sorcerer satoru gojo x kagema suguru geto (18+)
“surprised to see you here again so soon satoru.” the name slips off his tongue like a purr, playfully taunting the familiar white-haired man lingering near the edge of the bed with a childlike pout. suguru lays on his side, head perched on his hand eyeing him curiously.
satoru appears unamused, furrowed brows beneath his mask softening under suguru’s gaze. his usual cocky grin is replaced with a look of frustration. suguru briefly wonders what’s on his mind, tempted to ask but the thought is swallowed down as he pats the empty space on the mattress, offering a gentle invitation. he reminds himself it isn’t part of his job getting involved in anyone’s business regardless of his genuine concern. satoru obliges and plops on the bed, fingers curling into the dark fabric around his eyes to drag down his mask, letting it hang around his neck.
the reveal is almost startling, brilliant sapphire eyes sunken with dark circles, an indication of his exhaustion and a tired sigh slips past his lips. suguru shifts closer to push back ivory strands of hair and start kneading his shoulders, instantly met with thick knots of tension.
“what’s got you so tense?” thumbs press circles into the muscle, gently massaging while he scans satoru up and down noticing the way his breathing evens as he relaxes into the touch. a hand comes down to the bottom of satoru’s black muscle tee, tugging the fabric forward and releasing to watch it smack the stiff abs underneath. satoru contemplates his response, wondering whether or not it makes a difference.
“just the usual. nothing that pretty mouth of yours can’t fix.” he answers with a quiet hum, voice dipping into a seductive grumble while he watches suguru sink to his knees in front of him. fingers tease the curve of his hardening bulge through his slacks, a sultry smirk finding its way onto suguru’s lips.
“care to talk about it?” the button of satoru’s pants is already coming undone, tugged down to his hips. suguru doesn’t waste time getting started, nor does he wait for a response. his hand strokes the thick length free from the cloth, pretty pink tip already leaking with a pearly drop of excitement.
the sight is unforgettable to the say the least, suguru tying back jet black strands into a cute half bun before he guides satoru’s aching cock to his lips. suguru wants to laugh at the sweet little sigh it draws out of him, head falling back immediately when he’s met with the warmth of suguru’s mouth, tongue dragging up every bulging vein he’s downright memorized from how often he has him down his throat. the sorcerer shivers.
“if i’m being honest—” he clenches his jaw mid-sentence like he’s trying to bite back the noises begging to come out. “fuck, i just—i have to deal with a bunch of incompetent oldheads—ah.”
his train of thought gets lost in the hallows of suguru’s mouth, igniting a deep and nagging flame in the pit of his stomach that sharpens with every kitten lick up his shaft. his lips part, long legs spread wide and a large hand rests on suguru’s nape, guiding him closer through broken groans. satoru exhales through his nose, fluffy lashes fluttering shut as he surrenders to the sensation, ridding his mind of all worries to concentrate on the sweet heat swamping his senses. long silky hair cascades down suguru’s shoulders, bangs bouncing slightly with every bob of his head while he tries to take more of him, all of him deep in his mouth.
slender fingers slide down from the base of satoru’s thick cock, grazing his balls before squeezing gently, just the way he likes it. suguru hums in contentment, his own length straining his briefs pathetically when a strangled moan slips from satoru, ruining him for all he’s worth with no more than his tongue.
filthy sounds of smacking and wet squelching fill the space as his cheeks hallow, sucking down with unrelenting enthusiasm. he feels the thick cockhead kissing the back of his throat with every uncontrollable grind up of satoru’s hips. he glances back down at the beautiful man devouring him whole.
the thoughts plaguing the sorcerer’s mind moments early are quickly forgotten, his vision going blurry as suguru’s throat constricts around him taking no break for a breath. his lips now swollen and red, slick with satoru’s precum. lashes fan his cheeks, accompanied by a rosy flush while sweat beads at his hairline. the sight leaves satoru breathless, unable to help himself when he reaches forward once more to brush back dark bangs from suguru’s eyes. fingertips linger on his flushed cheek. satoru blinks down at him through lidded eyes glossed with hunger and something unreadable… something reminiscent of affection as his irises blow wide when he catches a glimpse of the tent in suguru’s robe.
“fuck. so warm—so…beautiful,” satoru groans, deep and gravelly when suguru finally looks up at him from where he sits between his thighs. it’s heavenly the way lust drips from his pupils alone, smooth sultry little moans muffled around satoru, throbbing hot and heavy on his tongue. satoru sighs exasperated and impatient, like he’s using every last inch of his godly strength to not cum right then and there.
not yet, he thinks. he wants to savor this, he loves every second of it. watching the way suguru takes him to the hilt, his hot tongue sliding across the head, lips wrapped around him tight and bucking his hips up where he sits. almost like he’s chasing his own release. in this moment satoru basks in the pleasure, no longer just the world’s strongest sorcerer but a man who succumbs to the comfort of a familiar lover’s touch. he’s unguarded, infinity down just so he can feel all of suguru in every nerve ending that makes up his body.
“suguru,” he whispers like a prayer, dragging out every syllable as if he’s about to ask for something forbidden. he doesn’t finish his sentence, only waits for suguru to pause and look up at him so sweetly, searching for a sign of discomfort at the sudden disruption.
suguru doesn’t sense any discernment. instead he’s met with a shy smile, something unfamiliar. bashfulness is the last thing he thought he’d ever see on satoru. but he catches it in the way his gaze softens, and his bottom lip twitches. suguru tries desperately to deny it like that would change the way his heart starts to race and his palms clam up.
his instincts tell him to reject it. to remind himself that this is no more than his highest paying customer who comes to the brothel for alleviation. nothing more and nothing less. but when he looks into those eyes staring down at him so tenderly, large calloused hands caressing his cheek before twirling a dark strand of hair, suguru’s breath hitches. the hand on his jaw tightens gently, slowly guiding the other closer to his face as he inches forward.
for a split second, the world stops spinning and the heavy weight harboring satoru dissipates into suguru’s lips. the moment is fleeting, where nothing else matters besides his mouth hovering over suguru’s. for just a brief moment in time, satoru is no longer the strongest but a man lovestruck, unfamiliar with this newfound vulnerability.
suguru feels the weight of his chest growing heavier, fighting against every nerve in his body that wants him to close the space between them. but suguru doesn’t kiss any of his customers. it’s his only rule, a nonnegotiable he placed the moment he started this job. it serves as insurance that nobody ever gets the wrong idea, more in consideration for others than himself since he isn’t one to get attached. not usually. he heeds to this consistently, bending the rules for no one.
but as satoru brings a thumb down to drag over his bottom lip, suguru’s blush deepens and he realizes the rules never applied to him, the only one he would ever willingly make an exception for. so he lunges forward, met with the inviting warmth of plump lips.
satoru welcomes the kiss with a sigh of relief, instantly cupping suguru’s cheeks to deepen the kiss with so much urgency you’d think he waited his entire life for this very moment. a quiet whimper escapes, and satoru uses it to sink his tongue inside with ease coaxing more sweet sounds out of suguru with every drag of the muscle. the kiss is desperate, teeth clashing and restless touching.
suguru draws back breathless, trying to recover his composure but he’s far too gone. crumbling at the hands of the man looming over him with a heavy gaze, panting as he drags suguru onto his lap. lips drag softly over his collarbone, tender kisses trailing from his neck to his shoulder. teeth sink into the exposed skin, hard enough to leave a mark before kissing the sting away.
“satoru..” he mewls, ardent desire dripping from his voice.
“don’t say anything—just let me—make you feel good.” satoru thumbs at suguru’s robe, slowly pulling the fabric down further as he continues his trail of kisses on every inch of skin exposed to the cool air. he takes a deep breath, glancing down at the broad frame shivering before him, that infamous smirk finally reaching his lips when he watches suguru’s nipples stiffen. he catches one between his thumb, flicking gently and leaning forward to nip at his neck.
“don’t-don’t tease me.” suguru warns, though his voice breaks into a strangled moan when his bud is caught between teeth. the sorcerer giggles around skin, fixing his hand in the long obsidian strands tied up. he doesn’t tug, doesn’t move, just tangles his fingers in the locks with a groan. he sucks down harder, greedily, pulling off with a wet pop.
“can’t help it. you get so needy when i tease you.”
suguru doesnt get a chance to argue. satoru sees to it the moment he guides him onto the bed again, tearing off the remnants of his robe and boxers before turning him on his stomach to settle between the captivating splay of his thighs.
“wh-what are you doing?” his answer comes with a reassuring kiss pressed to his entry, bare and spread wide in a firm grip before a slick tongue sinks into him. “ah! satoru!”
satoru growls into his heat, a sound mixed with pleasure and approval while tightening his grip on the plump mound of suguru’s ass to guide him impossibly closer to his oh so eager mouth. soft little moans break from suguru’s lips, and satoru keens against him, savoring the sweet sounds he coaxes from him with every swipe of his wicked tongue. it’s then suguru realizes that satoru’s ultimate form of pleasure is just this, taking him apart and putting him back together all on his own. he feels it in the way his fingers dig into his skin, holding him tight against his face. suguru clings to the pillow within reach, meaty thighs already trembling around satoru’s waist.
satoru fears he’d finish right then, groaning deep and low while suguru arches beautifully beneath his touch. he urges himself deeper, nose flush against his skin as sounds of squelching linger from where he consumes the man squirming weakly in his hold. suguru whimpers, hair tousled and hands shaking for purchase in the sheets when a long finger slips inside to join his tongue, curling in tortuously slow while suguru twitches around him.
“s-so good” suguru’s left a babbling mess, surrendering himself to the deep and gnawing coil in the pit of his stomach, desperately grinding his hips back onto satoru’s face.
“yeah, you like that sugu? hmm?” satoru taunts him playfully, adding another finger and striking right against his sweet spot punching a garbled moan out of the raven haired man. satoru grins cheekily, pulling back just enough to take in the filthy sight before him. suguru spread wide, tight and awaiting hole winking at him in pure greed while dribbles of spit leak down his thick thighs.
“please, m-more!” he whines in response, shaking his hips in tantalizing circles, aching for more. satoru hovers over suguru, lips brushing the shell of his ear before catching it between his teeth, nipping the flesh with care. he aligns himself at suguru’s sopping entry, nudging past the rim with a nasty squelch.
“oh!” suguru sobs, cheek squished into the bed, eyes fluttering shut, drool dampening a dark spot into the pillowcase as satoru eases himself inside. every wet drag of his length stretches him deeper, and it hurts so good, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine.
“just like that sugu, you can take it.” satoru grunts through gritted teeth, fighting every nerve in his body to not cum inside him on the spot. but he wouldn’t dare ruin this or cut it short. not when he’s dreamt of splitting him open on his cock from the very moment he started visiting the brothel. so he closes his eyes, and he drops his forehead to the dip between suguru’s broad shoulders, leering over him and ghosting his lips over sweat slick skin. he sinks his teeth into the bare flesh, guaranteed bite marks left in its wake right as he buries himself to the hilt.
saccharine moans come spilling out of them both, lost in the raw intimacy and arousal consuming them whole. satoru waits patiently for suguru to adjust, pressing chaste kisses up his back in distraction, careful not to hurt him while his breathing goes ragged.
“can i move?” he practically begs through shaky breaths, fingers stroking silky obsidian strands and suguru nods, weak but sincere. satoru tightens his grip in his hair slightly, slowly drawing back to ensure suguru feels it, every last throbbing inch of him before slamming back inside with a strangled groan.
the movement isn’t rough but presice, angry cockhead kissing his prostate deliciously and suguru melts. his whole body goes limp, dropping his weight into the sheets held together only by the strongest pair of arms. honeyed whines and whispers of satoru satoru satoru snap something deep inside the sorcerer, all remnants of composure gone as he starts a cruel pace. he slams his hips in and out, each stroke delivered with a mean, wet slapping sound of skin. he steals the air from suguru’s lungs with every thrust, punching the breathiest little whines out of him.
“you feel—fuck—feels so good suguru.” the praise sends him straight over the edge, that tight coil in his stomach snapping as he cums violently with a choked symphony of soft moans. satoru’s hips are unrelenting, fucking him through his orgasm breathing deep into the crook of suguru’s neck. he stutters inside, cock twitching beneath the vice that sucks him in place. he’s dangerously close to his own demise, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic as he continues kissing the slope of suguru’s shoulder.
“satoru—please—nngh—t-too much!” the plea is satoru’s breaking point, dignity crumbling beneath him as he fills suguru with his cum. milky streaks paint his insides white, plugging every drop deep inside with glossy eyes rolling back and swollen lips parted. satoru finally stills. heavy breathing and a crude squelching fills the silence as he slips himself out to slump beside suguru.
suguru turns to face satoru, eyes widening slightly when he’s met with a sweet, content smile, decorated with a pink flush meeting his gaze. he tells himself to look away, unable to bear the weight of his feelings when he looks in those sparkling eyes. but the thought is silenced instantly the moment a heavy hand cups his cheek, satoru leaning in to kiss him once more. this time it’s not as urgent. instead it’s slow, passionate, worth a thousand unspoken words.
suguru eases into the kiss and reaches up to wrap a hand around satoru’s nape urging his mouth closer, tongue slipping past lips and dragging against teeth. the taste of him settles on his buds, sparks of arousal trickling through him all over again. he breaks away panting, palm pressed against satoru’s chest to catch his breath.
satoru wraps a burly arm around suguru, clutching him to his chest and presses a kiss to his forehead. suguru hums in delight. all the tension he felt in satoru earlier long gone, replaced with quiet sighs of relief and more kisses as an expression of gratitude.
suguru feels his eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, his breath evening out while his body relaxes into satoru’s and he realizes that satoru gojo was never just the strongest to him. he was always more than a regular who showed up looking for a temporary fix for the pressure of his burdens. and with this last thought his lashes flutter shut, slipping into a blissful sleep in the arms of his lover.
i’ve unironically had the worst week of my life so i’m sorry this is buns. request by my freak bestie @sevibloom i might edit after posting when i have time but idk
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