teacher.
“Do we ever?”
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So, they did end up making a mess, but it wasn’t the kind they were going to tell Yaga about.
Shortly after stepping out of the car, Geto and him were greeted with a peaceful scenery. The small café they have been led to, was nestled between a public library and the opening to an evergreen park. Leaves swayed in a calming breeze, carrying the laughter and chatter of human voices, whilst the sun supported the warm buzzing in the air with its rays. Nothing about this whole scenery screamed ´curse user´ to Gojo.
He glanced at the rolled-up file bunched between Getos long fingers. The fucker had read its content on the way over here, a small smirk tickling the edge of his lips, and had since refused to hand it over to Gojo or tell him what was so god damn funny.
“so…what are we doing here again?” Gojos long body had bend to the back, his arms raised over his head in an attempt to get the kinks out of his back from the cramped care ride. With a height of 6’4 and a muscle volume to compliment it, extended travels like this were a nightmare. Especially when his partner had a similar physic to him.
His torso bent further back, trying to get a more comfortable angle. It definitely wasn’t a ruse to catch a better glance at the papers.
Geto, knowing his partners antics after more than ten years of friendship, moved the stack into the inside of his sorcerers’ uniform jacket with a small smile. Even after graduating almost four years ago, the uniform was still one of the best options when it came to fighting curses. It definitely beat the suit and suspender thing Nanami was rocking.
“we are here to retrieve a runaway because Yaga needs their help and cursed technique to track down an artifact” the rasp in Getos voice never failed to leave a tingle at the back of Gojos neck. It was even better when it was accompanied by the slight dip of condescendence. One of his ringed hands found its place at the small of Gojos back, reaching through his infinity with zero resistance and guiding him towards the entrance of the small café. Gojos eyes rolled behind the tinted lenses of his glasses. He had switched the blindfold for them the second Yaga had send them on their little quest.
The surprisingly heavy green door swung open when they crossed the threshold and was accommodated by the soft sounding of a bell charm over their heads. Warm air, spiced with the aroma of freshly baked goods, blew into their faces and soon Gojo was drooling at the thought of one of those sugary sweets between his teeth. The café was small, but packed with costumers. Chatting, laughing or just sipping their coffee by themselves, people filled the groups of tables all around the ground floor. Their positive energy, seemingly absorbed by the pastel yellow walls around them, rivaled with the warmth of the sun outside. Not for the first time today, did Gojo wonder if they had been sent to the right place.
“and who is ´them´? How are we supposed to grab the right person when we don’t know who-“ the annoyed trawl of his voice trickled out with every other sound in the room, when the smallest of green lights blitzed through the sea of buzzing energies. Emerald green. Gojos long fingers pulled at the wired frame of his sunglasses in haste, edging them to the tip of his nose and permitting his six eyes the full few of the young women at the end of the room and behind the counter. Whilst all of his movement stopped in its tracks, Getos heavy arm fell around his shoulders. Soft lips, definitely pulled into the faintest of smirks, traced the shell of his ear as Getos whispered words fell on his almost deaf ears.
“This. This is who we came for…” Gojos eyes didn’t leave your form as his best friend patted his chest and made his way towards the counter. You hadn’t changed a bit. Sure, your hair might be longer, your figure more mature since they had last seen you, but the energy beating in your chest was the same emerald green he had dwelled in six years ago. Had lost himself in once they, he and Geto, had their hands on you and yet, he hadn’t gotten a taste of it.
Six years. Four of which they had searched for you high and low after you disappeared on them from one day to the next. This in between, this one particular night, had indefinitely pinned their interest to you, stitched the three of you together into a Frankenstein patchwork of energies and souls. Gojo searched day and night in the beginning, then less so as time passed, but he never stopped. Looked for your spark of energy in every crowed, in every city they went to, unsuccessful.
You were a powerful sorceress. Able to tap into the energy field of this very earth and draw from it, connect with it. That was also the reason why you could stay hidden from him for so long, your energy disappeared into the electro magnetic field sleeping beneath their feet. Scattering till you were undetectable, everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Now however…
His feet finally set into motion and followed Geto to the counter.
You had felt them the second their boots crossed over the threshold of your café. How could you not? Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were powerful when you had last seen them at sixteen, but now? Their power crew exponentially, they felt like a bottomless pit overflowing with cursed energy. Your body stilled once those pair of special eyes settled on you and a shiver danced down your stiff spine. Considering your cursed technique, being able to tap into anything that possessed cursed energy, the six eyes user and curse swallower held a special kind of aura for you. Energy consumed you, if you weren’t careful and theirs held a spark of power that wasn’t only due their cursed techniques, there was something more. Something you had only slightly dipped your toe in on that one night, something they were now embodying rather than just carrying.
You did your best to seem unaffected, still serving and tending to your costumers with the usual smile on your full lips, when they stepped up to your counter. Running was useless anyways and besides you had built something for yourself here, just giving that up wasn’t in the cards for you.
Mrs. Fidilson, a widow and loyal costumer since the day you opened the small café, set her eyes upon you with a worried pull to her aged lips. “are you ok, dearest? Your hands are shaking…” your hands were indeed passing her, her cup of jasmine tea with a slight shake to them, spilling the hot liquid on to the saucer.
The excuse was already building on your tongue, when a deep voice beat you to the punch.
“oh my, do you see that Geto? The poor thing…maybe she should sit down for a bit, restore her strength” the sickly-sweet drawl in Gojos voice hadn’t changed since the last time you had heard it, but the tone of his voice had. Deep and rich, like the chocolate cake you had handed Mrs. Fidilson.
“I am fine, thank you” you didn’t even look up, doing your best to withhold the tremor from your voice.
“what can get for you?” overplaying the nervous tingle running through your body seemed to be the safest option at the moment, but as soon as your eyes fell on their towering forms, you regretted making that decision.
“Ready to talk to us?” Getos purple blitzed at you as he leaned forward the smallest of bits, his hands resting in the pockets of his uniform jacket. “Gojo, why don’t you take the lady to her table, I’ll order for us. You hungry?” the velvety draw of his deep tone carried through your ears and took a direct line down your spine, dwelling in the depths of your body. His confident stance and side smirk only underlining the effect.
A low hum broke your attention from the purple blaze to find the blue depths next to them. Gojos eyes, and you were sure it was all six of them, travelled over your form in front of him. Started at the top of your head, down your slender neck. His eyes burned at the swell of your boobs and the curve of your waist, highlighted by the flowy, short sundress you chose to wear today. The heat his eyes left behind caressed its way over your body as if his hands had taken the rout. Finally, he settled at the spot where your thighs met, hidden beneath layers of fabric. The silence hummed between all of you as he took just a heartbeat too long to answer, his pink tongue swiftly wetting his bottom lip, before his eyes finally snapped back up.
“I could eat”
The breath in your lungs deflated, your weight shifted from one leg to the other to overplay the reflex of pressing your thighs together. Trying to gain some form of stimulation besides the hot burning caress of their presence and attention singled on to you.
“I…-“
“Sounds like a plan. Now, don’t let this lovely lady here wait any longer” Getos charming smile fell down on Mrs. Fidilson and gave you a short, merciful, breather from the tension vibrating in the air.
The elderly’s dark eyes snapped up to the two tall men towering over her. A blush, an actual blush, adorning her usually pale cheeks at the sight of their appealing faces.
“what gentlemen…you should listen to them, dear. Take a small break” she patted your resting hand on the counter between them, nothing but sincere worry in her eyes. The small blush only deepening when Gojo guided her hand to the crook of his elbow and reached for her tray onehanded.
“I bring this charming Lady to her table save and sound. Geto…you can take care of this one” the blue blitzed over the frame of his tinted glasses when he dipped his head the slightest bit to send you a promising glance. Your costumer, unaware of the power behind those special eyes, hit his strong bicep with a small giggle. Gojos handsome face pulled into an even more dashing smirk and you were sure either Mrs. Fidilson herself or one of the costumers stealing glances at him and Geto, let out a small gasp.
Gojo had been handsome in his teen years, but the age hadn’t only added inches to his height. His features had settled into hard angles and smooth skin, contrasting with the round shape of his big eyes and full swing of his lips. His natural coloring had always been pale, but the years took away the rosy undertones in his cheeks and redness that puberty had brought with it, leaving way for light flesh and even skin. His frame had filled out too. Gone was the lanky giant with uncoordinated movements, left were bulky muscles and broad shoulders contained in a dark uniform.
Nonetheless his looks, what had changed the most was the way he carried himself. With sixteen he walked around like the world owed him a favor for gracing it with his presence, all wild energy and uncontained audacity. Now at twenty-two it had settled into a controlled storm. He held himself with the worth of someone that had earned their place, superiority and the ego that backed it up.
His energy spiked at the way your eyes traveled over his face and down his neck. Delighting in the way your attention fell on his wide chest and long fingers patting Mrs. Fidilsons small hand.
He had beautiful hands. Long, slender fingers. Veins adorning the back of them and decorated with blushing knuckles. Making you wonder how much strength was sleeping in his grip.
“Make sure, she won’t move an inch” His eyes seemed to glow for the span of a second, holding your own captive, before guiding the old lady to an empty table.
You were left gapping at the back of his white head, so distracted that you didn’t even feel Geto step around the counter till strong fingers settled on the dip of your waist and his warm body pressed to the side of your, suddenly, very freezing one. Hot breath ghosted over the shell of your ear as he smoothed a rouge strand of hair away from your sensitive neck.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her…” the warmth of his lips traveled down to the very corner of your earlobe, before setting the smallest of kisses on your racing pulse. You snapped around with a breathy gasp on your parted lips, deliberately ignoring the shiver chasing down your spine, when your hand fell to the very spot his lips had been a second ago. “Geto! You can’t just-“ The smooth velvet of his chuckle broke through your weak protest as he pulled at your wrist and guided you to the backrooms of the café, away from prying eyes.
“I just wanted to make sure you´d taste the same after all those years…” the deep grumble of his voice did nothing to calm your razing nerves. Your full lips parted, to yell at him or to ask what the hell they were doing here, when the small clearing of a throat let your head snap to your employee, currently taking her break. Her wide eyes zipped from Getos dark form to you and back.
“I am going to…go back to work” she quickly closed her lunch box and left through the door you had just been pulled through before you could even clear the air, a knowing smirk stretching over her lips. You were left gapping at the light wood in a matter of seconds, your mouth closing with a soft click, taken aback. “uh…”
“even though…” Getos arms circled your body from behind, pulling you against the strong bulk of his chest, the unrelenting beating of his heart traveled through your spine to sync with your own. His lips fell to the side of your neck once more.
“…this is not the spot I want to taste again” his ringed fingers played with the fabric of your short dress, pressing and prodding at it as if imagining the soft skin hiding beneath it. Geto same as Gojo had undergone a transformation in these years apart. Gone was the reserved teen with dark circles under his eyes, black bangs hiding the intense cut of his sharp purple eyes. Now his hair was pulled up, bangs edging his face rather than hiding his purple irises, giving way for the sharp cut of his jaw and cheekbones. He gazed at the world around him freely, observing and studying it with an urgency that was intoxicating.
When Gojos eyes were unnerving, Getos were disarming. The light gleaming purple contrasted with the dark hair framing his handsome face. From what you saw, it had gotten longer, but being pulled into a neat bun you weren’t sure how long exactly. What you were sure about though was the memory of your fingers tangling with the dark locks when his face was pressed between your thighs, long tongue lapping at your folds like a man starved.
Your thighs pressed together at the liquid heat that the memory brought with it, pooling into your stomach and further down, till your folds were drooling at the reminiscence of the pleasure he had given you.
“Remember it?” his hot breath tickled the back of your neck, excelling as your skin rose with goosebumps to answer his unnecessary question. How could you forget? It had been clawing at the edges of your memory for years, had made an appearance every time your hand had wandered down your body at lonely nights and found release at the recall of it.
The three of you, Geto, Gojo and you, had sneaked a bottle of liquor into their dorms. Driven by teenage curiosity and a rebellious streak, the bottle had found its near end within 30 minutes of being in the room, leaving all three of you with the satisfying buzz of your first drunken state. You couldn’t recall how is started or who brought it up, but soon the matter of sex and pleasure had sneaked its way into your slurred conversation.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Gojos shocked eyes widened as his intoxicated brain caught up with your words. “Never? I had three alone this morning…” his dazed mumbles ended in a huff as he fell back into his bed, the remaining alcohol slushing in the bottle at his rough fall.
Your cheeks tinted red, but every sense of embarrassment had drowned in the liquor buzzing through your veins.
“Three?! Doesn’t that…hurt?” the tone of your voice was rougher the usually, thrill and curiosity swinging in between the stretched notes. Gojo shrugged, a blissed smile stretching over his lips.
“kinda´ like it when it hurts…Makes it more…intense after two” his chuckle was swiftly interrupted by a pillow being chucked at his head. Getos off-balanced form settled back into his beanbag after the successful hit.
“You masochist. Besides, it’s way better building it up a few times before falling” your head had titled at him with innocent confusion. “building it up?” the sadistic glint in his eyes had even registered through the fog in your brain.
It wasn’t shortly after that, that you found yourself between them. Your back pressed to Gojos front, his arms tightly woven over your heaving chest, leaving no way to escape him…or Getos relentless tongue buried between your parted legs, for that matter. The hot muscle drew through your pussy lips messily in the beginning, but found its purpose quickly by learning what made you whine and writhe in their arms. True to his promise, Geto build you up more times then you could remember to count, but never letting you fall over the cliff of sweet release. Only when-
The strong grip of fingers lifting your chin pulled you back into the here and now, but the same dark glint in Getos eyes, reminded you that this side of him, was certainly not a thing of the past.
“Why…are you even here…?” your voice had lacked the bite you had wanted it to carry, slowly falling into a whisper of disbelieve instead. Getos lips pulled into a wicked grin, before he pecked yours with a surprisingly gentle kiss.
“Yaga needs some help finding a cursed object and you darling…” his baritone tickled the side of your face “…are the perfect sorceress for the job”
His head fell to the crook of your neck, slowly peppering hot kisses over the exposed skin.
“Imagen my surprise when I saw your name at the top of that file. Yaga…he always knew where you were…didn’t he?”
Head tipping back to give him more access, your mind desperately tried to get a grip of the situation, but his touch, smell, presence…his energy, trickled into your body with the sticky consistency of warm honey. Thick and sweet, where skin met skin, your flesh absorbed his warmth till it settled into burning hot amber, carving you out and molding you till the only thing left on your mind was him and his cursed energy pulsing through you.
“Nothing has changed has it? Still so willing for us” Getos insistent teeth pulled at the plush of your bottom lip before licking the inside of your mouth, he parted with a satisfied hum.
Your brain had set out completely at this point, deciding you could deal with the reason of their presence later, you settled farther into his touch, hoping to either cool the heat of the drumming arousal with the loosing of clothing or to let it burn you all together.
“Please, just…” your plea was cut off with another kiss, this one speaking more of the hunger burning inside Getos own body.
“As fun as this is…it’s not my turn to taste you” the mumbled confession of his hot breath ghosted over the sensitive flesh of your lips only millimeters from Getos. As if pulling away any further would snap the last threat tethering him to his self-control.
The sudden closing of a door ripped you out of the bubble you were in, protest ready to spill from your kiss swollen lips. Your head snapped around to the sound only to see Gojos intimidating frame lean against the light wood of the door, closing the space off to the rest of the café and trapping you alone with them in the small room. Gojos head tilted to the side, one of his hands coming up to plug the sunglasses from his face before drawing the other one over his youthful face. A humorless laugh left his lips.
“You have no idea how long we have been looking for you…” the soft drawl of your name filled the air, dancing around your neck, swirling about your ears till it traveled down your spine in a violent shiver, but he wasn’t done.
“Six years…” the cerulean blue of his eyes set on you with a maddening cut in them when he stepped towards you.
“Six years…of wondering why you left. Six years of wondering if we did something wrong that night, if we scared you…” his long fingers closed around your chin, sending a spark of arousal through your whole system as he bends your neck upwards to his liking.
“and six fucking years of imagining your taste on my tongue” the tilt in his voice was pure maddening desire. Licking over your skin with a cold whisper and letting the hairs on your arms stand to attention. It was also aided through the freezing pressure of his cursed energy floating around him and crashing into you. You shivered with the stark contrast, freezing, sobering cold at your front and burning, sizzling hot at your back. Gojos energy, send a shock through everyone’s system when he stepped into their awareness, it was like being thrown into the subzero waters of Antarctica. Sudden, all-consuming and so reshaping that all the sensations in your body aligned with a shocking accuracy to his presence. A never-ending depth of ice-cold energy.
A warm body pressed to your back. Getos energy burned with the heavy draw of a forest fire. The smothering pressure of heat would make people turn on their heels to get away from the danger. Most likely given to the curses crawling and winding themselves around Getos frame, fomenting the fire from within and aiding in a constant fuel of it.
When Gojo made people freeze in their step, Geto fueled their need to run.
And you, you were caught dead in the middle of it.
“Cat got your tongue, little one? That’s not a problem, you won’t need it to speak anyways” your brows pulled into an irritate crease at his taunting remark, but before the quip could form on your, very intact and working, tongue, was your mouth trapped in a hungry kiss. Gojo kissed the way he did everything in life, energetic, fast and with a consuming impatience that would drive you up a wall. So, it wasn’t at all surprising to you, when he nipped at your bottom lip and pulled at the hairs on the back of your neck, when you didn’t part your lips fast enough for him to let his tongue fight with yours.
He groaned into the kiss, pulling you closer by the back of your neck and bending your head upwards to his liking. His height towering over you, aiding in his angle to attack and consume your mouth with his. The room quickly filled with the wet sound of lips and tongues clashing with each other, only interrupted by the low groan and needy whimper you both found yourself making. You almost forgot about the second pair of hands, till they reached around you and drew over the highs of your shaky thighs, taking the hem of your short summer dress with them.
You inhaled a desperate breath of air when Gojo finally loosened his grip and your eyes fell down to the growing amount of your exposing skin. Face flushed, you set to reach for Getos hands to stop his approach, when pale ones closed around your wrist. Gojos sober eyes blitzed at you, the heat in them melting the cold cut blue.
“If you don’t want any of this…” he started, then let Geto continue “…say the word and it stops, otherwise…” the tips of his fingers softly traced the underside of your jaw, a delicate kiss underlining the importance of the situation and the seriousness with which they wanted to get their point across.
“…this will end with you falling apart between us” Gojo’s teeth nipped at the shell of your ear, waiting for the confirmation they were both seeking. You bit your lip, your teeth leaving small indents at ´your already swollen mouth. The hand Gojo still had in his grip relaxed and your head fell into the smallest of nods.
“Words, darling. Use your words” Getos hum chased over the back of your neck until a kiss was set to it.
“…Yes, please” you could feel the hesitation melting out of their touch, a mumbled ´so polite´ from one of them lost its volume when their hands almost immediately traveled from the safer spaces of your arms and waist, to your ass and breasts. A groan left all three of you, hot in its nature, settling into the room and loosing itself at the vail Geto had drawn moments earlier. Two contrasting sets of hands pulled at your dress, your body and your energy, bringing you down to the ground till your back was pressed to Getos chest, and your shaking thighs spread to welcome Gojo between them.
He crawled up slowly, deliberately. Never breaking the heavy eye contact with you. Not when he settled over you, kneeling between your beautiful spread thighs, not when his hand freed your breast from the cup of your dress and bra, and definitely not when his teeth nipped at the sensitive peak of your hardened nipple. A breathy sound escaped you from somewhere deep in your chest when Gojo skipped the soft stage completely and instead settled for sucking hard on your exposed flesh. Not leaving out the other side, his large hand encased your remaining tit and kneaded the flesh, like it was preparing dough for a set of cinnamon rolls. Getos deep chuckle played around the side of your neck as your head fell back till soft hair met a strong, muscle packed chest behind you.
“Already this worked up? Wait till you feel his tongue…” his breathy words lost themselves in the wet pop of gojos mouth releasing your raw nipple. The abused body part stood stiff in the rooms suddenly very cold air.
“I want to taste you…” the mumbled words weren’t really meant for you, more likely a result of his caged desire finally finding an outlet. He kept mumbling praise and worship into the blushing flesh of your body, as his mouth and hands traveled downwards. Hands gliding up the underside of your shaky thighs, lips tracing down the dip of your heavily rising chest which such a light touch, it was maddening. Your body reacted on instinct, trying to chase the warmth of him, it bowed into the promising pleaser, but was shortly tamed by Getos arms closing around your upper body, crossing just under the swell of your tits and anchoring your half sunken body against the midst of his wide chest and firm stomach.
You whined. Desperate for the tiniest increase of pressure on your body and the places you needed them most. You tried pressing your thighs together, arching to find relieve from the molten heat sinking into your lower body, but Gojos sturdy thighs and kneeling form blocked the way. Close enough to prevent you from achieving your goal, but not nearly as close enough as to grind his lower body against your over sensitive pussy. He seemed to finally take mercy on you, as his hands traced completely under the hem of your skirt and flipped it up over your stomach, giving way to the wet spot forming on the soft cotton of your panties.
The needy whine cutting through the air didn’t stem from your chest this time. Gojos attention zeroed on to your still covered core and you were sure, could even feel it, that the six eyes where in harmony with their wielder.
“look at that…” gojos voice trembled with raspy worship as his body lowered to the ground till his stomach met the dark wooden floor, he hooked his arms over your thighs with one single move and sunk his face down to your center. The deep breath he took over the thin material of your underwear was accompanied by the surprised gasp, spilling from your lips as your thighs tried to close around his head.
The pressure in the room changed.
The grip around the apex of your thighs firmed and Gojos energy sank into you like waves crashing on to the shore. Freezing blue seemed to seep of his body, only visible for your unique awareness. Ice cold and demanding, till all your cells zeroed on to the presence pressed to your core.
Geto behind you, must have felt the change as well, for his lips pulled into a sinful smirk against the flesh of your neck. His warm energy was grounding, but did nothing to help in clearing your head. He sucked another bruise to the sensitive skin of your throat, before his deep timber murmured into the bruise.
“beautiful…but-” one arm unscrewed itself from around your waist and reached down to pull your panties to the side for his best friend. “…let’s move this along a bit, mh? He has waited six years for this…” not even a second later and Gojos hot tongue drew through your glistening folds. Licking clean up from your hole to your clit, before pausing, eyes closed and groaning in nearly uncontainable pleasure as your earthy taste settled on to his tongue. Your body shivered in pleasure and alongside Gojos, moaned from deep within your chest. Head falling back against Geto, your quivering hands clawed themselves onto his sturdy forearms.
“Fuuuucking hell…!”
The curse tumbled into the air before a high-pitched squeak followed as Gojo set to eat. Gone was the saving of your taste, the slow lick, only leaving room for the hunger burning in his stomach that had been waiting to get satiated for the last six years.
He was relentless. His wide-open mouth suctioning over the whole of your pussy, tongue driving deep into your hole, before gifting the same attention to your already burning clit. Every struggle, every attempt at moving even the smallest inch away from his greedy tongue, let his strong arms tighten around your quivering thighs.
“Wait! Gojo I…I´ll…” the pathetic attempt to warn him of your rapidly building orgasm fell on deaf ears. In fact, it only seemed to fuel his efforts. A desperate whine tore from his chest, muffled by your clenching pussy, his face drew incredible closer, his fingers pulling roughly at the delicate fabric of your panties. You more felt then actually heard the ripping of fabric, as Gojo swatted Getos hand away and tore the cotton clean off.
That was the last straw. The new-found freedom of your glistening folds out in the open like that, gave Gojo opportunity to lick your hole, whilst his sharp nose rubbed your sensitive clit to the beat of his unrelenting tongue. The coil in your stomach tightened, muscles in your stomach contracting to an almost painful level.
“That’s it…come on his tongue, little one…” Getos sultry voice whispered praise into your over heating skin, his arms, still crossed over your chest, made sure you couldn’t escape his best friends’ stimulation. Your eyes closed, moans spilling from your lips and a ringing setting into your ears as Gojo’s pearly white teeth nipped at the hood of your vulnerable clit, and the coil snapped.
Your back bowed as far as the reach of Getos´ arms let you, grounding you back against his strong chest. Same as Gojo’s arms around your thighs kept them from smothering his head, still lapping at the juices spilling from your used cunt.
Your breathing came labored. Chest rising with the heavy weight of Getos arm, you tried to free yourself for a full breath of air, to no avail. The white-hot noise drumming in your ears, prevented you from witnessing the pathetic whine Gojo made as he too, came into his pants. His breathing weighty, head cloudy with the heavy steam of his own high, but still not stopping from drawing his tongue through the earthy ambrosia of your cum.
Head lolling to the side, you tried to press your thighs together as the drag of his tongue dipped into too much and the overstimulation scratched at the base of your spine. One of your hands finally pulled free from under Getos grip.
“Gojo…please I…too much…!” your hand reached for the sweaty strands of his white hair, but never made contact. Cerulean blue, darkened with the heavy draw of arousal, glanced up from between your thighs at your unmoving fingers, hovering millimeters away from him. “What…?” your breathy confusion was met with a dark chuckle behind you.
“You think one is enough for him?” Geto adjusted his hold, pulling your fingers away from Gojos unwavering infinity, and crossing your wrists close to your chest, pinning them against your franticly beating heart.
“he has six year to make up for sweetheart, let him feast” Gojo seemed to take Getos word as a new starting line, as two of his long fingers pressed into you without warning. The realization of his words, died in between the space amid your ringing ears. The next orgasm racking through your body without warning. “Gojo…! Please…I…I…!” words left your mouth without permission, as Gojos fingers set an even more brutal pace then his tongue. Drawing in and out of you, his freezing cursed energy contrasting sharply with your hot insides, he quickly found the hidden spot tucked away deep within the walls of your cunt. You yelped. Hand breaking free to reach for Gojos wrist, to no avail. Infinity still crackling around him. His head lifted as a shit eating grin spread over his handsome face. “Here?” he didn’t break your eye contact as the tips of his fingers pressed into the bundle of nerves with precision. Your head fall back, moan ripping from your tongue.
“Yes” he chuckled sadistically “here”. His head lowered again, tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you close to another high. You squirmed in their hold, fighting against them to either run away or lean into their touch more, you weren’t even sure yourself at this point. A sudden hand cupping the front of your throat, let your already uneven breath stock. Geto pulled your head back, till your eyes were directed up to the light wood of the ceiling and your hair fell over the strong arch of his shoulder.
“Why did you leave us?” the heavy topic sunk link a stone into the whirlpool of your brain, but even through all of that, another orgasm tore through your system. “I…!” you couldn’t even form a coherent thought anymore, let alone a sentence, but Geto didn’t seem to care about that.
“Tell us…” the cutting draw of desperation darkened his already deep voice. Letting is chase through your body and tickling your overstimulated nerves. You tried to answer, you really did, but Gojo wouldn’t let up. Another moan replaced the words you had scraped together for Geto, as another shiver of lust chased down your body. The condescending hum followed only seconds after.
“Too dumb already? Where did our little spitfire go?” His other hand sneaked down your body, to the place where his best friend was still fucking you with his tongue and fingers, like his live depended on it. Long, ringed fingers drew through white hair, reaching through the barrier of Gojos infinity without a breath of hesitation, before anchoring themselves in the soft strands. Black nails contrasting with the light hair as Geto pulled Gojos face away from your dripping and pulsing cunt. He whined.
“Let her think for a second” Gojo eyes never left your cunt, fingers still drawing through the soft folds as if parting completely with you, would end his life in a matter of seconds. You took a desperate breath, body and mind finally getting a small rest from the heat pulsing in it. Geto though, wouldn’t let you enjoy your rest for long.
“Answer. Why. did. you leave?” every word was accompanied with a small squeeze on your neck. You could practically fell his palm heating under the heavy emotions and his cursed energy. He was pissed. Gojo might be the one between your legs, controlling the pace and the number of orgasms you were experiencing, but Geto. Geto held the rains.
“The…they…” you swallowed hard. Throat bobbing under his large palm as the thought drifted away from you again thanks to Gojo’s fingers insistently pressing against your G-Spot. Geto hummed in interest, voice sprung with the precision of a hunter’s trap.
“Yes? they what? Come on, smart girl. Use your words I know you can” Your eyes closed. Watery from the offer stimulation, a single tear rolled down your flushed cheek.
“They…tried to…sell me to another clan to…fuck! Be married” the confession spilled over your lips, hitching as Gojo pinched your clit.
Two sets of eyes, blitzing with their respected energies, hardened at your confession. You could feel the stillness freezing Gojos body, his fingers losing the pressure but not their place on your clit. Could feel the pulsing of Getos rapidly picking up heartbeat at your back, the way his arms tightened around your body. And you? You shivered between them. Six years of fear and hurt, being amplified by their rage for you.
“Who” Getos rasp was deep, almost growling the question against the flesh of your neck “…is they?”
You winced. Eyes closing as more tears spilled from them, trying to wash away the memory of the long since passed night.
Gojos fingers picked up their motion again, not as fast as before, but enough to let soft waves of pleasure run through your body. Geto joined him, slowly kneading your previously forgotten breasts. The motion coaxing you into a weird space between arousal and comfort.
“the…the higher ups…I can’t, can´t go back. They…they would marry me off…!” your voice fell towards the end, hiding your face in the crock of Getos neck as he released the pull he had on it. Gojo scoffed harshly against the hickey littered inside of your thigh.
“We are aware oft that, Sweetheart. Names. We want names…” his voice lost itself as he softly blew over your sensitive clit. The cold air contrasting with the heat already building inside you again. He hummed and you could feel the pressure, his cursed energy, focusing around him.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look…” his eyes had snapped up. “Both of you. Likes this” the cerulean depths of his eyes glided over your body pressed between Getos. You knew that Gojo saw the world differently then most, that his six eyes permanently altered his sight, but he never shared how you looked form him. The only thing he kept mumbling was ´green´. Like you were some new Ninjago trainee learning about their fucking Spinjitzu.
His eyes settled on you two in front of him, hardening with a determination that send a different kind of chill through your body. You weren’t aware of what he saw. Not the pulsing green light, the life, flowing off of you like water rolling on to the shore. Not the humming and flickering your energy settled into when it interacted with something and definitely not the way Getos purple curled around the green like a shield and sword in one. You two were a sight for him to be hold. He lowered himself back towards your pussy, licking a devastatingly slow draw from your entrance to your clit and watched as his own energy, blue and prickling, melted into the green with a shiver of your body. Settling with the green and purple in the room into a perfect aurora Polaris.
“Marry us then”