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I can’t wait to see u guys tonight!! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
The message didn’t convey as much excitement as you wanted. You added a few more emojis and exclamation marks, nodding with renewed satisfaction before sending the message to the group chat you had with Geto and Gojo. It couldn’t be helped, you were excited to see them.
It had been three weeks, after all. Last week you were bogged down with midterms, the week before that Gojo was on a trip for work, and the week before that, Geto was at a conference. In between that there were a slew of minor inconveniences that prevented you from seeing them, and FaceTime calls and texts just weren’t the same. Not seeing them for that long felt like cruel and unusual punishment.
It wasn’t hard to be smitten with the pair after meeting them at Shoko’s birthday party last year. It was damn near impossible to even think about never interacting with them again after the first time going home with them that night at the club. You didn’t care how much of an exaggeration it could be to admit this, but that night was life changing. Hooking up with anyone else hadn’t even been a real thought on your mind since then. It was soon agreed the three of you were only sleeping with each other. There wasn’t a definite label the three of you had, but you all just worked .
As time went on, you had to ask Utahime where the disdain for the pair came from. After learning it started from them talking shit about her graduation dress, you had to stifle laughter because… well… you wouldn’t have exactly worn that dress. Dick was never something you would prioritize over friendship, but she assured their lives would be intact as long as they didn’t do anything that would generate even a miniscule of unhappiness in your life. Man oh man, little did she know.
CAN’T WAIT TO SEE U ANGEL . Gojo’s response in the chat brought a smile to your face, along with the picture he sent of himself cheesing. He then proceeded to send an abundance of emojis, various hearts in all colors and a bunch of smiley faces. MISSED U SO MUCH.
Ah , you were so giddy. It wasn’t just hooking up. It was the sleepovers, the meals you shared, the inside jokes, the moments where you just basked in each other's presence and said nothing at all. It all just made for a great time with them.
So excited, angel , Geto’s response read. From their separate replies, you knew they weren’t together right now. Gojo was always Geto’s proxy through text when they were. What are going to be?
Tonight was Shoko’s Halloween party, and needless to say, you knew for weeks what you were going to be. it’s a surprise!!! you sent back. u will see very soon hehehe♡
As long as its something sexy. but its u, so i know it will be , Gojo responded.
I have no doubts either, but I need to finish grading some things so I don't have to worry about it over the weekend. You’re sleeping over after, right? Geto asked in the chat.
For a teacher, you asked a stupid fucking question . You snorted at Gojo’s response.
of course i am!! You sent in confirmation. im already at Shoko’s helping to set up!! got my duffel bag here all packed and ready :3
PERFECT!!!!! Gojo sent a plethora of kissy face emojis. SEE U SOON.
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Gojo fastened the clip that secured the cape around his neck, and then reached for the finishing touch of his costume. He fitted the fake fangs in his mouth, and dabbed some costume blood at the sides of his mouth. He had to admit, he thought he made a great vampire. From the black slacks, to the crushed velvet vest he wore atop the white button up with ruffles along the neckline and sleeves, who wouldn’t want to spend eternity with him?
“Sugu!” Gojo shouted, slipping on his black dress shoes that completed his attire as he stepped out of his room. “You better be fucking ready, we should have left half an hour ago!” He felt like a prisoner rattling at the bars of his cell with how desperate he was to get out the fucking house and see you. He grew too accustomed to seeing you at least once a week, even if it was just for coffee. The lack of your presence was driving him nuts.
Geto was in the bathroom, putting the top portion of his hair in a top knot when he heard Gojo calling for him. “I’m just about done,” he called back. He ran his brush through his hair one more time before exiting the bathroom. His grading took much longer than expected, but he needed to make sure that it was done. Sure, there were other times when you were over that he had work to take care of, but it had been way too long since he last saw you. He wanted his only focus to be you and Gojo. “I’m coming out of the bathroom now.”
Gojo’s back was facing the bathroom door when Geto finally stepped out. Neither of them shared what they would be wearing, and he was more than excited for Geto to see his ensemble. He quickly turned when he heard his steps, perching up his hands. “ Oooo, I vant to suck your blooood .” Geto thought he sounded more like a Romanian ghost than a vampire, but he smiled anyway, because he was cute.
When Gojo took in Geto’s costume, he put his hands down. “What the fuck are you?”
Geto raised a brow, looking down at his black yukata robes and the gold kasaya he wore over it. He thought he looked regal. It was damn near a biblically accurate costume. “What? I’m a Buddhist monk.”
Gojo blinked. “You look like a fucking cult leader.”
“Because you know what a cult leader looks like,” Geto scoffed. He walked around Gojo, zori sandals sliding across the floor as he made his way towards the door. “Now let’s head out.”
“Hey!” Gojo tugged at the silky tresses walking in front of him, and it took everything in Geto not to let out a groan. There would be plenty of time for that later. “There’s no way you’re gonna see our angel for the first time in nearly five years dressed like that.” Gojo and his dramatics, but the three weeks did feel like a lifetime. Geto was just as eager to see you, to hear your laugh, see your smile.
Geto turned to face him, gently grasping Gojo’s chin between his thumb and index finger. “So you’re telling me you wouldn’t join my cult?” His lips brushed against his when he spoke again. “Wouldn’t want to listen to every word that I say?”
Going against anything Geto said seemed like a crime to humanity with the way he was able to captivate anyone he spoke to. “I didn’t say that,” Gojo mumbled.
Geto used his other hand to gently slap the side of Gojo’s face. “Good, now stop trying to talk shit about my costume. Let’s go.” He released his grip from Gojo’s chin, turning to walk toward the door when a soft whine left Gojo’s lips. Geto couldn’t help but roll his eyes, turning back to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Better?”
“Better,” Gojo confirmed, following Geto as he led the way out of their apartment.
The walk over was short, the brisk October air whipping around them. Gojo rang the bell when they arrived at Shoko’s, greeted by Haibara in a Scooby-Doo costume holding a tray of Jell-O shots. ”Happy Halloween!” he shouted, thrusting the tray of shots toward the pair. “Vampire and…” Haibara paused, cocking his head to the side. “A cult leader?”
Gojo barked out a laugh, taking one of the shots from the tray and throwing it back. “Would you believe me if I told you he isn’t a cult leader?”
“Oh.” Haibara’s eyebrows knitted together, thoughts seeming to race his mind a mile a minute. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it just as quickly. “I don’t know then.”
The gelatin substance nearly popped out of the plastic container it was in from how hard Geto pinched the sides of it during the whole exchange. “I’m a Buddhist monk. ”
Haibara nodded, not a single thought behind his eyes. “That’s pretty cool, too!”
Geto decided against saying anything more, opting to finally have his shot as they stepped into the apartment. The party started about forty five minutes ago, and there were already a ton of people present. Judging by the greeting they received when they arrived, Shoko’s keg in the corner of the living room, and your signature cooler they could see sitting in the kitchen from where they stood, there was a good chance that most of these people were already drunk. If they weren’t, they were certainly on the verge of being. Even with all the people present, there were only so many places you could be in the tiny apartment.
The pair started to sift through party goers when Gojo heard Shoko’s voice calling his name. With his height, it was easy to peer over the crowd and better see what direction it came from. “Here, here! Come take shots with us!”
“Kitchen.” Geto could see Shoko waving them over frantically in a far corner of the kitchen. He would have just missed it if they hadn’t already started moving through the crowd. Confident that you were with Shoko, they proceeded to make their way into the kitchen.
“They’re coming over,” Shoko affirmed, finally putting her arm down, taking out two more shot glasses, filling them to the brim.
You couldn’t even hide your smile as they came into view. “Satoru! Suguru!” you cried out, taking a step forward toward them.
It was safe to say, Gojo’s heart almost stopped when he looked at you. You looked like something out of one of his wet dreams. A small white tube top stretched across your chest, and an equally small white mini skirt that just covered your ass showed off your mouth watering thighs. A belly ring with a simple silver rhinestone adorned your belly button, and Gojo wanted nothing more than to just have your skin under his touch. Geto was equally transfixed, looking at the halo that hovered above your head and the fluffy, white wings that were strapped to your back. Some body glitter reflected from the column on your neck and collarbones, making everyone standing around you look absolutely dull in comparison. You truly transformed into an angel, their angel.
Desire pooled in your belly seeing the way they looked at you. You were positive the costume was a pleasant surprise. “I’m so happy to see you guys!” Your cheeks nearly hurt from how hard you were smiling, but you didn’t care.
“You look amazing,” Gojo blurted out. “Absolutely stunning.” Shit, he forgot the role he was planning tonight. He perched up his hands, bearing his fangs. “ I vant to make you mine fooooreverrr. ”
“You’re definitely the hottest vampire I’ve ever seen,” you giggled. He playfully dug his teeth into your neck, only causing more giggles to burst out of you.
“I knew he was a dead, unblinking freak,” Utahime deadpanned once Gojo stopped his play attack.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in a costume? ” Gojo directed the question at Utahime who was dressed as Shego. “Isn’t being a villain an everyday thing for you? You’re supposed to be someone else. ”
“If this is the day to be someone else, why are you still annoying? ” she gritted out in response.
“Alright, alright.” Shoko, dressed as Kim Possible thrusted the shot glasses into everyone's hands. With all the time she spent getting everything together, she was more sober than you would have thought, but you knew that would change in the next thirty minutes. She shouted for Haibara, who dragged Nanami dressed as Shaggy, over with him. Shoko handed them their shots, toasting, “Happy Halloween!”
The shot scorched your throat, warming your insides as you threw it back. Turning your attention to Geto now, you smiled, but then furrowed your brow in puzzlement. “You’re…” You tapped your index finger against your chin, snapping your fingers when the answer came to you. “A cult leader!”
“See!” Gojo exclaimed. “I told you that you looked like a cult leader.”
“Are you saying he isn’t?” You looked at Geto from head to toe. “He looks like those guys that want you to submit to them, give them your money, and then make you kill yourself.”
“That’s what I thought, too!” Haibara chimed in. “But he’s a Buddhist monk, ” Haibara corrected, putting the last two words in air quotes.
“ I am a Buddhist monk,” Geto emphasized, already feeling a headache forming at the incessant allegations of being a cult leader .
“Well thanks for confirming you aren’t dressed as a fucking cult leader,” Utahime scoffed. “Thought you were going to come over here spewing some nonsense about having a plan to change the world or something.”
“Imagine!” Haibara laughed. Then you started laughing, followed by Gojo, and everyone else. Even Nanami was trying his best to stifle his laugh.
“I need another shot,” Geto murmured.
“You’re right!” Shoko quickly grabbed the bottle of tequila and started filling up everyone’s glasses again. “To the cult leader that decided to grace us with his presence and spare our lives!” she toasted.
Everyone whooped and threw their shot back. Geto grumbled something unintelligible before throwing his back as well.
You exchanged a look with Gojo, and started laughing even more. “Come on, let's have some fun!”
“One more!” Shoko cheered, already filling everyone’s shot glasses again.
After the third shot, you maneuvered with Geto and Gojo back out to the living room area to dance and of course, drink some more. With each passing drink and each passing hour, you shared more heated glances with the pair. A charged look when Gojo put his hands on your hips, matching your movements to the beat of the music. A smoldering gaze when Geto rolled against your front, letting his fingers trail over the skin of your waist.
Gojo groaned every time their time with you was interrupted by someone wanting to talk to you, or when you had to help refill the cooler with ice. It’s almost as if they didn’t know how long he’d been waiting to see you. It was ridiculous, but luckily he had a plan. When you scurried off again to show someone where the bathroom was, he whipped out his phone to text the group chat, let’s meet in Shoko’s closet in 10 minutes.
“Really?” Geto, who was standing next to Gojo, asked. “We’re probably leaving in a few more hours.”
“Maybe you should get another drink,” Gojo deadpanned. “I’m not waiting a few more hours.”
“We’ve already been here a few hours,” Geto argued. “There’s nothing wrong with just waiting a few more.”
Gojo scoffed, putting his hand in Geto’s face. “Look at the fucking cult leader trying to gaslight me.”
“I think I will go get that drink.” Geto left Gojo standing in the middle of the living room as he made his way to the kitchen to get another drink.
Admittedly, you weren’t even sure who some of these people were. Shoko pretty much told everyone she invited that they were free to bring a friend, but it looked like those friends had brought a friend too. Once you finished showing a kind girl with aqua blue hair where the bathroom was, you averted your attention to your phone that vibrated in your hand. You bit your lip reading the text from Gojo, replying, on my way!!!
There were a multitude of factors that made it easy to slip into the closet unnoticed. With the exception of some orange fairy lights strung on a single wall in the living room, the entirety of Shoko’s apartment was shrouded in darkness. The blaring music from the stereo made the creaking of the closet door inaudible. Hell, the music made almost any conversation difficult to hear. Then, there was the fog machine Haibara just insisted be bought and used to set the ‘mood’ for the evening.
This was probably the closest you would ever get to feeling like a spy, pressing your back to the door as you closed it behind you. Instinctively, your arm shot into the air feeling for the string to turn on the light. Not much had changed about the tiny space. Actually, it seemed like Shoko replaced the lightbulb, the former flickering reminiscent of a firefly now a steady, dim glow.
Venturing a few steps further into the limited space available, your eyes trailed to the stack of boxes that still lined the walls. One of these days, you would need to ask what the fuck was even in there. Knowing Shoko, it was probably a year’s supply of cigarettes or cheap booze.
Your eyes squinted to see if any of the boxes indicated what its contents held when the muffled sounds of the music beyond the door suddenly roared in your ears. You whipped your head around as Gojo closed the door behind him, taking all of two steps to close the distance between you two. With a swift movement that would make the Flash envious, he turned your body so your back was against the wall and pressed his lips against yours.
There were no words to be said, no questions to be asked as you instantly snaked your arms around his neck, willingly parting your lips before his insistent tongue even got the chance to barge its way into your mouth. Even though he had been drinking throughout the night, that didn’t matter. Gojo’s familiar taste coated your taste buds as his tongue started to dance with yours. You’d recognize the taste of his mouth no matter what, his insatiable craving for sweets making him taste like the best nectar.
Gojo had been yearning for you, moving his tongue against yours with urgency as one hand caressed the small of your back. The weeks of waiting were well worth it as his finger tips made contact with your smooth skin. He’d finally been freed from his shackles, free to explore every part of you that he wanted, that he needed. He groaned against your mouth, pulling away for a moment to rest his forehead against yours. “ God angel, I’ve missed you.”
Your fingers curled at the hairs at the base of his neck, chest heaving with the intensity of the previous kiss. “I’ve missed you, too.” The hand on your back coaxed you forward, pressing your hips against his. It wasn’t hard to feel the evidence of his arousal, bulge already starting to strain against the front of his slacks. “Where’s Suguru?”
“Taking too long,” Gojo murmured, quickly discarding the faux fangs to suck your earlobe into his mouth. The breathy moan you let out made Gojo fear he would come in his jeans before he even got a chance to please you. His mouth moved ravenously, moving from your earlobes to the skin of your jaw, making his way down the column of your neck as his teeth scorched your skin with red marks. His free hand gripped your ass, fingers making crescent grooves in your skin as his mouth continued ravaging your neck. It wasn't fair that you were walking around with no evidence of the connection you had to him and Geto. He would make sure to remedy that right now.
“ Satoru. ” Your entire body was ablaze under his touch, nothing more than a blanket of snow melting to the rays of sun on the first day of spring. Your leg wrapped around his waist, more breathy moans leaving your mouth as his fervent kisses made their way to the tops of your breasts. He used his chin to easily nudge down the small tube top you wore, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. The leg wrapped around his waist along with the hand on the nape of his neck tightened as he moaned against you, switching sides to suck your other nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he mumured, heaving to come up for air. He wished he didn’t need to take a breath right now, he wanted to have his mouth latched onto you for as long as possible. “Can’t be away from you this long again, don’t think it’s healthy for me.” Both of his hands moved to grip your hips as his lips started making their descent down the front of your body. He kneeled as his lips kissed down your sternum and along your stomach, stopping as he was eye to eye with the waistband on your tiny skirt. He didn’t even care to get it off of you, that wasn’t needed.
One hand quickly shoved the material up as he nuzzled his face against your center. He took an inhale, sighing with content as his cock throbbed again. His impatience made it hard to pull down your underwear like a rational thinking person, greedily using two fingers instead to pull the fabric on the crotch aside so he could put his mouth on you. The instantaneous moan he let out the moment your essence touched his tongue was downright sickening, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. His tongue made quick work of massaging your velvety folds, moving against you with fast strokes as his thumb moved to stimulate your clit.
“Fuck Satoru,” you whimpered out, throwing your leg over his shoulder as his tongue continued to make precise movements, eager to bring an orgasm to the surface. “Just like that, right there.” His moans were muffled against your center as he continued to drench his face with your juices. For just a moment, his eyes peered up at you as his tongue delved deep into your walls. You thought the rapid beat of your heart was attributed to his ferocious tongue, but the ardor in his eyes told a completely different story. You hadn’t seen that look in anyone else’s eyes before, not before meeting Gojo and Geto. “That’s perfect, just perfect. Fuck, that feels so good.”
Gojo’s tongue continued to move with zeal, but if he had to admit, he was probably enjoying himself more than you were. The taste of you on his tongue was a unique craving that couldn’t be satisfied anywhere else, and your praises that were muffled by his head being sandwiched between your thighs was more heavenly than any church choir. Not to mention your moans, the way he could see his markings when you threw your head back when he moved to suck your clit into his mouth. There was no remedy for the affliction he had for you. There was a singular thing that would make this moment better, but he couldn’t help but want to satisfy his own greed.
One strong hand stayed on your hip while two fingers on his free hand began to tease at your entrance. You inhaled sharply as the digits began pushing into you, wasting no time to curl against that spongy part inside of you. Staggered breaths and moans were the only coherent noises you could utter as his fingers pumped in and out of you quickly, the ember burning inside your core threatening to turn into a wildfire any moment. It felt so good, seeing Gojo again, being like this with him again. Your eyes tightened when the sounds of surging music met your ears, and just as quickly disappeared.
“My two greedy brats couldn’t even wait for me.” Geto closed the door behind him, and couldn’t help that his cock throbbed beneath the robes at the sight he was met with. He honestly couldn’t even tell if you and Gojo took notice of his entrance, but he didn’t care. He closed the small gap of space it took to get to the two of you, ruffling Gojo’s hair as he stood at your side. His fingers skated over the marks formed on your neck starting at the base and traveling upwards to your chin. It seemed you finally took notice of him, tilting your neck down until you were eye to eye with him.
“S-Sugu,” you breathed out between moans, Gojo’s head still deep between your thighs. A soft chuckle left Geto’s lips as his palm rested on the side of your face. His touch was electrifying as ever, careening you even closer to the edge. “I– ah– asked Sa-Sat–”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he reassured, letting the hand on the side of your face now grip your throat, squeezing at the sides with practiced pressure. “I’ve missed you too much, angel. You both will make it up to me later, I’m sure of it.” There was no time to think about what he said before his lips pressed to yours.
It felt like coming home to a warm bath and hot meal waiting for him as Geto let his tongue glide over the shape of your lips. His sense of composure in your absence was merely for the sake of appearances as his grip on your throat tightened, already feeling delirious as your lips parted for him. The recognizable taste of your mouth was already mixed with Gojo’s sweet taste, and goodness did he fucking love it. The combination of flavors infiltrated his mouth as his tongue danced with yours, his free hand toying with one of the nipples of your exposed breast. He shamelessly moaned into your mouth, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
It was inevitable, the way Gojo’s fingers continued to thrust in and out and you as his mouth stayed latched to your clit and the way Geto’s mouth claimed yours, that you were going to come. Your legs began to tremble, moans snuffed out by Geto’s lips as you finished on Gojo’s mouth. You felt impossibly light, as if any gust of wind would have the ability to knock you off your feet as Gojo made no motion to pull away, fingers continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. You whined into Geto’s mouth, and he only gripped your throat tighter to keep you in place. Running from either of them was always an impossible task.
Lips swollen and face flushed, Gojo pulled away from your center, stroking your folds with a final lecherous lick of his tongue. His eyes widened with excitement when he saw Geto tongue deep in your throat. He’d been too engrossed to even hear the closet door open, and it only then occurred to him that anyone could have walked in and saw what he was up to, but shrugged it out of his mind. He didn’t care who saw, because there wasn’t a person besides Geto who would even have the privilege to engage with you in that way. He shuffled on his knees, nuzzling his head in the apex of Geto’s thighs, already feeling his growing erection through the robes.
Geto pulled his lips from yours, hand still gripping your throat as he looked at Gojo now between his legs. “You’re like a dog, Satoru. You know that?” he laughed. “Put a crotch in your face and you’re happy as ever.”
Gojo whined, already trying to figure out how to get Geto’s cock out of the damned robes. How the fuck did this thing even work? Why didn’t he just wear a normal costume? “You were taking too long.”
Geto looked at your flushed face, and back down at Gojo who was still toying with his robes like he was trying to solve a Rubik's cube. “Was I really?” He moved the hand toying with your nipple to grip Gojo’s hair, his two brats in his clutches. Geto couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face hearing Gojo’s moan as his fingers tightened against his scalp. “ So sorry to have kept you both waiting, but I liked what I saw. Why don’t you two continue?” Your eyes bounced down to glance at Gojo, and his gaze peeled from Geto to look at you. Geto stood with his back against the wall as he released his firm grip from your throat and Gojo’s hair.
The relieved tension had you both taking a breath as Gojo rose from his knees. He hastily pressed your front against Geto’s, fiddling with the buckle of his belt to get it undone. He should have known seeing you would make the task the most annoying thing on the planet and ditched wearing it all together, but alas, he got it undone. After undoing the button on his slacks, he pushed them along with his underwear down enough to get his cock out. He didn’t know the last time his erection ached this much, head of his cock already sticky and glistening with precome. He stepped in closer, using one hand to guide his cock to your entrance.
“ Ngh. ” The time spent apart had obviously been too long. Gojo steadily pushed into you, every inch forward making him hiss as you clenched around him tightly. You whined into Geto’s chest as Gojo’s hips continued forward, not stopping until his hips were pressed tightly against your ass. In turn, your hips pressed snugly against Geto’s erection, pants leaving your lips as Gojo was fully seated inside you. It shouldn’t have been hard to remember how overwhelming his size could be, but your hands still gripped at any part of Geto you could firmly grasp. Despite breaths escaping your lungs, you missed the feeling of being filled and surrounded by the pair.
After a few more calculated breaths and a firm grip on Geto’s torso, you lifted your leg once more, itching for the friction of your clit against Geto’s thigh. “That’s it, angel,” Geto praised. “Must have been too long, acting like you can’t handle him.”
Gojo slowly pulled his hips back, and thrusted them forward harshly, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing in the small space. “Oh, fuck, ” you moaned.
“ Fuck angel,” Gojo gritted out, gripping the flesh of your ass tightly with one hand. His hips pulled back and propelled forward harshly again. “Needed you, needed this.” He craved the sensation of his skin slapping against yours, retracting and canting his hips forward again.
Geto gripped the underside of your thigh, happily holding it up and grinding it against his thigh as Gojo began to pound into you. Each one of your breathy moans only made his cock grow harder and fuck, he didn’t even know how he was stading on two legs after not seeing you for so long. He used his other hand to grab Gojo’s free hand, slipping two of his long fingers into his mouth. Geto was pleased as his tongue swirled around the digits, fixated on the taste of your orgasm that still coated Gojo’s fingers.
Gojo sucked in a sharp breath as his hips maintained their rhythm, eyes focused on Geto whose cheeks were now hallowed around his fingers. “ God , Sugu, fuck. ” He thrusted his fingers deeper into his mouth, Geto easily flattening his tongue to accommodate the digits. Gojo’s grip on your ass tightened, canting his hips to rut into you at the same pace that he thrusted his fingers into Geto’s hot mouth. He swore he almost fucking lost it the moment Geto’s moan vibrated around his fingers. “Shit . ” He nudged another finger into Geto’s mouth, loving the way it disappeared and was enveloped in the heat just as easily.
Geto already knew what was coming next, anticipated it, actually. When he nuzzled his mouth closer and let Gojo’s digits hit the back of his throat, he only had his cheeks hollowed for a few moments before Gojo pulled his digits from Geto’s mouth. Gojo’s fingers tangled into Geto’s hair and urged his head forward, the unification of their lips nothing but an ensnarement of tongue and teeth. Geto reinforced the grasp he had on your thigh, fingers squeezing the flesh as Gojo’s tongue made its way into his mouth. He couldn’t help but groan, yet again savoring the flavor of yours and Gojo’s taste melded together.
Gojo’s cock continued to repeatedly plunge into you, each motion forward feeling like a sledgehammer breaking through a wall. Each movement of his hips only drove you further on Geto’s thigh, his rigid erection soothing the ache of your throbbing clit. Gosh, did you miss this, the ecstasy of being between their bodies, the way their touch had the ability to titillate every single one of your nerve endings, feeling like the only three people in the world whenever you were together. You gasped at a particularly hard thrust, burying your head in Geto’s chest, soft moans of pleasure escaping your lips as you clenched around Gojo’s cock.
Gojo was greedy, aiming to reach the end of you each time his hips surged forward while keeping his lips latched onto Geto’s. This is where he was meant to be, with the two of you, drowning in a sea of pleasure and bliss. His movements grew sloppier as he felt himself on the brink of his orgasm, fingers pressed deeply into the flesh of your ass, his unabashed pants scorching Geto’s mouth. You clenched around him violently with each passing thrust, and gosh , he knew you were just moments away from coming, too. Even without seeing your face, he was all too familiar with the cues your body gave him. More than anything, he wanted to come with you.
Though he wasn’t inside you, the tell tale signs of your orgasm bubbling to the surface were evident to Geto. The trembling of your thighs, the way you desperately held onto him, the muffled mewls vibrating against his chest. Pulling his lips away from Gojo was like pulling his foot out of a bear trap, Gojo letting out a whine once their lips were parted. Geto couldn’t help but subtly roll his eyes at the sound of protest, rocking his thigh against your clit to bring you to the edge. “Come on, angel,” he cajoled. “Come for us, come all over his cock. I know it’ll feel good, I just know you missed the feeling.”
Geto was right, so right. Tears pricked at the sides of your eyes as you let out a gasp, thankful for the stability being sandwiched between the pair provided as you splashed onto Gojo’s cock. Your cunt spasmed around Gojo erratically as you struggled to catch your breath from the intensity of the orgasm. It was an earth shattering, mind blowing orgasm, one that made it abundantly clear not seeing them for so long was unfair. “So good,” you mumbled into Geto’s chest. “Feels so good.”
“I know, angel,” he answered, stroking the top of your head with his hand. He titled his neck to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Always sound so pretty when you come.”
“ Fuck. ” Gojo sank every inch into you, stilling as he came with a soft whine. Your cunt continued to spasm around him, milking him for every drop of cum he had. “Always so good, angel,” he panted. He reached to wrap his hand around the front of your neck, tilting your head up so he could plant a wet kiss on your lips. You kissed back lazily, gliding your tongue against his as both of your heart rates returned to normal. “Fucking missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” You did, sweet baby Jesus, did you miss him. A smile formed on your lips as Geto shooed Gojo’s hand from your throat, letting his thumb caress your chin. “And I missed you, too,” you giggled at Geto, stretching to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Better have,” Geto joked. “How about we get cleaned up, enjoy a little more of the party and then go home?”
Gojo rolled his eyes. “I’m ready to leave now.”
You turned your head to look at Gojo, and diverted your attention to look back at Geto. “I’m ready to leave now too, actually. I just have to get my bag from Shoko’s room.”
“Of course,” Geto murmured with a shake of his head. You and Gojo were always eager to leave when there was any mention of going home. “Fine. We’ll get your bag and then leave.”
You and Gojo softly chanted, “Yes!” in unison.
Geto quickly learned that when you and Gojo agreed on something, you two were nearly unstoppable. Not that he was one to deprive the two of you of anything, but there was no going against whatever you guys wanted. “Satoru, take a step back.” Gojo, still seated inside of you, took a small step back. “Now go slow,” Geto instructed as he kneeled at the apex of your thighs. Gojo began to slowly retract his softening cock from your heat. It was messy, as always. His favorite. He placed his hands on your hips as his tongue began to drag along the inner portion of your thighs where Gojo’s cum dripped. Like a mother cat grooming her newborns, his tongue licked you repeatedly, lapping up the remainder of his cum from your folds once your thighs were cleaned. He felt your legs quiver as he thrusted his tongue past the sensitive rings of muscle, just to make sure he got everything.
He shuffled on his knees to Gojo afterwards, gripping his cock at the base and letting his tongue lick over the slit that was still glistening with your juices. He sucked the head into his mouth briefly, greedily swirling his tongue around the tip to seize any remains of Gojo's orgasm. “ Sugu, ” Gojo whined at the overstimulation.
Geto released Gojo’s cock from his grasp, smirking as he rose from his knees. “What? You wanted to go home a mess?” Gojo pouted but shook his head no. Geto’s eyes bounced between your tube top tucked beneath your breasts, skirt hiked up on your waist, the nearly crushed wings on your back and the crooked halo floating on your head. Then there was Gojo with slacks around his ankles. “You two get dressed,” he deadpanned. “I can’t do everything .”
“ I can’t do everything, ” Gojo mocked, reaching down to pull up his underwear and slacks. Once he buckled his belt, he helped you by pulling your tube top up and your skirt down. He straightened your wings as much as he could, but they were pretty much done for the moment he pushed you against the wall when he first entered.
“Whatever.” Geto would have thought Gojo would have had a somewhat decent impersonation of him after all this time, but it was still shit. He turned his attention to you. “Do you need help grabbing the bag or anything?”
You shook your head no. “It’ll only take a second.”
He nodded, and one by one you all left the closet. As easy as it was to enter it without anyone seeing, it was just as easy to leave. It was probably even easier exiting than entering, the volume of people in the tiny apartment seemingly having doubled since you entered… how long were you in there? You honestly had no idea. The music was still blaring as you pushed past partygoers to make your way down the hall to Shoko’s room, quickly grabbing your duffle bag and rejoining Gojo and Geto where they were waiting for you in the living room.
Gojo reached for the bag, hiking it up on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
You nodded, eyes searching through the crowd of people for Shoko and Utahime. You spotted them, giving Utahime a hard poke in the side to get her attention. Shoko held onto her waist lazily, head in the crook of her neck. “Are you heading out?” she asked, looking just past you at Gojo and Geto.
You nodded. “And I will call if anything happens.” Even though there was never a situation that required you to call her, giving her the peace of mind that you would was the least you could do.
Her eyes narrowed at the pair. “Good.”
“Always nice seeing you, Hime!” Gojo smiled as he grabbed hold of your hand, starting to pull you toward the door.
“How many times do I have to tell you!” Utahime shouted at Gojo’s back. “If you’re going to address me, only call me by my full name!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Gojo shouted back, not even bothering to look behind him as he reached the door, turning the knob with his free hand.
Geto grabbed hold of your other hand, lacing his fingers through yours as you all ventured outside. “Satoru, when are you going to leave that girl alone?”
Small goosebumps began to litter your skin from the exposure to the chill in the October air. Gojo dropped the hold on your hand for a brief moment, gesturing for you to take off the wings while he unfastened his cape, hastily wrapping it around your shoulders. Once he was sure it was secure, he grasped your hand in his once more. “There you go, angel.” He squeezed your hand and then looked at Geto, handing off the wings to him. “And when she stops asking me if I only blink once a year.”
You let out a laugh as the three of you made the short walk back to the pair’s apartment, idle conversations filling the silence in the streets. Admittedly, the thin material of the cape wasn’t a match for the cold biting against your skin, but the warmth of the gesture fueled you.
When the pair’s door came into view, Geto pulled out the key (who knew the cult leader– er, monk robes– had space to store things?) and unlocked the door. They both dropped the hold they had on your hands, and you kicked off your shoes. As soon as Gojo slipped his shoes off, his arms were snaking around your waist, lips pressing to yours once more.
Geto gripped Gojo’s hair, yanking his lips away from you. “Nuh uh,” he chastised. “Both of you, wait for me in Gojo’s room.”
You and Gojo shared a pout, but heeded his instructions. You stepped into Gojo’s room, shrugging the cape off of your shoulders and taking the headband the halo was attached to off. Geto’s words from earlier surfaced back to your mind as you plopped down on the edge of Gojo’s bed. “What do you think Sugu’s doing?”
“Whatever it is, it better not take long,” Gojo grumbled as he started to undress, undoing the buttons on his vest and the ones on his collared shirt afterward. If it were up to him, he probably wouldn't have made it to the bedroom.
You laid back idly on the bed, spreading your arms across the soft comforter. “Maybe he had to pee, or something,” you reasoned.
Gojo scoffed. “I don’t see what that has to do with us. It’s not like we’re all using the bathroom together.”
“You’re not wrong,” you hummed. Nearly five minutes passed since you all arrived back. “He’s probably taking a shit then. You know he gets all private about that.”
“As if his asshole isn’t our business,” Gojo countered, tossing the vest and shirt he was wearing in the hamper. “If anything, we should be making sure he has regular bowel movements.”
“You have another point,” you agreed. “I think if we ask nicely enough, we could get him to track it in a notebook, that way he can just write it.”
“Still complaining?” Geto asked as he entered the room, raising an eyebrow.
Gojo looked Geto up and down, crossing his arms over his now bare chest. “Were you taking a shit?”
Geto’s face fell at the question. “I was putting my phone on the charger.” He shook his head, and then cocked it to the side. “Why are you undressing when I said to wait? ”
Gojo froze. “Well it’s not like we were doing anything,” he argued.
You sat up to pitch in, “You kept us waiting two times tonight now, technically.”
Then, there was that smile, the corners of his lips curling up like the Chesire cat. The smile that despite making the corners of his eyes crinkle, had no real warmth. It was daunting more than anything. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” His body made an indent in the bed as he sat down next to you. You made a motion to press your lips to his neck, but he nudged you away slightly. “Both of you, on the ground.”
It only took a moment for you and Gojo to scramble to your knees in front of Geto, both of your eyes averted to the ground like scolded school children. Geto let out a light snicker as he spread his legs, resting his head in his palm as he propped his elbow up on a knee. “You both make such a pretty picture on your knees,” he complimented. He wished he had more control, but the sight already made his cock throb against his thigh. He’d still been hard from the closet, swelling persistent as they walked home. “I had fun watching you two earlier, now it’s your turn to entertain me.”
You and Gojo looked up at Geto simultaneously, and then looked at each other. Gojo leaned over to whisper something in your ear to which you nodded, agreeing with him. Gojo cleared his throat. “Can you at least…” He frowned, flailing his hand up and down. “Take off the whole cult leader ensemble. I don’t know where that thing starts and where it ends.”
You blinked. He had a point. “I wouldn’t know where to start either.” Did it have a zipper? Maybe some buttons hidden somewhere? Or did it just have a tie? You weren’t too keen on exploring.
“It would just make this easier,” Gojo added.
Geto let out a long winded sigh, and started to slowly rid himself of the costume. By the time he was done, he was only left in a pair of white tabi socks.
“You were commando under that thing?” Gojo gasped, though he was already distracted by Geto’s erection that settled against his thigh as he sat back down. Focus. “Doesn’t seem like something a monk would do.”
“It sounds like something a cult leader would do though,” you chimed in, equally transfixed on his nude body.
Geto pinched the bridge of his nose. He made a mental note not to wear a costume like this ever again. “Just start entertaining me.”
You and Gojo both nodded, inching forward on your knees. Gojo reached out first, gripping Geto’s cock at the base and letting his tongue run over the slit. He hummed instantly when the taste of his precome hit his tastebuds, closing his eyes to truly savor the taste. He never understood why Geto never shared the same haste he did, always insisting they stick around somewhere longer when this was way more fun. His tongue lapped at the slit again, watching more precome ooze from the head at his actions.
As if he were offering you a microphone, Gojo held Geto’s cock firmly toward your mouth. You’d been thinking about this for days now. Your tongue darted out next while your hands began to massage Geto’s balls, licking up the rest of the precome that was dripping from the head. It was a taste you missed, one that was unique to Geto. His cock twitched as your tongue began to run along the underside of the shaft, veins pulsing as you made your way back up to the head. Hearing Geto’s small groans encouraged you to suck the head into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you did.
Gojo took the opportunity to mouth the remainder of the shaft, getting it slick with saliva as his hand pumped the portion neither of you could reach. When your head began to sink down lower, Geto’s inches disappearing into your warm mouth, Gojo replaced the hand you had on his balls with his mouth. It was messy, spit already dribbling from the sides of his mouth as he sucked them into his mouth. Soft squelches and moans were the only sounds that filled the room as you two diligently worked on Geto’s cock.
“ Fuck, ” Geto hissed. Both of you were peering up at him when he looked down, your doe eyed expression brimming with tears as you held his cock in your throat, your moans sending tingles down his spine. Gojo’s blue eyes were a sea of lust, his hand already rubbing his hardening cock over his slacks. “You two surely know how to entertain.” This must have been what Gojo whispered in your ear, and the plan was surely a success. His chest heaved when you pulled off his cock, letting the excess saliva that pooled into your mouth drip onto the head as you took a breath. Gojo quickly assumed your position, bobbing his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks as he let Geto’s cock slide into his throat. You gripped at the base of his shaft, giving it a firm squeeze as you let his balls that were warm and slick with Gojo’s spit occupy your mouth.
Your thighs clenched together, listening to the sounds of all of your moans emanating in the room. Slick coated your folds as you continued massaging Geto with your mouth, one hand moving to grip his strong thigh whole the other helped Gojo rub himself over his slacks.
Even with his mouth filled to the brim, stretched to the limit stuffed with Geto’s cock, Gojo couldn’t help but whine at your touch, trying to buck his hips into your hand. Geto took notice, gripping the back of Gojo’s head and forcing him further onto his cock. “Even when you’re supposed to be entertaining someone else, you’re so greedy, ” he laughed, bucking his hips to launch himself deeper into Gojo’s throat. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, but I’ll start with this.” His hips bucked forward again, beginning a brutal pace.
Gojo’s felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, more than happy to have his mouth fucked. He moaned around his cock, his saliva dripping onto the inner portions of Geto’s thighs. He placed both of his hands on Geto’s thighs, feeling the way his muscles flexed each time he made a motion forward. Geto’s grip tightened on Gojo’s hair, his neat nails scraping against his scalp. The pang of pain only sent a jolt of arousal down Gojo’s spine, making his cock jump in his slacks. Geto always made sure to do things just the way Gojo liked them. How Geto was able to please Gojo while still managing to get himself off was something he knew no one else would ever be able to replicate. He hated sharing, but the only other person he could stand experiencing the same pleasure Geto always gave was without a doubt, you.
The bucking of Geto’s hips made it hard to keep massaging his balls with your mouth, but Gojo had everything all planned out. You rose from your knees and sat next to Geto on the bed, starting to press kisses to the base of his neck. Your fingers embedded into his hair, pulling his head back to give you full access to the silky column of his neck. You started slow, the light kisses turning rough as your teeth began to singe red marks into his skin, a declaration of the commitment you all had. You crawled around him, sinking your hand back into his hair as you began to attack the other side of his neck, littering it with bites and kisses.
Geto let out a deep groan, unable to think clearly with the onslaught of pleasure he was experiencing. He did ask to be entertained, but this isn’t what he had in mind. He actually didn't know what the two of you had planned, but you two always found clever ways to catch him off guard. It was even hard to keep up with the pace he had going every time your soft lips grazed and nipped at his pulse points. “Fuck, the mouths on you two,” he hissed. “So fucking good, fuck, no one can do it like you guys.”
You clenched around nothing at the praise, trailing another set of kisses up his neck until you reached his earlobe, sucking into your mouth. “Time for you to use your mouth, too,” you giggled into his ear. You didn’t give him any time to respond, shoving his shoulders forcing him to lay his back flat against the bed. You inched over, positioning your legs to straddle his face. As soon as your clothed center was hovering over his mouth, his hands flew to your hips to bring you down lower. “Aw, Sugu, don’t tell me you’re being greedy. ”
With Geto’s hands free from his hair, Gojo came off his cock for a breath of air. He spit on Geto’s cock, face still graced with a smile despite how flushed he was. “You know he only complains about us to make himself feel better,” Gojo teased, working to get his slacks off without being verbally chastised. Gojo’s erection sprung free and slapped against his stomach as he kicked off the slacks. He sighed, using one hand to fist his own cock while the other was back on Geto’s, holding the base while he sucked the head back into his mouth.
“Shut up,” Geto mumbled. He could already see new wetness coating the crotch of your underwear, your smell wafting into his nostrils. He flicked his tongue against your clothed heat once you settled lower down. “ Fuck, angel.” He hands shoved your skirt up, fingers searching for the fabric of your panties. He knew he would get shit for it later but he couldn't be bothered to have you move, ripping the material at the sides and tossing them aside. He slowly dragged his tongue through your folds, closing his eyes as he did. “Such a perfect pussy.”
You let out a sigh at the first contact of his tongue, rocking your hips forward. A soft whine left your lips when your swollen clit made contact with his nose, his tongue continuing to massage your folds with slow strokes. His tongue was warm, caressing your cunt with care as his hands settled firmly on the front of your thighs. “Take a seat, angel,” he murmured against you. “Want you to suffocate me with that pussy.” With another moan you settled your weight down on his face, continuing to wriggle your hips, riding his face better than a cowboy on a horse.
If this was going to be his last moment, having you on his face while Gojo was still wrapping his lips around his cock, he would die an extremely happy man. Your wet warmth coated his face, soaking his chin as his tongue continued moving through your folds. He could still taste remnants of yours and Gojo’s earlier orgasm, and he couldn’t get enough. He was glad you didn’t hold back, grinding your hips against his face with vigor. He held his tongue still, flicking it against your cit when your hips reared back and letting it drag across your center when they moved forward. It was a steady rhythm, and he tensed all his muscles to keep himself from coming.
Geto’s tongue, unsurprisingly had more stamina than your legs, evident in the way they quivered the longer you rocked against his mouth. “Sugu,” you whined, feeling that coil in your stomach starting to unravel again. He held onto your thighs tightly, keeping you securely in place while his mouth latched onto your clit. He sucked the bud into his mouth, pants the only sounds you were capable of making as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Ah, ah, that feels so good.”
There was only one thing that Geto wanted right now. He moved his hands back to your hips, raising you from his mouth. “I want to feel your tight pussy clamping down around my cock.” He would never complain about you coming on his face, but he wanted to see your face that first time he made you come for the amount of time you’d been apart. “Need to fill that pussy up too, show you how much I fucking missed you.” You nodded, shuffling off of his face as he sat back up.
Gojo spat onto his cock a final time, opting to sit next to Geto on the bed. He hastily pressed his swollen lips to his. The kiss was wet and sloppy, Gojo pushing his tongue into Geto’s mouth, enjoying the lingering taste of you. Geto stroked Gojo’s cock with one hand, giving his pulsing length a firm squeeze. “You suck my cock like such a good boy,” Geto praised against his lips. “Makes me forget how bad you are sometimes.”
“I like pleasing you,” Gojo answered between labored breaths, cock throbbing in Geto’s hand at the praise.
“You do it so well,” he affirmed. Their lips joined together again like adjacent puzzle pieces, Gojo thrusting his hips into Geto’s hand. Precome started leaking onto Geto’s hand, but he didn’t mind it. You approached him from the opposite side, straddling his lap and lining his cock up with your entrance. “Take your time, angel.” His voice was muffled, Gojo’s lips still latched onto his. From the way your eyes cinched shut when Gojo entered you earlier, he knew it would seem like a tight fit. You were more than adjusted to taking him by now, but he hadn’t not fucked you for this long in a year.
It felt like you were being split open as you lowered yourself onto Geto’s cock, your cunt clenching around him tightly the more of him you welcomed inside of you. By the time you sunk down on his length you felt winded, taking deep breaths to accommodate what felt like his cock invading your lungs. You wrapped one arm around his neck, slowly rolling your hips forward. “So full,” you breathed out, rolling your hips slowly again to start chasing your orgasm again.
Gojo whined when Geto pulled his lips away, burying his head into the crook of his neck while he continued thrusting his hips into his hand. He sucked on the already red skin of Geto’s neck, clinging to him desperately.
Geto sucked in a sharp breath, planting his feet on the ground while he placed the other hand firmly on your hip. “I know angel, I know,” he mumbled, thrusting his hips upward. Realistically he knew it wasn’t possible, but you felt even tighter than before. He thrusted upward into your velvety heat again, feeling his cock throb inside of you as you pulsed around him. “ God angel, feel so fucking good around me. Tight little pussy, going to fuck it full of cum.”
Geto was relentless, cock hitting the end of you each time his hips jerked upward. He bounced you on his cock, leaving you a trembling mess in his lap as a combination of your slick and salvia gathered at the base of Geto’s cock. He knew you were close, and was more than ready to have another mess around him. “Don’t hold back,” he murmured, moving the hand on your hip to rub your swollen clit. You instantly let out a cry, holding onto him tightly as the corners of your visions started to blur. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your cunt, stretched out and fluttering around’s Geto’s cock. “That’s it, so good, angel,” he praised. It only took listening to your moans to make Gojo spill into Geto’s hand, leaving him panting against Geto’s neck.
Geto stilled, keeping his hips upward so he was buried deep inside of you as he came. He felt like a shaken up soda bottle finally being opened, spurting loads of his seed deep into your cunt. You gasped, squirming on his lap as he pumped you full. A comfortable silence fell over the room, your forehead resting against Geto’s, Gojo’s eyes struggling to stay open as his head now lolled on Geto’s shoulder. You shifted slightly, feeling Geto’s cum begin to leak out of you.
“Did so good.” Geto pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Tired,” Gojo mumbled, using the back of his hand to rub his eye.
A tired smile crossed your face. “Me too.”
Geto cleaned his hand coated in Gojo’s cum, licking at it like his favorite ice cream flavor. He had to say, he was pretty beat, too. He knew the three of you could definitely go longer, but the excitement of missing each other seemed to have taken up everyone's energy. “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed then.”
You carefully rose from Geto’s lap, more of his cum mixed with your arousal dripping out of you. He gestured for you to stand in front of him, placing his hands on your waist as he dipped his head to run his tongue between your thighs. Your body, still sensitive from your orgasm, shivered under his touch. He was thorough as always, catching every rivulet that threatened to escape with his tongue.
The bathroom was the next stop, the three of your getting into the shower. The temperature was a compromise, the pair liking the water lukewarm while you liked it closer to scalding. A steamy shower set perfectly between those two ranges ended up being the result. Geto took his time soaping Gojo’s skin, pressing soft kisses to his neck and shoulder once the water rinsed him off. He did the same for you after, making his touches light wherever he thought you would be the most sensitive. You and Gojo helped Geto next, Gojo using his height to get the skin on his upper back area while you took care of the lower regions.
The shower didn’t fit three people comfortably, but none of you could ever bring yourself to complain. The close proximity almost made it more fun, giggling when someone got jabbed with an elbow or soap accidently got in someone’s eye. Doing almost anything together just made it more enjoyable.
Geto’s room was the next stop. He lotioned your afterward, warming up the cream in his hands before he massaged it into your skin. He did the same for Gojo, massaging the lotion into the muscular planes of his body. Too exhausted to even get anything from your duffel, Geto offered you one of his shirts, pulling it above your head and helping you get your arms through the sleeves. Gojo on the other hand, opted to sleep in the nude while Geto pulled up a pair of boxers.
A content sigh left your lips as Gojo slung his arm as your midsection, bringing your back against his front. “Night, angel,” he mumbled, sleep emerging victorious in his battle to stay awake.
Geto wrapped his arm around you and Gojo, pushing close to your front. “Good night, angel,” Geto said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
Being wedged between their bodies wasn’t something new, but going to sleep with them always felt like having a hot bowl of soup on a cold winter day. It was comforting, warm. Instead of igniting a flame in your core, it warmed a special place in your heart, one they managed to carve out in such a short period of time. As you closed their eyes, feeling the beating of their hearts thudding against you, the only thing you could wonder was just how much more of your heart would they take? Things only seemed to get better and better with them.
“Night guys,” you answered, voice drifting off as sleep overtook you.
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“You have the gift ready, right?” Geto asked, putting the placemats down on the dining table.
“ Yes, ” Gojo answered with a roll of his eyes. He lost count of how many times Geto had asked the question since this morning. “And I quadruple checked, everything is perfect.”
Geto nodded. “Good, good.” He put the napkins down next, followed by the utensils. “I just hope she likes it.”
The sound of the doorbell interrupted Gojo before he could give Geto an answer. “She will,” he answered before bounding over to the door.
You stood on the other side of the door, a smile painted on your face as Gojo opened it. “Hey, angel,” he greeted, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. It was the week following Shoko’s Halloween party, and luckily it was back to the regularly scheduled programming. He reached for your duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he stepped aside to give you space to enter.
“Satoru,” you smiled. You couldn’t tell what Geto was cooking, but you knew it was going to be delicious, as always. “Sugu!” you cooed, walking into the kitchen.
“Angel.” His eyes lit up when he saw you, putting the plates down on the table before walking over to meet you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Satoru and I wanted to give you something before we eat, if you don't mind.”
“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow and looked between the pair, but nothing gave away what it could possibly be. You pulled out one of the dining room chairs, crossing your legs as you sat. “Should I close my eyes?”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Geto laughed.
Gojo stepped into his room, putting down your duffel bag and coming back with a small, blue gift bag. It was stuffed to the brim with tissue paper that was just a little bit lighter than the shade of blue of the bag. He extended it silently toward you. You reached for it, having not an inkling of what it could be. The bag was so light, it didn’t even seem like whatever was in there needed to be inside of anything at all.
“Open it,” Gojo encouraged, eyes boring into yours.
You nodded, reaching your hand inside the bag. Your fingers grazed the bottom and the bag, struggling to find whatever was in there. The excess of tissue paper definitely didn’t help. “Don’t tell me this is a prank.”
Geto furrowed his brow, looking at Gojo. “You didn’t get a box for it like I said?”
“It seemed unnecessary,” Gojo dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry, something is in there, angel.”
You dug around further, fingers finally making contact with something cold. You gripped the object, pulling it out of the bag. A circular key ring with an angel key chain and three keys dangled from your fingers. The keys seemed to shine in front of your eyes as you looked at the pair. Both of their faces were flushed. “Guys?”
Geto cleared his throat and spoke first. “Well, you mean a lot to us, you know? One is for the front door, one is for my room, and the other is for Gojo’s room.”
“Plus whenever we leave somewhere together we always say we’re going home,” Gojo added. “Consider yourself our third roommate,” he beamed.
It almost felt like too much to accept, but you couldn’t help the rapid swelling of your heart. “I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, a small smile spread across your face.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Gojo said with a light laugh. “Just promise one day I’ll come home and you’ll be waiting naked on the couch.”
Geto shoved Gojo’s shoulder. “The point is, this is your home as much as it is ours. Feel free to come by anytime. You are always welcome.”
“We love having you here, honestly.” Gojo's usually playful tone carried a hint of seriousness to it. “And if there’s anything we can do to make it better, just ask. We’ll make it happen.”
Geto nodded. “We have a lot of love for you, angel. We just both thought this was a great way to show you. We hope you like it.”
Something about the word home , just felt so… right . This was home. You would definitely be entertaining Gojo on his request sometime. You closed the keys in your fist, standing to wrap your arms around their shoulders before taking a step back. “I love it,” you gushed. “And I love you guys!”
Relief settled deep in Geto’s bones, overjoyed to know he didn’t overestimate the strength of the connection they had with you. For a change, Gojo was the one that was right, assured that the connection the three of you had was solid.
“Wait.” Geto felt the blood leave his face. “Does this mean I can come here and burn that cult leader costume?”
Gojo barked out a laugh and Geto let out a sigh. “I guess.”
Gojo pulled you in for a hug. “Putting that key to good use already.”