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Something is different about Yuuji. It's a subtle thing, something that Satoru might not have noticed if it weren't for the fact he was keeping such a close eye on the boy. After his temporary death, Satoru has kept him under lock and key.
It's really not as bad as it sounds. Really, Yuuji just needs more time to train so that he stands a better chance when Satoru isn't around. That being said, he does feel guilty that Yuuji is shut down in the basement all alone, his company limited to a cursed doll, some movies and Satoru himself dropping by between missions and classes.
He'd been watching for any sign that Yuuji might be lonely, but he seems to be doing just fine. He's picking up how to control his cursed energy exceptionally fast and he's always cheerfully greeting Satoru when he arrives.
The main difference is the casual closeness. When Satoru does find the time to visit, whether it's to join Yuuji for a movie or to prepare and eat dinner with him, Yuuji is always right there, following a step behind or gluing himself to his side, not quite touching but close enough that Satoru can feel the heat radiating off of him. He hadn't noticed before just how hot Yuuji ran.
It's cute, and nothing overly concerning. Satoru isn't sure if it's anxiousness after his death or something else entirely that has Yuuji bordering on clingy. He doesn't want to ask, not because he's not curious because he definetly is, but because theres a worry that if he points it out, Yuuji will stop.
He also tries not to think about that- the fact that it's not just him being okay with the closeness but that he actually enjoys it, and even seeks it out himself sometimes. If Yuuji scoots closer on the couch Satoru will drape his arm across the back of it, so very close to resting across Yuuji's shoulders, and if Yuuji takes the lead in cooking, Satoru will crowd him from behind, lean over him so that his chin is tickled by soft pink tufts of hair.
So maybe it's that they've both changed?
It's not like it's hurting anybody. Sure he gets the occasional odd look from Shoko when he mentions Yuuji. However, she had been skeptical from the start, not quite disapproving of his plan to keep Yuuji hidden but certainly not supportive of it either.
"Just be careful," She tells him, and at his questioning look, goes on "you, like everyone else know what alphas can get like being one and all." He frowns at her, already feeling insulted, "even with a beta, spending so much time alone together, providing and taking care of them, it can lead to a bond." She grimances as she says it, like the idea of Satoru bonding is offputting. How rude.
"I've never bonded with anybody," He says confidently, but Shoko merely shakes her head with a sigh.
"You've also never kept someone in your basement, been their sole provider and the only person they come in contact with." She explains slowly, like he's stupid or something. "It's going to stir some of your insitincts up at the very least."
Satoru huffs, "what are you saying?" He asks, like he doesnt already know, he just wants to hear her say it because its so ridiculous.
"You might want to keep him."
Ha. "That's funny." He laughs, standing and turning his back, a clear end to this conversation.
He doesn't see Shoko's narrowed gaze following him as he leaves but he feels it.
She might have been onto something, he realises.
Without meaning to he had ended up in the basement. After being put in a sour mood by Shoko's implications, he had sought comfort in none other than Yuuji.
What's worse is that it wasn't the implication that the relationship between him and Yuuji could become inappropriate but rather the idea that he would take away Yuuji's freedom like that. As much as he enjoys Yuuji's company and enjoys being the center of his attention, Satoru would never want to keep Yuuji here permanently. Not against his will.
He's drawn out of his thoughts by Yuuji's greeting, the boy having come over to the bottom of the stairs, seemingly impatient as Satoru had stopped walking about halfway down. "Gojo-sensei!" He calls, "great timing, I just finished dinner." And oh no that's bad. Yuuji is the perfect picture of a happy housewife, greeting their husband after a long day at work.
It shouldn't feel so nice.
"I could smell Yuuji's cooking from across campus so I hurried over!" He jokes, taking the last few steps down to ruffle Yuuji's hair. He almost misses the way Yuuji leans up into his touch.
"You don't need to hurry Gojo-sensei, I'll always save you some." Yuuji says with a smile that has Satoru fighting the urge to clutch his own chest.
He hums, hand trailing down to pinch Yuuji's ear, "eating together is better, no?" He doesn't mean to lean in as he says it, but the way Yuuji's cheeks have turned a splotchy red from his touch draws his attention.
Satoru almost expects his hand to be swatted away, annoyance was the typical reaction to his teasing afterall but never with Yuuji it seems. "Yeah," he murmurs, his hand coming up to touch his ear where Satoru had pinched it. "Eating together is better." He agrees, almost like he doesn't want to admit it.
Ah. He doesn't want it to seem like he's asking for Satoru to join him more often. Even after death Yuuji is selfless, Satoru will have to fix that.
He steps around Yuuji, not missing the way Yuuji is immediately trailing after him, so cute like a lost puppy.
Shoko was right. Spending so much time with Yuuji had stirred him up. He wants to touch, and when Yuuji dips his head as he tucks into the meal, exposing the nape of his neck, Satoru's teeth ache to bite.
He takes longer to chew each mouthful than he usually would and if Yuuji notices he doesn't say.
It turns out, it's actually worse than Shoko had thought, Satoru thinks grimly as he stares down at Yuuji, curled up on the couch shivering and flushed all over as he clutches a jacket Satoru had left down here the last time he'd visited.
Yuuji wasn't a beta. And this bond wasn't one-sided.
"Sensei.." Yuuji whines, hands curled possesively around Satoru's jacket as he looks up at him through his lashes, wet with unshed tears.
This is where Satoru should put up infinity, close them both off from each other's scents and leave but instead he watches as his own hand reaches out and grasps the back of Yuuji's neck, nails biting into his skin and his alpha preening as Yuuji settles under his hand, those desperate cries turning into a satisfied purr.
"I'm sorry," he says, crouched down next to the couch, hand still on Yuuji's neck. "Sensei left you alone with this, but I'm here now." He assures and can't take his eyes off the trail of spit from Yuuji's lips to his jacket.
"S'hot" he slurs and Satoru shushes him, hand trailing up and fingers pressing into the base of his skull.
"I know," he coos, leaning in so that his lips brush the tip of Yuuji's ear, "what do you need?"
He spots the way Yuuji's back aches, hips raising up as much as his heat weakened body will allow. "I don' know" he whines pitifully.
This is bad- badbadbad. He doesn't feel guilty at all, even as he lifts Yuuji and settles them both of the couch, the teen held in his lap, the two of them chest to chest.
Maybe he does want to keep Yuuji here afterall. The way his scent had seeped into every inch of the room, making Satoru's head fuzzy and his pants uncomfortably tight at the crotch. "Your body does," he murmurs, one hand coming back to grasp the back of Yuuji's neck once more and the other having settled at the dip of his lower back.
After being this close, feeling the heat of Yuuji's skin and drinking in his intoxicating scent, Satoru doesn't think he could bare for them to be apart. "Just do what it tells you." He purrs, pulling Yuuji closer so that there's no way he wouldn't be able to feel Satoru's cock hard and aching under him.
He doesn't expect the moan that follows, it's downright pornagraphic and he wants to hear more.
"Yuuji," he calls, hips twitching with the need to grind into the swell of Yuuji ass, but even as gone as he is, Satoru wants it to be Yuuji. He needs him to need him. "Yuuji," he calls again when all he gets is Yuuji's harsh breath against his neck. "Take what you need." He encourages and that seems to be enough.
With no technique and just pure instinct Yuuji rolls his hips down and latches onto Satoru's shoulders. His nails biting into his skin has Satoru grinning.
"Take it." He says with the next roll of Yuuji's hips, hands coming down, simply to hold his hips, aiding each movement rather than controlling it. "Does it feel good?"
Lips part against his neck, the rarest graze of teeth had Satoru shuddering "-ngh" a choked out moan, not even a word but it's answer enough and Satoru can't take it anymore.
On the next roll of Yuuji's hips, Satoru's snap up to meet them. Yuuji clings to him tigher and then they're rutting against each other mindlessly, and the sounds they make are hardly human. Even through all the layers, Satoru can feel the heat of him. The slick that he had scented a while ago soaking through, wetting them both.
Satoru only realises he's snaked his hands into Yuuji's underwear when his fingers glide into the wet mess of slick. The feel of it alone has him licking his lips, imagining the taste. His fingers dig into the flesh of Yuuji's ass, dipping between.
On the next roll of Yuuji's hips, Satoru's finger catches of the rim of his hole, warm, wet and inviting. The tip of Satoru's finger just barely breaches him when Yuuji suddenly shakes. His head thrown back, thighs quivering against Satoru's as he gasps for breath.
How cute, coming so quickly.
Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Satoru takes advantage of Yuuji's pliant body, finger sinking further into the tight heat of him and mouths at his exposed throat. "Take it" he snarls against sweat damp skin, "Yuuji, it's yours-" and with no gentleness his shoves in a second finger and moans at how his boy twitches around him. He needs- he wants-
"Can't-" Yuuji cries. "You-" he chokes, hips twitching, sinking further down Satoru's fingers.
He licks across Yuuji's parted lips, murmuring a soft "Anything- I'll give you anything." A promise, and he means it. More than he's believed in anything his whole life, Satoru thinks he would do anything Yuuji asked of him.
"Please" Yuuji begs "need you-" and whatever was holding him back, falls away.
He fingers Yuuji roughly, barely waiting before introducing a third, nipping at the boy's jaw when he cries at the stretch he's not quite ready for. Despite his clear discomfort, Yuuji rocks back against his fingers, flushed and teary as he begs for more.
While one hand is busy stretching Yuuji open ready for his cock, Satoru's other hand works his trousers down, his thighs nudging at the back of Yuuji's encouraging him ro raise his hips enough for Satoru to pull them down. Mindlessly obedient, Yuuji complies.
"Good boy" he praises and Yuuji turns boneless in his lap, letting Satoru lead him, silently asking him to take control and Satoru won't deny him.
He fingers him some more, spreading and twisting them to see how much stretch Yuuji's hole can take. It's only when Yuuji starts to rock back against his fingers with a desperate keen that Satoru uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt.
The sound of it seems to snap Yuuji out of whatever blissful haze he'd fallen into, his gaze snapping down to Satoru's crotch, cheeks flushing a dark red as he pants. "Desperate for it?" Satoru purrs, "want to take it out?" He offers and preens at the way that Yuuji licks his lips.
With eager fumbling hands, yuuji reaches down between them, still rocking lightly on Satoru's fingers as he unzips his pants focused entirely on the bulge beneath the fabric.
Satoru watches, fixated on the drool dripping down Yuuji's chin, dripping onto Yuuji's working hands as the play with the waistband of Satoru's underwear, having deemed that his trousers only needed to bs pulled down far enough to give him full access to his cock.
He hovers hesitantly, gaze briefly darting back up to Satoru's face. Asking for permission so cutely that Satoru almost wants to tease him for it but his throbbing cock aches in protest. "Yuuji," he coos softly, cupping his cheek and guiding his face to make their eyes meet, "it's yours, you've just got to take it."
Yuuji swallows, fingers finally dipping beneath the fabric, slowly peeling them down and gasping when Satoru's cock snaps free, flushed an angry red and dribbling precum. More dool drips from Yuuji's open mouth, landing on Satoru's cock, and following the path of a bulging vein. It's obscene and makes Satoru ache to shove Yuuji face first into his crotch- fuck his mouth rough and raw, but the twitching hole around his fingers calls out to him, desperate to be filled with something bigger.
He can always come back to Yuuji's mouth later, maybe once his hole is stuffed full of Satoru's cum, rim swollen and aching, unable to take anymore.
Yuuji squirms in his lap, almost dislodging Satoru's fingers as he moves, his cock pretty and leaking, an impressive size too for an omega nudges against Satoru's own. The difference in size is striking and stirrs something in the pit of Satoru's stomach. His cock dwarfs Yuuji, much like he dwarfs Yuuji in general. He fucks his fingers in and out of Yuuji's dripping hole once, twice more before pulling them out entirely, even as Yuuji whines at the loss of them.
Satoru shushes him, his hands coming to rest on Yuuji's waist, pulse jumping when he realises that he can almost encircle it's entirely, his fingers almost meeting in the middle of Yuuji's back and his thumbs pressing in just shy of either side of his bellybutton.
He'll be able to feel it, when he's burried balls deep he'll feel it from the outside. He's never ached quite like this before. Even in rut he doesn't think he's needed to be inside a someone quite like now. But it's not just some wet hole for him to fuck; it's Yuuji. Quivering in his lap, looking at him- pleading really, through hooded eyes as he rubs his pretty little cock against Satoru's, growing impatient.
Satoru leans forwards and nips at Yuuji's ear, holding him still. "What do you need?"
Yuuji keens, clawing at Satoru's shoulders.
He knows what Yuuji wants, can feel it in the way he's trying to shuffle forwards, drawing Satoru's cock closer and closer to his hole, but he wants to hear it. More than anything he needs it.
With another desperate sound Yuuji's head drops down against Satoru's shoulder, and his spit slick lips mouth at his skin. "Yuuji," Satoru coaxes, "tell me what you need."
"Ng- cock-" he slurrs, "your cock an' your knot-"
Satoru's jaw clenches, suddenly overcome with the urge to bite.
"Please- Sensei, I need it" and Satoru can't deny him any longer.
One hand shoots up to grasp at Yuuji's nape, his palm pressing hard into his mating gland, a barrier between the tempting swollen flesh and his aching teeth. His other hand slides down, palms at Yuuji's ass and pulls apart his cheeks. He thusts, gliding his cock through the wet mess between soft skin, slicking himself thoroughly before nudging at Yuuji's hole- kissing his rim with the tip.
Asking- offering.
And as Yuuji sinks down, speering himself of Satoru's cock, everything stills. Satoru hadn't noticed how much he'd been shaking up until this moment, nails biting into skin and hips locked in place, fighting the urge to fuck brutally into the tight heat of Yuuji's body.
Clutching at his shoulders and whimpering, Yuuji squirms on his cock, stretched too much too quickly but still desperate for it- an ache inside that Satoru knows how to soothe. "Slowly," he coos as he guides Yuuji up by his hips, the bulbus head of his cock threatening to slip out before he pulls him back down, punching a new sound out of his sweet omega. He encourages Yuuji to raise his hips again, "c'mon, you can do it" and "that's it" as Yuuji does it. And when Yuuji rises again without prompting Satoru squeezes his hips.
Yuuji movements are uncoordinated at first, experimental rolls of his hips as he tries to get the hang of it, but gradually he settles into a steady pace, raising his hips slowly and slaming them back down hard and fast. Satoru shivers excitedly in anticipation for when he takes the lead, Yuuji's desperate movements telling of how deep he wants it- how rough.
Every drag of Satoru's cock in and out of Yuuji's hole makes a filthy sound, wet and slick followd by the sound of Yuujis ass smacking against the tops of Satoru's thighs. His fingers sink deeper into skin, his nails threatening to break skin as he grows restless. It feels good, even more so knowing that Yuuji's taking his own pleasure, but Satoru aches to flip Yuuji onto his front, bend him over the small coffee table and fuck him until his legs give out.
He stills himself, only allowing shallow jerks of his hips to meet Yuuji's. He'll let Yuuji have this, just until he cums, pretty pick cock spurting between them and his hole clenching down tight on Satoru's. It won't take long. Satoru can tell he's close with the way his breath stutters, moans choked out and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
He really is beautiful. So pretty on Satoru's cock and he'd even prettier round with Satoru's pups. And Yuuji crying for him with each thrust, a breathy stuttering string of "sensei, sensei, sensei" is what decides it for him.
With his knot thickening at the base of his cock, hit and aching, Satoru decides that Yuuji can stay 'dead' a little longer than originally planned. Another nine months or so wouldn't hurt. It's all he can think about as his cums deep inside the heat of Yuuji's hole, knot locking them together on one last deep thrust.
Yuuji shudders in his lap, his cute cock spurting weakly between them and Satoru runs a soothing hand down his back.
With yuuji settled on his knot, his nose buried in Satoru's neck taking in his scent, Satoru doesn't regret a thing. Even if he has to listen to Shoko's "I told you so" later on.