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Satoru couldn’t wait to graduate and get the fuck out. High school was boring, life even more so. His only respite was his two friends, Shoko and Suguru. The shit they stirred was the only thing worth living for.
Otherwise, it was responsibilities piled upon responsibilities, family honor and all that bullshit. All those elders wanted was to build up an heir efficiently. They didn’t give a damn about anything else. While Satoru didn’t have any difficulties in meeting those expectations, it annoyed him. Everything was pre-planned, pre-determined. They made their own convoluted, stupid route and believed that Satoru would walk it without question.
Absolutely not. Gojo Satoru was known for many things. Such things did not include being submissive and bowing down to elders. He went his own way, only doing the bare minimum for his clan. He tried being the greatest inconvenience possible, because what could they do? Gojo Satoru was the sole living heir; the title of the head would go to him and him only.
Speaking of inconveniences… this probably went way over the line, but who could stop him?
In his lap sat young Itadori Yuuji, a sniffling boy who was currently wiping his eyes with his tiny palms. Satoru chose to have a little mercy on him, and softly wrapped his hands around Yuuji’s head, using his thumbs to gently blot the tears away.
At that, Yuuji opened his eyes slowly, revealing red-rimmed, dewy caramel eyes that looked up to Satoru. The sight of his beautiful, pure eyes, framed by light lashes, made Satoru pause and shiver in anticipation.
“You okay?” Satoru murmured under his breath.
He had first met the boy a while ago, when he had noticed him on a train, alone. He looked a little too young to be by himself, and his confused expression didn’t help. He was clutching the metal pole tightly with two small hands. He wore an orange shirt with jean shorts, which rose high enough to reveal scraped, bruised knees. They were shoddily covered with cartoon band-aids, so some bloody scratches peeked out. One of the plasters was pasted on his cheek.
Satoru was probably looking too hard, but whatever, it’s not like the boy noticed him. What the boy did notice was the middle-aged businessman who was getting too close for comfort, leaning over him. Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck was he trying to do? And this was the humanity that everyone wanted Gojo Satoru to protect.
A hairy, thick hand reached out to touch a smooth, thin thigh, and the boy’s eyes widened before looking down in horror. He was frozen, like a deer in the headlights, squeezing the pole tighter as his legs began shaking. The old man continued to palm at them, rubbing tanned skin.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Before Satoru realized it, he had sauntered over to the pair and grabbed the man’s hand. “Geez, man. You’re seriously into little kids? How about you stop fucking groping him.”
The bystanders around them either ignored the situation or looked on with disgust. The man muttered some bullshit under his breath before stomping to another part of the train, tugging his wrist away from Satoru’s grip.
“Tch. Fucking pathetic,” Satoru hissed, before turning and attending to the boy. “Kid. What stop are you getting off at?”
He sniffled, looking at the ground and staying silent. One hand remained on the pole while another brushed off the invisible germs on his thigh. “The one after the next one. And my name’s… Itadori Yuuji.”
“Fine.” The kid was probably an idiot for introducing himself to a stranger right after being groped by one. “Gojo Satoru.”
They stood without saying anything until the train stopped sharply at the next stop. “O-oof.”
Itadori bumped into him, his head colliding with Satoru’s hip, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around the boy. “You good, Itadori?”
“Yuuji.” His cheek rubbed against his thigh as he nodded, and Satoru tried to ignore the warmth building up inside him. “My friends call me Yuuji.”
Yeah, but I’m the furthest thing from your friend.
“Whatever. Yuuji, then.” A few moments passed before the train screeched to a halt once more, and Satoru pulled Yuuji with him, trying to avoid the human traffic all trying to exit. At one point, Yuuji’s hand had reached up to grasp his, and they remained wrapped around one another.
They shuffled slowly to the doors, with Satoru practically carrying Yuuji as he lifted the boy onto the concrete, the pair stepping off smoothly. They were in some random rural area, but Satoru was way more interested in something else, rather than their destination.
“Where’s your home?”
His parents were dead and his grandpa was sick in the hospital. He had only been on the train to visit his grandpa, whose latest bout of sickness had got him referred to a more urban hospital.
Satoru really shouldn’t be here right now.
It’s just him and Yuuji alone in this small house, sat at the futon with two modest cups of tea laid innocently in front of them. They’re close enough to touch, and Satoru was able to discern his scent of sun and fresh grass. While Yuuji sat with his legs folded under him, Satoru rested an elbow on one of his knees, looking as disgraceful as always.
He had just wanted to walk the boy home and maybe, maybe connect a place to a name. Perhaps drop by once in a while, because it was obvious the boy had little self-preservation skills. He had only come in because Yuuji refused to let go of him otherwise, saying that he should come in for tea at least. Did the boy even get taught to stay away from strangers?
“T-thanks, umm, S-satoru-san? I-I, was scared for a bit there…” Satoru threw a quick glance to the side, noticing Yuuji’s clenched fists, which were shaking. Ignoring his brain, which was currently telling him to get the fuck out , he reached out and wrapped his hands around the boy’s.
His hands enveloped Yuuji’s easily. Fuck . They were so smooth and soft.
“Y-yeah, I know. But you’re fine now, right? You okay?” Apparently that was not the correct thing to say, because the boy teared up immediately, and Satoru tensed as Yuuji turned and buried his face in Satoru’s shoulder.
“Nn… I was really scared , b-because he was, m-my leg…” His words are muffled by Satoru’s shirt, and he felt Yuuji’s palms clench at him weakly.
Satoru wanted to curse. This kid was really something, and he almost felt bad. Yuuji should have been saved by someone like Suguru or Shoko. At least they wouldn’t be having the thoughts that he was having.
He used his now free hands to wrap around Yuuji’s middle and adjust him so he’s now sitting in Satoru’s lap. He prayed for his dick to stay down , but it wasn’t really working.
The boy was so warm , even though he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and Satoru wanted to reach his hands under them, snake his arms around so he could feel his warmth with no barriers in between. Fuck, he needed to stop, because this was bad, so bad. Instead, he just placed his palm on the arch off Yuuji’s back, patting in a pathetic attempt at comfort.
“S-satoru-san?” Yuuji’s voice was shaky, worried, and Satoru swallowed down all the guilt that was threatening to well up in his throat and responded, “Is it more comfortable now? It’s okay now, Yuuji. I’m here.”
He nodded, leading to the soft shf-shf of his skin rubbing against Satoru’s uniform, and murmured, “Mm… t-thank you, Satoru-san.”
Yuuji pulled away and Satoru’s breath stopped. The boy looked at him through damp lashes, glassy honey eyes focusing on only him, and Satoru couldn’t help but fall in love.
He thumbed away Yuuji’s tears, resisting the urge to lick them, and smiled at him. “You’re a good boy, Yuuji, okay? So make sure to stay away from strangers. If you wanna visit your grandpa again, call me.”
He asked for their home phone number and quickly memorized it before storing it in his phone. For Yuuji, he wrote his phone number on a scrap of paper.
Below his number, he scribbled: Gojo Satoru, and circled it. “Don’t lose it, okay?”
“Mhmm! Satoru-umm,” Yuuji suddenly looked bashful, “Satoru-niichan.”
This kid really was going to be the death of him.
After their first meeting, Satoru had used all of his free time to visit Yuuji. So much that he neglected his trouble-making, playboy activities, which made everyone at the school suspicious. When asked, he responded, “I’m going to see my darling!”
Little did they know that his darling was not a gorgeous girl, but a sweet, lovely angel by the name of Itadori Yuuji.
Yuuji was so trusting , allowing Satoru to take him places, from the promised hospital visits to random cafes in the area. He spoiled the boy rotten with his paycheck, but it was all so worth it. Sometimes, they even stayed home. His grandpa remained in the hospital, his condition neither improving nor worsening, which saddened Yuuji. Satoru was secretly grateful, as he and Yuuji could spend even more time together.
He was such a good wife, adept at cooking and cleaning from taking care of himself so much. Whenever Satoru called and said he would drop by, Yuuji would always prepare a warm, delicious meal for him. He warmed the futon and prepared a hot bath whenever it was cold. Satoru’s heart always felt so full whenever he was with Yuuji.
Currently, they were sitting together, Satoru regaling the boy with some funny stories about his school and friends, carefully omitting any parts regarding curses. Yuuji was in his lap, which became his preferred seat over time. Drunk on happiness and lust, Satoru wrapped his arms around Yuuji’s middle, loose enough to not hurt him. “Y’know, Yuuji-kun…”
“Hmm?”
“Do you trust Satoru-nii?” His fingers rhythmically tapped against the boy’s skin. Yuuji huffed and giggled in response.
“Of course! Satoru-nii is so nice. I like Satoru-niichan a lot,” Yuuji looked up at him, “Does Satoru-nii like me too?”
He couldn’t help but bury his face in Yuuji’s tiny shoulder, inhaling his scent of syrup, as they had pancakes earlier. “Yes! Satoru-nii likes Yuuji-kun so, so much. That’s why, let’s do something new and fun, okay!”
“Fun? Okay!”
Satoru smiled. His Yuuji was so innocent and bright, it was so adorable.
He maneuvered the boy so he was facing him, and grinned down at him. “You’ve heard of kissing, right, Yuuji?”
He nodded eagerly. “It’s something adults do when they like each other very much! They touch mouths and stuff…”
Satoru continued, rubbing at Yuuji’s sides gently with his hands. “And you like Satoru-nii, right? Satoru-nii likes you a lot too, so we should kiss!”
Yuuji looked curious. He probably was at the age where his friends would tease each other about kissing girls. “Mmm… I dunno, Satoru-nii, it seems…”
His eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on Yuuji. “But you like me, right? And you’re all grown up, right? Grown-ups who like each other a lot kiss. Or do you not like me?”
Yuuji shook his head rapidly, panicked. “No! I like Satoru-nii a lot! I’m just… scared, I guess.”
“It’s okay, it’ll feel good. And if it doesn’t, we’ll stop, okay?”
At the younger boy’s nod, Satoru leaned in and pressed his lips against Yuuji’s, which were so soft and lovely. It only lasted for a second, and Satoru pulled away straight after. “You okay?”
“Mhmm… That felt a bit weird, though.” Yuuji said, pouting lightly, “And short.”
Satoru smiled reassuringly before leaning back in, kissing Yuuji gently. He let the boy get a little more comfortable with the gesture before running his tongue against the crease of Yuuji’s lips.
“A-ah?!” Taking advantage of his open mouth, Satoru took the chance to dive in, running his tongue against Yuuji’s smooth pink gums and small teeth. He rubbed his tongue against Yuuji’s, which weakly tried to push back. He brought his hands away from Yuuji’s sides to support the boy’s jaw, and smirked when he felt the wet slick of saliva running down his face.
Satoru continued for a few moments longer, exploring the inside of Yuuji’s mouth while the boy quietly panted, letting out little “ah’s” and “mmm’s” in between breaths. The adorable noises and moans he let out made Satoru’s pants unbearably tight. Judging by how Yuuji was unconsciously moving his hips and rubbing on him, he wasn’t the only one who was frustrated.
He drew away after sucking on Yuuji’s tongue, and was delighted to hear the boy whine. “Feels good, Yuuji?”
Yuuji’s eyes were teary and hazy, as if he had gotten drunk from their kiss. He smiled, “Y-yeah, Satoru-nii… I wanna do more…”
“Right? Me too! Let’s have a lot of fun, Yuuji!” Suddenly, Satoru looked down with exaggeration, pretending to be shocked. “Wait, Yuuji-kun, what’s that?”
He pointed down at the small tent in the boy’s pants. It was such an adorably cute bulge; Satoru wanted to unwrap his present immediately. Yuuji seemed panicked, as if caught doing some sort of heinous crime. “A-ah?! Satoru-nii, I don’t know… It feels funny…”
“Aww… Don’t worry, Satoru-nii will make it feel better.”
And he proceeded to unbutton the boy’s shorts before pulling them down. “W-wait?!”
Satoru hushed him, pulling down his boxers to reveal velvet-soft, smooth skin that he couldn’t wait to touch and leave marks on. Yuuji’s little dick was pure and perfect , hairless and so, so cute.
He licked a long stripe in his palm and took the dick in his hand, which made the boy in his lap whimper. “S-satoru-nii, it-it feels -”
Satoru massaged it gently with his palm, which wrapped around the boy’s cock easily. He thumbed the slit, rubbing it back and forth as Yuuji let out angelic noises. “I-I feel like I’m gonna, gonna pee- ”
His entire body clenched, from head to toe, and his back arched beautifully as he came dry. Short, small shivers followed afterward, beckoned forth as Satoru murmured sweet nothings in his ear. His hands traveled upwards to rub Yuuji’s back as the boy cried. “A-ah, Satoru-nii, I’m s-sorry …”
“Sorry for what? You did great, Yuuji,” he said, reassuringly, “You did so well. My good boy. There’s nothing to be sorry about, you were so good. Did you feel good?”
He looked up at him and nodded, which made Satoru beam down and grin. “That’s great! We’re not done just yet, so let’s continue! It’ll feel even better this time, does that sound nice?”
“Mhmm…” Yuuji was still panting hard, how adorable. Satoru lightly pushed him down, so his back was flush to the ground. “Bend your knees like this, darling, there you go.”
At this angle, he got a clear view of Yuuji’s small, pink hole, which twitched cutely due to the unfamiliar position. Satoru quickly got out a package of lube from his pocket and hastily covered his fingers until they were dripping. Then, he placed his index finger at Yuuji’s entrance, and the boy’s beautiful eyes widened. “S-satoru-nii… That place is dirty, y-you can’t!”
He used his thumb to caress the rim gently. “Oh, but Yuuji-kun, it’ll feel good, like all the things we did before! Just trust Satoru-niichan.”
Even with his reassurance, Yuuji’s hands were fisted and his face was clenched up. He was undoubtedly worried, which made Satoru feel bad. He leaned down to kiss his boy, and used his free hand to stroke his cheek. “It’s gonna be just fine. Just relax and let Satoru-nii take care of you.”
The first press of his finger was, as predicted, met with a lot of resistance. The boy whimpered quietly in response, and Satoru did his best to smile kindly at him and calm him down. Nonetheless, Satoru continued, wiggling his finger around and trying to feel as much of Yuuji’s insides as he could. God, to feel that around his cock…
When he finally felt his walls stretch and ease up slightly, Satoru took another one of his lubed-up fingers and lined it up with his index, pushing them both in. He was still so tight, but Satoru would take his time to make sure that his boy wouldn’t get hurt.
It took a while for Yuuji to get used to two fingers, but he finally managed to fit a third after scissoring mercilessly in the boy and making him cry out. Satoru supplemented this with kisses and small rubs on the stomach, which made Yuuji ease up and relax more. He poked and prodded at him, massaging his insides with enough fingers to ensure that his dick would fit- or at least, make the stretch bearable.
When he finally unzipped his pants and got his painfully-hard dick out, Yuuji inhaled sharply. "S-satoru-nii, umm, uh! Is it- gonna fit?"
Satoru reached over to place a kiss on those cute lips, smiling against Yuuji's.
"Of course. You're gonna feel so good."
And he pushed in.
God, it was so tight , he could burst. He inched forward slowly, feeling the hot walls of Yuuji's ass clench around him.
Immediately, Yuuji tried to grab his arms, struggling in his grasp. “N-no, no, Satoru-niichan stop! It’s, it’s-”
Satoru hushed him, placing chaste kisses all over his face and whispering quick praises.
"Oh- you're doing so well, my darling Yuuji, so so good for me- I love you so much.”
And as if shocked, Yuuji stiffened, ending his short struggle. "S-satoru-niichan loves me?"
He nodded, looking at his boy with as much care and adoration he could muster. "I love you so much, more than anything else, Yuuji. You're such a good boy. I love you, I love you, I love you."
Satoru felt Yuuji shiver, his ass clenching around his dick. The boy whimpered, letting out a quiet wail as Satoru continued to thrust through the tightness. “It feels-it feels, aa- ”
“Good, Yuuji? Doesn’t it feel good?” He brought his hands to wipe at the boy’s tears, pressing a kiss to his forehead after he was done. “Just a bit more, darling. Satoru-niichan loves you so much.”
Looking down at the ruined boy electrified every cell in him. Yuuji was just so cute, with his smooth skin, his flushed cheeks, his teary eyes. Satoru wanted to take everything from him, break him down and build him again, piece by piece. To ruin him until he couldn’t rely on anyone but Satoru, to keep him forever and ever.
God, to think this is what love felt like. It truly was the most twisted curse of all.
Satoru could feel the heat in his stomach reaching a crescendo, his nerves lighting aflame, and he couldn’t help but thrust mercilessly into Yuuji, any sense of rhythm lost to the wayside.
“Ah, a-a, a, n-no, too hard, it feels-!” Yuuji sobbed, and the sight of his red-rimmed eyes, glimmering with tears, made Satoru climax. He thrusted one last time, as far as he could go, and was mesmerized with the way he could see his cock bulge in his darling’s stomach. He ran his palm across it, rubbing gently, and was rewarded with Yuuji’s weak whimper.
It also seemed that somewhere along the way, Yuuji had come too, as he looked absolutely, endearingly, broken. Eyes rolled up, limbs twitching lightly, his ass refusing to let go of Satoru’s dick.
He cherished his boy throughout the afterglow, peppering his skin with kisses and praises. Telling him how he was such a good, good boy and how he loved him so much. Yuuji remained unresponsive, but it was probably just tiredness after all the loving they had done.
“Yuuji, I love you.”
It’s just him and Yuuji alone in this small house, sat at the futon with two modest cups of tea laid innocently in front of them. Yuuji’s in his lap, a lovely bundle of warmth, and Satoru is able to discern his scent of sun and fresh grass.
“Satoru-niichan,” his boy says, breaking the silence.
“Hmm?”
He turns around, a mess of limbs shuffling around in his lap.
“Love you.”
Their lips meet, and Satoru is completely, utterly in love.