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This was rare.
Yuuji tried to remember, as his eyes fluttered open to sunlight and sleep clouded his thoughts, if today was one of those days Gojou-sensei was out on a mission. Maybe he'd forgotten to set an alarm.
He pushed himself up on his elbows, half expecting to find himself alone, but his teacher was tucked in beside him, sprawled out under the sheets with his face mashed into the pillow, long eyelashes curved up against the fabric.
Yuuji wasn't used to waking up on his own anymore. He was used to being awakened from a dead sleep, maybe to a hand on his thigh, a kiss to his jaw, to Gojou crawling between his legs and wrapping around him like a cocoon.
Three weeks of being dead to the rest of the world, and he was already used to things.
It was uncommon to actually catch Gojou asleep and not 'just resting his eyes', so Yuuji took a moment to admire the sight, reaching out to run a hand through his pale hair and letting his fingers linger a moment before dropping the strands back into place. His face looked so sweet and unguarded, Yuuji kind of wondered if he was faking. There had been times when he'd awakened in the middle of the night to find his teacher asleep, but he was rarely the first one to sleep and was never still sleeping when Yuuji woke up in the morning.
Now. Ah, this is it. This would be your chance, if you weren't a complete fool.
...
Right. He couldn't really enjoy it, but...
"Gojou-sensei," he said quietly, not actually wanting to wake him just yet. The 'strongest sorcerer in the world' somehow looked so cute like this, Yuuji thought, flipping the sheet up to expose Gojou's usual sleep attire: a soft, black long-sleeved t-shirt and expensive sweatpants. Yuuji, personally, would overheat and die if he wore more than his boxers to bed, but temperature-wise, he felt they balanced each other out. He slept surprisingly well next to his teacher.
He dragged his fingers up Gojou's side, pulling the shirt up a bit to catch a glimpse of his stomach, idly bunching up the fine cotton in his fingers as he repeated his quiet call. "Se~n~se~i~," A little burst of adrenaline spiked into Yuuji's stomach as he imagined Gojou startling awake. Gojou definitely wasn't used to being awakened by someone else.
You're touching him, aren't you? You don't even understand how rare that is.
...
"Gojou-sensei." He leaned in close this time, and Gojou's eyelids finally scrunched and he exhaled in a groan, rolling onto his back peacefully. Without even opening his eyes, he bent his knees up and patted his lap.
"C'mere, Yuuji."
Something slithered a quick retreat into the back of Yuuji's brain.
Before he could comply, Gojou grabbed and maneuvered him easily onto his lap, positioning Yuuji's thighs on either side of himself and pressing his back against bent legs. Yuuji felt the bulge in Gojou's sweatpants nestle against the cleft of his ass through the thin fabric of his underwear and flushed. "Good morning, Gojou-sensei."
Gojou grinned lazily, opening his eyes to Yuuji sitting on him, haloed by the brightness of the room, as the first proper thing he saw today. Yuuji, familiar with this kind of morning, leaned back against his sensei's thighs, letting his arms go limp at his side and leaving himself open to be touched. He liked it, though it was definitely weird at firs— Gojou had a way of making everything seem normal very quickly. He was a good teacher.
Gojou's thumbs began drawing little circles over Yuuji's hip bones. "Gooood morning, did you sleep well, Yuuji-kun?"
"Um, yeah," Yuuji blinked, voice husky with sleep, "Sun's usually not out when you wake me up, Sensei," he squinted out the window into the bright morning light. "Sleeping in is pretty nice for a change."
The room Gojou had made up in the safehouse was pleasant and impersonal, like a hotel, good for sleeping and memorable mainly because it's where Yuuji had lost the rest of his virginity. Most of those memories belonged to that couch downstairs, but Gojou had assured him that while the couch was sleepable, it wasn't comfortable, and Yuuji would sleep much better in a bed. He'd agreed, without realizing whose bed he was agreeing to sleep in, or even being certain this was really Gojou's bed— It was just a bed where Gojou was staying, and now where he was staying, too.
"Well, we were up late last night, right? But you finished three whole movies without, y'know," Gojou mimed getting socked in the jaw, his own fist moving in slow motion as his face contorted to match the blow, "'Wow, shit, not while I have so many chips in my mouth!" He mimed an explosion of crumbs followed by grabbing more chips from an invisible bag at his side that he shoved into his mouth. Gobbling noises.
"Is that supposed to be me?" Yuuji snorted, sitting forward a bit. "That's not even what I sound like—"
Gojou pushed him back again lightly. "That's exactly what you sound like. Now get comfortable, and let your teacher say good morning to you properly."
Yuuji huffed, but sat back and tried to relax again as large hands moved up his bare torso, fingertips gliding over the firm muscle. It was almost like a massage, but Yuuji knew where this was going. By this point, the feeling of Gojou's hands anywhere on his bare skin threatened to get him hard. Three weeks ago he could not have possibly imagined that he would become accustomed to being fucked by his teacher, but now he'd begun to expect it, to yearn for it. Gojou introduced him to something that felt so good, and he was so good at it, Yuuji ended up learning a lot of things about himself very quickly. Like, being into gay sex, for one thing. Three fucking weeks.
Granted, only five weeks ago, Yuuji had been a normal boy who did not have a curse living inside him and a death sentence over his head. Yuuji considered that he was, perhaps, particularly adaptable.
Gojou smiled up at him as his thumbs purposefully grazed over his nipples, and Yuuji felt himself growing hot, shifting a bit under the touch, seeking conversation to distract from the embarrassing sounds he was about to make. He cleared his throat, "And when has staying up late ever stopped you from waking me up early before?" Yuuji stuck his tongue out. "I know we gotta train, but nothing beats a full eight hours."
Gojou's hands moved down to Yuuji's thighs, crooking his fingers to dig into the skin there, lightly raking his nails down the length of them until Yuuji inhaled sharply. "So maybe you should go to bed earlier."
"Senseeei, you are always the one keeping me up," Yuuji's posture shifted again, into something indignant, his skin tingling where Gojou's nails had left pale white lines.
Gojou grinned, "'You're cranky when you get too much sleep."
In a moment of boldness, Yuuji grabbed his teacher's hand and moved it between his legs, pressing Gojou's palm down where he'd started to get hard. He wanted to get on with their routine this morning; if Gojou was going to be giving him a hard time, Yuuji might as well get jerked off during his lecture.
Gojou lifted his eyebrows in mild surprise, a new kind of smile creeping onto his face. Yuuji's heart rate sped up— he didn't normally make moves like this on his own. He considered retracting, but truly felt like most of the shame he might have felt a month ago for his desires had been fucked out of him, and his hand remained defiantly in place.
"You apparently needed sleep even more than me, Gojou-sensei," Yuuji's voice wavered as the warmth of Gojou's palm seeped into his skin, cock twitching in his boxers. "You were the one sleeping really hard this morning."
"And you woke up hard," Gojou's fingers ghosted over Yuuji's erection before slipping out of his grasp and settling on his hips again. "Doesn't seem like you need my help here."
Yuuji groaned, rolling his eyes. "So, it's late, we're kinda behind schedule, right? Can we just," He moved against Gojou's hips, grinding against him, waiting for his teacher to pull his underwear off and get the lube out like usual.
"Sorry, am I taking too long? You getting bored?" Gojou laughed softly and abruptly parted his legs, letting a reclined Yuuji tumble backwards onto the mattress.
"H-hey," Yuuji gasped, trying to right himself, but before he could sit up, Gojou had rearranged their tangle of legs and now had his calves hooked around Yuuji's waist, pulling his hips up against Gojou's ass instead. Yuuji whimpered at the sudden pressure against his dick, face flushing at their switched positions.
He was not used to this.
Gojou held him firmly in place and leaned back into his pillow, arms crossed behind his head. "You wanna try something new?" He asked, lowering his lashes. Yuuji squirmed to no avail, earning him another squeeze. Gojou's thighs were strong but narrow at Yuuji's side, and he slowly placed his hands there, feeling their lean shape though his sweatpants.
It wasn't that Yuuji didn't wanna 'try something new'. He'd thought about it. A few times. He just didn't think it would be now, so suddenly, like this. With the sun shining.
"Um," Yuuji replied, "You ever do it like this before, Sensei?" That was a stupid question. Surely Sensei has done it all kinds of ways, he's an adult, who definitely has sex all the time—
"I have," Gojou tipped his head to the side, expression unreadable as his gemstone eyes gaged Yuuji as though through a magnifying glass.
Yuuji wanted to ask with whom, but knew that was none of his business. "You like it?"
Gojou ignored him and twisted around to grab the tube of lube in the nightstand instead, and held it up proudly with a wink and thumbs up. "We're running low."
"Why is that a thumbs up?? Ah, I can, um, go get the bottle in the basement," Yuuji tried again to wriggle out of the leg lock.
"That's okaaay, this is plenty." Gojou finally released his captive so he could slip out of his joggers. He had nothing on underneath, half hard cock springing free as soon as the waistband was tugged down. He moved with one jerky, quick motion and yanked his pants off completely, nearly hitting Yuuji in the face with them in the process.
Yuuji found that even though he was now free, he couldn't move, not even to look away. His teacher lay half dressed in front of him, thighs parted and fingers drizzled in lube, lazily circling his hole while holding direct and unblinking eye contact.
Of course Yuuji used to imagine he'd lose his virginity by getting to put his dick in someone, but that someone had always realistically been his own age and a girl, maybe someone from his class. Gojou had shown him, over and over, that Yuuji liked getting fucked, but he'd never even fantasized about fucking another guy, much less a man twice his age, until quite recently— though, it was normal for students to get crushes on their teachers, right? It was normal. It was probably less normal to actually get to act on those feelings, or have them returned, but Gojou-sensei was so fun to be around, so easy, it felt okay. It felt good.
And Gojou-sensei was so pretty.
Gojou had laughed the very first time Yuuji came into his hand, clinging to his sensei's shirt, face buried in his neck, while credits to some forgotten film played in the background.
"Guess you don't 'only like girls' after all."
And maybe it wasn't that his feelings were returned, but that his teacher was simply taking pity on him, letting him experience all kinds of new things in the time he had left to live. Yuuji shook those thoughts off when Gojou suddenly pressed a slick fingertip inside himself, letting his eyes close with a sigh. "Sorry, Yuuji, I'd let you try this, but we don't have a lot of room for error today," He flicked the little bottle lightly with his other hand (it was like, travel-sized, or something,) indicating the now scant amount remaining. "So just watch."
"Error?" Yuuji wrinkled his nose, nervousness briefly dispelled by the perceived insult, "Sensei, I could have done it." It was just prep. Yuuji knew prep, he had even practiced on himself. What he probably couldn't do, was the other thing— Gojou could get Yuuji off with just his fingers, the spot that Yuuji could never touch properly on his own, though he'd tried several times, it never felt as good. Maybe his fingers weren't long enough, or the angle wasn't right, or he just needed practice. Regardless, his teacher was amazing at it.
But that's not what this was. Gojou wasn't trying to get himself off, he was quickly applying what remained of their lube as deep as he could. Yuuji watched those long fingers emerge and vanish only a few times, parting just a bit on their way out one last time. "Yuu~ji, you still got your underwear on, weren't you in a hurry?" Gojou's fingers splayed, holding himself open, drawing Yuuji's attention back.
Yuuji placed his hands on Gojou's knees and pressed them apart further, trying to keep his hands from shaking. "Sensei!" He announced too loudly, shutting his eyes tight and bowing his head in pre-apology, "I'm not gonna be great at this, probably!"
"Yuuji, y'know what I like about you? You learn fast and you try hard. You go for it, no matter what." Gojou wiped his fingers on the pricey sweatpants off to his side and arched his back subtly, realigning himself into a comfortable position. "So don't think too hard about it. It's gonna be fun. You certainly seem to enjoy everything else we've done," he licked his lips lewdly.
Yuuji swallowed. He couldn't deny that. But this was... "Sensei, this is kind of like, the last thing I haven't done yet, so I want to take it a little slow, okay?"
"The last thing?" Gojou laughed, "We've done everything else in the whole world, huh?"
"Yeah, I mean, no, but this is, like," Yuuji couldn't really find the words for it, but this was definitely a big thing. He froze for a few seconds, steeling himself, until he finally pulled his boxers down to his knees, revealing without shame how interested he was in the offer before him. He took a deep breath, and aligned their hips. Gojou took a moment to admire the sight of Yuuji between his legs, brows knit in determination, before letting his head drop onto the pillow with a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Go for it, Yuuji."
But after a few more seconds of nothing happening, one glittering eye peeped open. "Yuuji?"
"Like I said, just a little slow, I'm sorry Sensei," Yuuji crawled up over Gojou's waiting form to gently kiss his teacher on the lips. Gojou seemed momentarily too stunned to kiss back, eyes widening while Yuuji's eyes shut tight as he kissed down Gojou's jaw and throat, letting his fingers wander down between split thighs.
"Yuuji, I already—" Gojou was about to tap the lube again.
"Yeah, but I wanna, um, kiss you first, and I can't if I'm way down there," Yuuji gestured down the length of Gojou's long torso, as though he would be a million miles away, positioned to fuck him. It was almost true. "And I wanna see what this part is like. And make sure you're ready."
Gojou bit his lip, like it was taking all his strength not to wrap Yuuji in a bear hug and roll over on top of him. "You are so sweet, Yuuji-kun~" he said instead, immense fondness drenching his voice. He let his legs drop open while Yuuji left soft little kisses on the side of his mouth.
Yuuji carefully, carefully, moved his hand down to touch where Gojou was exposed, feeling up his thigh until his fingers slid through the wet lubricant on his skin, using it to guide his touch. He circled his entrance, just as Gojou had done to him many times, before he pushed his middle finger in slowly-- just a bit-- and pulled back to watch Gojou's face. "Like this?" Yuuji asked, voice clearly shaking.
Gojou blinked. "Juuust like that," he said, trying not to smile too much. "But, again, you really don't need to do this part, Yuuji. I'm good."
"You still feel, uh, it's still pretty tight," Yuuji swallowed, finger sinking in again.
Gojou lifted his head. "Yuuji, I promise you, it's fine. It's always gonna be a little tight at first. That's what you feel like, too. But you always open up nice for me, don't you?"
Yuuji felt Gojou's gaze wander down his body, focusing on his flushed cock, and he was hit with a wave of self consciousness for the first time since his first time. Yuuji had no shame about his body, but compared to Gojou, he suddenly felt—
"You wanna know what it feels like, right Yuuji-kun?" Gojou's voice was lower than usual. "To fuck somebody."
Yuuji just nodded slowly, cock twitching at the suggestion.
It's not just fucking 'somebody', he thought, it's—
"I wanna be nice and tight for you."
"O-oh," Yuuji nodded shakily, feeling his mouth start watering. "Okay. Okay. Then I guess... it's fine." He slid his finger in and out of his teacher a few times anyway, checking his face for a reaction, just in case he found that spot. Just in case Gojou liked getting fingered as much as Yuuji did. He caught sight of Gojou's hand resting idly on his stomach, long, elegant fingers that Yuuji's smaller, blunter fingers could not possibly match up to. He rotated his wrist a bit, still looking for any kind of reaction that wasn't just Gojou smiling at him pleasantly.
"Okay," Yuuji sat up, pulling his single finger out. "You're ready now, right Sensei?"
"I'm ready," Gojou grabbed his sweatpants and used them like a cheap rag, wiping the lube off Yuuji's fingers, probably so it didn't end up in his hair. Yuuji leaned in to kiss him again, and Gojou kissed back this time, parting his lips so Yuuji could slip his tongue in. Yuuji felt like he'd gotten okay at kissing, at least, and wanted to remind his sensei of his strengths before fumbling into the unknown. Finally, he pushed himself up and sat back, repositioning himself between Gojou's legs.
And then he just sat there. Again. It was so much easier to let Gojou-sensei take the lead, he thought, so much easier to be touched than to do the touching. Yuuji had no problem charging head-first into so many situations, but right now he was nervous. He didn't want to screw this up. "Uh."
Gojou sat up just a bit, reaching between Yuuji's legs to pump his cock a few times. "You're thinking too much, Yuuji-kun," he chided, "But don't worry, Sensei's got you."
Yuuji nodded, leaning into the touch, much more accustomed to this little move. He fucked into his teacher's hand a few times, mattress creaking as he shifted and picked up the pace.
"Now, just like that, but here," Gojou lifted his hips, guiding Yuuji's hard cock to his hole. Yuuji closed his eyes, letting arousal and his sensei's gently commanding voice guide him through his nerves. He felt the slick warmth of muscle brushing the head of his cock, Gojou's fingers still holding him in place, and he finally pushed forward without another thought.
It was a slow buildup of sensation, as the intensity and pressure of actually sliding inside someone for the first time became overwhelming. Yuuji gasped as he kept pushing, inching his way forward deep into his teacher's body until he heard Gojou make a soft noise in his throat. He was already all the way in.
At some point during Yuuji's slow entrance, Gojou's hands ended up on his shoulders, holding him up. Yuuji groaned, wobbling a bit. "Sensei, it feels...so good."
"I know, right?" Gojou grinned and grinded his hips back against Yuuji, making him cry out at the sudden, unexpected friction. "Why do you think I can't keep my hands off you?"
"D-don't move too much, okay? I don't wanna—"
"It's okay if you do, Yuuji, I won't mind,"
"But I really don't wanna-ah—" Yuuji yelped again as Gojou pulled him forward with his ankles, forcing him in deeper. "Sensei, stop that—"
"You feel good, don't be self-conscious. You're not gonna hurt me."
Yuuji froze.
...
"I still want it to be good, you know?"
"It'll be good, it'll be great, when you start moving."
"I'll just," Yuuji put his hands on Gojou's toned stomach to brace himself, and pulled out slowly, keeping his eyes trained somewhere on the dip of navel visible under his shirt. Gojou sighed, maybe mumbling something, but Yuuji couldn't hear him anymore, everything around him zoned out as he concentrated. He pushed back inside experimentally and heard some encouraging sound, repeating the motion several times until Gojou's ankle-lock at his back relaxed and his heels dug into the mattress instead.
Yuuji had barely dared to imagine what this would feel like, the brief fantasies he allowed himself only skimming the surface of what his robust teen boy imagination was capable of. The target of his fantasies would phase in and out of actually being Gojou-sensei, as years of only thinking about faceless or unattainable women had left him with confusing new feelings about having so much agency in his own scenarios with a man, much less someone he actually knew, someone he looked up to. Someone who was Yuuji's dear friend and teacher.
Even though they'd been having so much sex already.
It was different, for Yuuji, to take hold of this for himself. It was thrilling.
Yuuji realized he was still groaning out loud about how good it felt as he kept fucking into Gojou, which was a little embarrassing, but it was true. It felt incredible. Gojou's tight, warm heat was giving way to him; the strongest person in the world was splayed out for his enjoyment, was entrusting Yuuji with this very intimate task, making himself vulnerable for Yuuji, believing in Yuuji, cock dripping onto his own stomach for Yuuji, all for Yuuji—
"Yuuji," Gojou put a hand on Yuuji's stomach and lifted his own hips up, angling himself carefully, "That's it."
Gojou's eyes fluttered closed, and Yuuji thought for the millionth time how beautiful he was.
Yuuji's nerves kept him in check up to this point, keeping him from coming too soon, but now his focus kicked in and he was driven instead by stark determination. He held Gojou's hips hard, surprising himself at how easily he was able to lift him up off the mattress as he lost himself in the moment, fucking his teacher without thinking, just as instructed.
Gojou's posture went quickly from relaxed, amused detachment to head tipped back hard into the pillow, long fingers wrapped around Yuuji's forearms, "That's it, Yuuji— You're doing— great—I knew you could, you always... go for it, that's what I..."
Yuuji picked up a few words here and there, his sensei's broken sentences all the encouragement he needed to keep going. If he'd known it was going to feel this good, maybe he wouldn't have hesitated so long.
"Don't— hold yourself back, Yuuji—"
He lifted Gojou up a bit more, pushing his thighs up until he was folding him in half, aiming for another kiss despite their height difference. Yuuji pulled out for a moment to rearrange his positioning, pushing Gojou's knees up to his shoulders.
"Ah, Yuuji, you're—" Gojou was cut off when Yuuji pushed back inside with a moan, eager for the sensation and warmth, the slow drag of his cock inside accentuating the less than ideal amount of lubrication.
Yuuji stretched up over his long, folded torso and kissed him hard, saying his name between gasps, dimly aware that the bed was creaking loudly, headboard rattling into the wall, Gojou's grip on him tightening so much it was painful. Yuuji let himself go completely, pent up urges he'd never so much as acknowledged driving his every thrust until his mind went blank. He could feel orgasm building low in him, and started to chase it, rhythmic and rough. And then, like a record scratch, Yuuji's movement came to a stop as he tried to thrust in, sharply and painfully aware that he wasn't touching his teacher at all anymore. He'd been forced out of his body.
"Shit, shit, sorry, Yuuji—" It only lasted a moment before the sensation of flesh returned. Yuuji froze as Gojou's thighs dropped back into his grasp and hips dropped back into his lap. Gojou's eyes looked manic.
"Gojou-sensei...? Are you— was that—"
"That wasn't on purpose," Gojou said quickly, his grip on Yuuji's wrists returned. "Usually it's always active, you know, so sometimes..."
Gojou never had Infinity up when Yuuji touched him. Yuuji had only felt it once, when Gojou introduced him to the concept.
Yuuji panicked, scrambling backwards on the bed. "Sensei, did I hurt you?!"
Gojou laughed, an odd laugh. "You didn't. But you're a strong kid, unusually so, and my technique is automatic at this point." He pushed himself up on his hands and knees, crawling over Yuuji's terrified form. He eyed Yuuji's underwear, bunched tight around his thighs, before pulling them completely off and tossing them on the floor. Gojou's hands planted on either side of Yuuji's head, eclipsing him. "It detects potential threats." He leaned down to nip at Yuuji's throat, "That's how good it was."
"That doesn't sound good," Yuuji protested, squirming under him. "Sounds really terrible, actually."
Gojou kissed him quiet, lacing their fingers together and pressing their hands into the sheets as he positioned his hips to take Yuuji inside himself again. But panic had deflated the situation considerably, and Gojou sighed and laughed a little against his neck. "Sorry. I'm really sorry, Yuuji, I didn't mean to freak you out. My body naturally has its defenses up against pure brute strength, y'know. Even though I know it's you, I got kind of. Lost in the moment."
Yuuji just made a quiet little noise into Gojou's shirt, not feeling entirely convinced. "Sensei, can I tell you something? I don't want it to be weird."
Gojou sat up, pulling Yuuji with him back against the headboard and wrapped his arms and legs around him, pressing his mouth into the top of Yuuji's head like a toddler teething. A muffled, "Sure. Of course."
"Ever since we started um, sleeping together— in the bed, I mean— Sukuna has started talking to me about, like— I can usually tune him out— but it's gross stuff. About you, Sensei." Yuuji lowered his head, ashamed. He didn't usually talk about Sukuna to anyone, feeling it was his own problem to deal with when the curse was roused enough to fill his head with commentary.
Unexpectedly, Gojou's face lit up. "What kind of gross stuff?" He motioned sucking dick with one hand, poking his tongue into his cheek. "Is he mad that he can feel it? Or is he mad that he can't feel it?"
Yuuji's expression soured. "I don't know if he can feel it or not and I really don't wanna think about it. No, no, I mean like... when you're sleeping. When we're touching. He tells me what he's gonna do to you," Yuuji's voice dropped to almost a whisper, "Like, hurt you," He paused, inhaled. "Rip you open. Tear you apart. That kind of stuff, and worse."
Gojou ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "And worse, huh? But, that's not anything new, right? He said as much to my face." Gojou poked Yuuji in the cheek where Sukuna's mouth had appeared to him once and never again since. "I'm sorry you have to listen to that, though."
Yuuji averted his eyes. "He also tells me I should do it. That you trust me too much, and I could use it to take you out. He says you're being careless, and," Yuuji swallowed, "I should kill you while you're asleep. He says I should take out the strongest sorcerer, since you're probably the one who is gonna, um," Yuuji rubbed hard at his cheek, causing his words to slur as he spoke, but it was still unmistakable— "Execute me."
"Yuuji..."
"And it's not like I care what he says! I just don't want him to think I can hurt you even a little bit," Yuuji pushed his face into Gojou's shoulder. "If he knows it's impossible, maybe he'll shut the hell up."
"You didn't hurt me, you can't." Gojou sounded a little taken aback, "You just saw firsthand what would happen, right? He's just trying to get a rise out of you, putting images in your head." Gojou didn't address the other part of Yuuji's— and perhaps, Sukuna's— concerns.
It occurred to Yuuji then how ridiculous he must sound, saying this to Gojou Satoru. Like a little kid punching waves at the beach and asking the ocean if it was okay. "Sorry, Sensei. It's stupid. I can barely even channel my cursed energy. And I know you're the strongest."
Yuuji expected him to laugh again, but instead Gojou looked thoughtful for a moment and slowly pushed his shirt all the way up his torso, tucking it under his chin. His hands framed a pale, massive scar that slashed from his clavicle all the way to his right hip. Yuuji honestly thought he'd been imagining it when he caught glimpses of it in the dark, or felt it under his shirt. Gojou was frequently still clothed even when Yuuji was completely naked, and he wondered if this was why. But in the early morning sun it could not have been more clear. "Sensei...? Is that..."
"Someone with no cursed energy at all did this to me, when I was just a little older than you. Just pure, brute strength." He didn't linger on the scar or particularly try to cover it back up, lifting his chin to let the shirt fall wherever it landed and drumming on his bare stomach with his fingers. "So it's not stupid." He ruffled Yuuji's hair, then moved to cup his chin. "And saying you can't hurt me is not a dig at you, or your abilities. You have tons of potential, and one day, I hope you will be stronger than me," Yuuji started to interrupt, to protest something he knew was impossible, but Gojou kept speaking over him, "But, Yuuji, I mean you can't hurt me— you wouldn't, and certainly not because of Sukuna. You are a kind person, and you know better than anyone that he's suppressed. You can feel it, right?"
Yuuji nodded, still processing that someone, somewhere, had hurt his teacher that badly. It was a chilling thought. Pure, brute strength.
"Because I can feel it, too. Sukuna was right about one thing. I guess I am a bit relaxed." Gojou paused, glancing to the side, "Lately. With you here in the bed. Been sleeping more."
"Because you know I can control Sukuna?"
"Because I know you're safe."
Yuuji inhaled sharply. He had so many questions buzzing through his head, but instead of prying, he just leaned down to kiss at his hip where the scar was exposed. Gojou shifted under him, posture intimate and welcoming. Yuuji crawled between his legs again, taking in the sight of beautiful Gojou Satoru, open and vulnerable. Or at least, he appeared to be. But Yuuji knew he had his trust, and his trust was something precious. It truly was rare to be able to touch him; Yuuji got to touch him every day.
Yuuji fished the bottle of lube out from where it was wedged under the pillow, sighing as its remnants sputtered pathetically onto his fingers.
"It's okay," Gojou guided Yuuji's hand to apply the remaining slick droplets to himself, wrapping his fingers around Yuuji's and moving to help get Yuuji fully hard again. "I like it, like this," Gojou said, spreading his legs. He rolled onto his side and draped one knee over Yuuji's shoulder, wrapping long fingers around his own erection and stroking himself slowly. Yuuji, not wanting his teacher to get too much of a head start without him, lined himself up quickly and pushed hard back into his warmth. Gojou's gaze flicked up to meet Yuuji's, encouraging and surprisingly gentle as he touched himself. Yuuji started to fuck into him again, matching his slow strokes. He wrapped his arms around Gojou's thigh to keep him in place as they both picked up the pace, hips moving hard and steady.
Yuuji placed a gentle kiss on the inside of his thigh, fingers gliding down the length of it as he moved, and suddenly felt something. A subtle change in skin texture. Yuuji hadn't made a point to stare when Gojou finally took his pants off, but much like the scar bisecting his torso, Yuuji could feel lightly gnarled little gashes. He startled himself when he actually looked down, and slowed his pace without meaning to. "Sensei, this too..?" He asked softly. There were maybe a dozen wounds; directionally they were somewhat aligned but in a random, frenzied smattering across Gojou's upper thigh. Pale enough that one wouldn't see them except up close, but unmistakable as evidence of a brutal attack.
(NSFW IMAGE BELOW--- sorry its the wrong leg because i drew this before i wrote that paragraph and didn't feel like flipping the image lol)
"See, Yuuji, I've already been all torn up and ripped open and worse. And here I am, just fine. Just like you." Gojou smiled at him lazily, affecting a very convincing air of relaxation as he patted Yuuji's leg to remind him to keep moving. "God, that feels good," he exhaled into the pillow and started to push back against Yuuji's thrusts as they both started to lose the rhythm.
Yuuji dug his nails into the scars and thought about how much of Gojou Satoru he'd run his hands over today, how many new places he'd touched, how many little secrets he'd learned. He wondered how many other people knew these things about him, had seen these scars, had touched them. How many people had fucked him.
"Sensei, a-are you," He asked the question too late, he could feel himself cumming even as he tried to ask if Gojou was close. His teacher nodded into the pillow, fist pumping himself hard until he wrung his climax onto the sheets. Yuuji hadn't even thought to pull out or ask if he should, after all, Gojou never asked.
Yuuji collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, and quickly scrambled out from between his legs to lie face to face, arms draped loosely around him, the way they usually fell asleep.
But it was morning, and getting later.
Gojou let out a big, satisfied-sounding groan, stretching his long arms up over his head before dropping them around Yuuji too. "So, did you have fun?"
"Um, yeah." Fun was an understatement. "Can I, um. I definitely wanna try that again, if that's okay, Sensei...I think I can do better."
"Four movies."
Yuuji blinked.
"Four movies in a row without getting punched and you can do it again."
"Okay!" Yuuji liked a challenge, and that sounded like a challenge. Of course, not getting socked in the mouth was its own reward, but a little extra incentive never hurt.
While Yuuji thought about what four movies he could definitely focus through, Gojou nuzzled up under his chin, batting his eyelashes. "You're touching me now, is Sukuna saying anything?" He sounded like he already knew the answer and was far from concerned.
"No, I could hear him before you woke up. Then he shut up."
"Before you woke me up," Gojou corrected, "And good. Maybe he learned his lesson. I like getting just a little sleep sometimes, you know?"
Yuuji tried his luck, "Maybe we could get a little more?"
"Four un-punched movies in a row aren't going to watch themselves, Yuuji."
"Sensei, are you that excited for me to try again?" Yuuji was already closing his eyes.
"Well, I was under the impression you think you can do better."
Yuuji laughed and tossed his arm over his eyes. "Twenty more minutes. And I said I'd try."
"Deal."