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Suguru doesn't quite know how to describe the situation he's found himself in.
Yesterday - Yesterday was a perfectly normal day, a hot summer afternoon spent sparring with Satoru and Haibara until the skies turned a dusty pink; a regular day where Suguru was sure he'd wake up the next day with the usual muscle aches from tackling Satoru all the time.
Suguru remembers buying a bottle of soda from the vending machine after school, walking up to the nearest konbini with Satoru to buy snacks for the juniors. Suguru remembers eating a bowl of his usual tonkotsu ramen.
And then-
Nothing.
It's discomfiting, to know that he doesn't remember the way he got here, to be unsure of whether this is some sort of curse technique that he's trapped in or not.
Suguru stares up at the man that's looming over him, tall and unsmiling. He's - He's Satoru, it's definitely Satoru, but he's not at the same time.
Gojo Satoru looks like he's a decade older, his frame larger, taking up more space than what Suguru's used to. And the way he surveys Suguru - it makes him feel tingly all over, strangely warm in the low point of his belly.
"Hello lovely," Gojo Satoru says, and even his voice has lost the grating edge of his teenage self. "What brings you here?"
"I- I'm," Suguru stutters, and it's like his whole face is on fire. For some reason, Suguru's feeling flustered, nervous even, in front of this unfamiliar Gojo. He feels so adult, so unlike the Satoru he knows - and it's throwing Suguru off, badly.
Gojo Satoru suddenly laughs, a deep sound that reverberates through Suguru's bones, and makes him shiver just a tiny bit. This adult Gojo is so large, he makes Suguru feel tiny in comparison, like he could break Suguru into two if he wanted to.
He reaches out and cups one of Suguru's warm cheeks, his palm wide and calloused, and Suguru just lets him do that, surprised by his own docility.
"Yeah?" He prompts Suguru, grinning. "Go on, I'm curious. I haven't seen you like this in so long, Suguru." He eyes Suguru again, looking at him from head to toe.
Suguru blinks up at him, his brain finally whirling into action. "Am I in the future?" He blurts out. "You're, you're-" He cuts himself off. Old isn't really the right word to use.
Gojo smiles a little, as if he knows what Suguru was about to say. "Why don't you start from the beginning?"
He tries to tell his story the best he can, fumbling a little, as Gojo Satoru observes him in silence. "...And I don't - I don't remember what happened, I was in my room sleeping," He finishes lamely.
"And now you're here," Gojo says, looking contemplative. He pulls away, and Suguru feels strangely bereft from the lack of contact.
He walks towards one of the chairs and sinks into it, and for the first time since he's arrived, Suguru glances around at his surroundings.
It's an apartment - a well furnished apartment with a surprisingly high ceiling, with beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, and an expensive looking wooden dining table set. They're currently standing near the kitchen, where Suguru can see the expansive marble island counter, the clean sharp look of the cabinets and shelves. The entire place looks like it's taken straight out of a furniture catalogue magazine.
"...Is this your home?" Suguru asks, unable to help himself. He walks slowly to the windows, where he can see the landscape of the world below them, buildings tiny dots speckled all over the place, roads streaking through the city. "It's beautiful."
Gojo hums noncommittally, giving Suguru an unreadable look. "You could say that," He replies.
He's lounging in a way that is reminiscent of Suguru's Satoru, careless and relaxed, his long legs spread apart. Suguru finds his gaze drawn to the middle of them, and then forcefully turns away to look at the sofa instead.
"Do you want a tour?" Gojo suddenly speaks up, after a moment of silence. "I could get you some food too, if you're hungry..."
Suguru plasters a smile on his face, trying to exude calmness. "A tour sounds good," He says. Maybe it would lessen the awkwardness too - for some reason, tension is beginning to build between them - and Suguru's unsure why.
Gojo ushers him around the apartment, and it's more spacious than Suguru had initially guessed.
There's at least two bedrooms, and the Master bedroom has a giant bed piled with such soft looking pillows that Suguru's tempted to roll around when Gojo's not looking. The bathroom is exquisite as well, well-decorated with a large bathtub that can probably fit two people, the toiletries neatly kept to a side.
Strangely, there's even a small translucent box full of hair ties - not even newly bought ones, as Suguru can see a dark hair tangled in one of them. He wonders if Gojo has people over often. Is this what adults do?
Gojo catches him looking at the box, and smiles a little. He leans forward and tucks part of Suguru's bangs behind his ear. The action is practised and smooth, and Gojo moves away even before Suguru can react.
"I'll grab something for us to eat, and we can discuss more then," He says, and he exits the bathroom, leaving Suguru alone.
Suguru looks up at the large ornate mirror in front of him, and is startled to see his reflection - his cheeks flushed, his lips red and bitten. All he can feel is the hammering of his heart in his rib cage, the sound of blood rushing in his ears. This Gojo Satoru was really too different than the one he's used to.
They tuck into the food that Gojo orders through delivery, the soup warm and inviting, calming Suguru's nerves a little. Gojo tells Suguru some things about himself, as well as the timeframe that Suguru is currently in.
From what Gojo has told him, bits and pieces here and there, Suguru has pieced together that this feels more like an alternate universe problem rather than a time-travelling issue that he's currently facing.
Some of the events Gojo tells him doesn't quite line up with the ones that Suguru's experienced - and additionally, there are people that Gojo mentions in his teenage days that Suguru's never heard of.
Suguru doesn't quite know how to feel about the fact that his Satoru will never become the Gojo Satoru that's currently in front of him. Is he disappointed? Suguru doesn't really want to think too deeply about that.
They talk until the skies turn to a deep velvet cover of the night, the city sparkling below them. This Gojo Satoru is funny and he's somehow shed all of the brashness and arrogance that Suguru's Satoru carries. Suguru finds himself revealing more about himself and his thoughts about the whole situation as the night progresses.
At one point, Suguru cracks a joke and Gojo laughs so hard, he places a hand on Suguru's knee to prop himself up, still gasping for air as he tears up.
They're both laughing until their bellies ache, but even after the laughter subsides, Suguru notices that the hand remains on his knee for the rest of the night.
He lets the hand stay there, and feels a little thrill down his spine whenever the fingers tighten around his knee during an exciting story.
It gets late, too late until Suguru's rubbing his eyes, an unconscious yawn escaping from him. Gojo immediately stops narrating the story he's been telling, and begins ushering him to the bedroom, stating that he can use the Master bedroom and he will sleep in the other one.
He hands Suguru a set of pajamas and points him to where he can turn on the heater for his bath. "Goodnight," He winks at him, and saunters away. Suguru resolutely does not look at his behind.
The hot water is a welcome relief against his skin, and Suguru feels himself relaxing, tension he was unaware of uncoiling slowly in his gut.
He takes care to wash his hair slowly, using the shampoo and conditioner available in the bathroom. It smells just like the brand Suguru's used to buying, and it's a small comfort to be using something familiar.
The pajamas that Gojo brought for him are a little big, but they're soft and silky against his skin, so Suguru counts that as a blessing.
He crawls into the huge bed, and feels a little alone, with all the pillows piled around him. Suguru wonders what Gojo is thinking of, or if he's already asleep, in the other bedroom.
Sleep comes for him eventually, but Suguru's always been a light sleeper, and he's immediately roused when he hears the bedroom door creak open, hours after he'd gone to bed.
He hears rather than sees Gojo enter the room, his footsteps soft and muted, padding across the room, in the direction of the bed.
Gojo doesn't do anything or say anything for a long while.
He just stands there, at the side of the bed, staring at Suguru. Even with his eyes closed, Suguru feels as though his gaze is heavy, and tries to even out his breathing as his heartbeat quickens.
A hand softly touches the crown of Suguru's head; running its fingers through his hair gently, like stroking something precious.
Gojo exhales a little loudly, a tired sounding sigh. "You don't have to pretend to be asleep, y'know." He reaches to the side and turns on the bedside lamp, the small warm light filling the room.
Suguru opens his eyes, feeling called out. "I'm not the one creeping into other people's bedrooms," He says, trying to make out Gojo's face in the dim lighting. Even in the half-darkness, Gojo still looks devastatingly handsome, his hair slightly mussed. Suguru doesn't know what else to say, to avoid outright accusing Gojo of being a pervert. Or something.
He must have said the last part out loud, because Gojo laughs, a soft low snort. He settles his weight at the side of the bed, gazing down at Suguru.
"Yes," He says, his eyes shining with amusement, "I am a pervert. The worst kind. I'm giving you fair warning now, so kick me out of the room before it's too late."
Suguru wriggles in bed until he's sitting up, propped up by the pillows. "Why are you here?" He asks, getting straight to the point.
It's in his nature, to be blunt - Suguru can't stand the whole subtle song and dance that some people do, throwing out hints here and there. He doesn't like to do it, and what's more, he doesn't like to do it with Satoru.
Even if this Gojo Satoru isn't Suguru's Satoru - he's still Satoru in some way, in the way he laughs, in the way he smiles.
Gojo hesitates for a millisecond, but Suguru still catches it, because he's watching him closely. Gojo turns away to look at the wall opposite the bed.
"I, I missed you, Suguru," He murmurs. It's a quiet confession, something that sounds too small and sad for some reason. "In this place, I don't have you with me, anymore."
Suguru tilts his head. "What do you mean?" He asks slowly.
Gojo doesn't answer him. He just sits there in silence, lost in thought, his gaze distant. This is the first time Suguru's felt that maybe staying here was a bad idea, after all.
"You're gone," Gojo says simply, meeting his eyes. "You left me alone."
And suddenly, it's like a spotlight is shining on everything that's happened today; on every action, every touch that Gojo's initiated. The way they hadn't discussed a proper strategy for how Suguru would leave from this place. The sudden realisation floods Suguru's brain and he stills, surprised.
"You-" He chokes, feeling a bizarre mixture of embarrassment and a certain sense of shyness. "You were-"
Gojo leans forward, and Suguru feels like a fish caught on a line, dangling and helpless, in the face of that heated gaze.
"Can I kiss you, Suguru?" It's a soft whisper, as though it's afraid of rejection.
Suguru breathes out shakily. This Gojo Satoru is almost ten years older than him. This Gojo Satoru is almost a stranger to Suguru, in all ways except for his face and his name.
"Yes," He says.
It's not like Suguru's never kissed anyone - heck, he's even lost his virginity recently to none other than his own universe's Gojo Satoru. But there's something that lights up all of his nerves when Gojo swipes his tongue over his mouth, probing, wet and heated. There's something about the way Gojo is so much bigger than Suguru, easily dwarfing him, like he can pin him to the bed and have his nasty way with Suguru if he wanted to.
Suguru gets lost in the sensation as they continue to kiss, time a distant concept as Gojo touches him, his deft fingers going under the silky pajamas top, his calloused hands rubbing Suguru everywhere.
He doesn't know when he's crawled on top of Gojo, straddling him as he mouths at Suguru's neck wetly, sucking at the juncture near his jaw. Suguru can feel himself getting hard, and he knows that Gojo is too, as he grinds his ass down against that huge bulge underneath him.
The way Gojo groans gives Suguru a heady sense of power; he's delighted to find himself capable of making Gojo produce those sounds, and so he does it, again and again.
He's almost bouncing up and down Gojo's dick at this point, separated by their clothes. Suguru attempts rubbing his ass against the entire hard length of Gojo's cock, up and down, until Gojo grabs his ass with both hands.
Gojo's hands are huge, and they're big enough to firmly grope Suguru's cheeks in each palm, squeezing hard. "You're a little slut," He whispers into Suguru's ear, as he fondles Suguru's ass. "Have you done this before? You look like you're experienced."
His fingers dip below the waistband, where they pull his pants and underwear down, exposing Suguru's ass to the air. Gojo squeezes each cheek again before he spreads them, opening them up to reveal Suguru's tight hole.
"I've only done this once or twice," Suguru admits, as Gojo's fingers rub against his entrance. His cock is rock hard and leaking precum already, creating a small wet patch between him and Gojo. "And they were with you." He gives Gojo a pointed look.
Gojo grins, apparently amused at the state Suguru's in. He reaches one hand to fumble at the drawer on the right side, drawing out a bottle of lube. "Is that right?" He says. "I hope I'll match up to your universe's Satoru."
He's slicking up his fingers, and then he's stretching Suguru out, slippery wet digits that thrust in and out of Suguru's hole, causing him to moan loudly. It's strange and exciting at the same time; Suguru's been fingered by his Satoru before, but this current Gojo Satoru's hands are bigger, and his fingers are thicker.
"You like being finger-fucked, huh," Gojo comments, as though he's making an observation about the weather. "Did your Satoru make you feel this good? Did your Satoru stretch you well and good, did he fill your hole this much?"
"Fuck," Suguru moans. "Your fingers, so thick - feels so good-"
He's rubbing his dick against Gojo now, almost shameless in all his horniness, his hole filled by Gojo's fingers repeatedly. Suguru knows that if Gojo fingers him a little more, he can most probably come, just like that.
As if he's hearing Suguru's thoughts, Gojo pulls out his fingers with a wet sound. Suguru almost whines when he feels his hole clenching around nothing, almost desperate to have that feeling of fullness return.
"Your hole is so horny and desperate," Gojo says, his tone mild despite his own hard cock rubbing against Suguru. "Look at that, I can see the way it tried to suck me back when I pulled my fingers out. Such a greedy little hole, for a greedy little whore. I guess you're still a slut, even across different universes."
Gojo lifts Suguru up, with no resistance at all, and it makes Suguru feel even hornier, knowing how he can overpower Suguru, at any point in time. He presses his hot cock against Suguru's hole, rubbing it at the entrance.
Even without it going in, Suguru can feel how big he is, and something like excitement builds in his stomach. He's curious to know how much of Gojo's cock he can take, how much his hole will be able to handle, being thrusted hard by that long hard length.
Suguru feels the moment the cock enters him; it's big, bigger than anything he's ever taken.
The girth of Gojo's fat cock is stretching him, and even with lube, Suguru's feeling the burn of the stretch. "You're going to break me," He says, his voice coming out in a high whine. "Your cock, it's too big, I'm going to break!"
Gojo doesn't heed Suguru's whines, and continues pressing in his cock until he bottoms out with a small grunt. "You're really tight," He says, his face scrunched up in concentration. "You're squeezing me so hard."
Suguru's not really listening to Gojo at this point; all he can think about is how his hole is swallowing the entirety of Gojo's huge dick, and how he's never felt this full in his entire life, stuffed full of cock.
To his surprise, however, Gojo suddenly reaches out and pulls him in for another kiss. It's almost romantic, Gojo's lips soft on Suguru's, as his cock twitches inside of him.
"You're so cute, Suguru," Gojo mumbles against his mouth. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, being filled by my cock. Do you like it, being this stuffed? Does your Satoru fill you the way I do? He's probably felt how tight you are, despite your slutty little self."
Suguru's eyes are bleary, too distracted by everything that's happening right now. "He's not - he's not as big as you," He gasps. "I like it, I like your cock, it's filling me so good."
He feels Gojo emitting self-satisfaction even without saying anything, wordlessly thrusting a little harder. "Is that right, baby? I'm happy you're happy," Gojo continues. "My cock is always here to please you. Why don't you try riding now? I think your hole is ready."
Suguru braces himself on his knees, grabbing a hold of Gojo's arms - and even his arms are lovely, well-toned muscles that Suguru loves grabbing.
He admits to himself that he doesn't have much experience in riding - and looking at Gojo who's watching him like he wants to eat him whole, Suguru's feeling a little nervous.
He bounces up and down experimentally, grinding up his ass this way and that, watching Gojo's reactions. When Gojo groans during a particularly deep thrust of his ass, Suguru knows what he likes, now.
Suguru flings his whole body weight up and down, as he feels Gojo's cock, a hot intrusion in his hole, pumping deep inside. He steadies his balance with his thighs, and continue this rhythm with deep bouncing thrusts.
"Fuck," Gojo says, his hands grabbing Suguru's ass tightly. "Fuck, you're riding me so hard, if you're not careful I might just come directly in your hole now."
"What's stopping you from doing that?" Suguru is panting, feeling a little hot from riding non-stop. "I know you're a pervert. A horny old pervert who already wanted to fuck me, when I first turned up at your apartment. It's not like I could do anything to stop you. Isn't this convenient for you, Gojo Satoru? You probably craved for a hole to fuck so bad that the universe brought me to you."
Suguru suddenly feels two arms grabbing him and lifting him in the air, and then he's flipped onto his front, his ass up on the bed. When he tries to turn back to look at Gojo, a hand grabs his neck tightly and turns it back, smushing his face into a pillow.
"I don't think bad little boys like you get to talk back to your elders," Gojo says, his voice hard. "Here you are, showing off your hole and ass to me, ready to receive my cum at anytime. I think you're just a little hypocrite. A little slut who can't even be honest with himself."
Gojo thrusts into Suguru with one hard shove, his cock smoothly entering him. "Look at that," Gojo says. "Even your hole - it was struggling to get me in five minutes ago, but now it's just gulping down my cock greedily."
Suguru's drooling into the pillow as he's getting pounded hard from behind, the slapping of his ass against Gojo's body loud and obscene as he fucks Suguru hard.
All he can think about is that his Satoru had never used him in such a debase way; taking him in a primal fashion, making Suguru feel as though he's just a hole to be used for Gojo's pleasure. And Suguru has never felt hornier than he currently is, getting fucked deeply by a man almost ten years his senior.
"You don't look like you're learning your lesson at all," Gojo says, as he slaps Suguru's ass, hard. "In fact, this looks like a reward for you, instead."
Then, Suguru's being hoisted up by his legs, supported by Gojo's arms as he's lifted in the air. He finds himself being carried into the living room, where Gojo stands next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Suguru can see the glittering city below, a sea of lights and buildings below them.
And against the glass, he makes eye contact with his own reflection, stark naked and lifted into the air, impaled upon Gojo's cock - which looks so thick, even when sheathed mostly within Suguru's body.
Gojo himself looks huge, next to Suguru, and seeing the size difference plainly in their joint reflection makes Suguru feel even more horny; he looks like Gojo's little boy toy, a small soft body to be used, a hole to be bred.
Suguru feels himself trembling - he barely recognises himself, his face flushed and sweaty, a wanton expression upon it. His nipples are hard and swollen; his cock, still hard and leaking, twitches at the sight of himself. Gojo was right. He really looks like a whore now.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Gojo asks, his voice against Suguru's ear. "Are you enjoying the way you look, my cock deep inside of you? Don't you like this position, where everyone can see you like this, exposed while getting fucked?" He bites Suguru's ear, his teeth digging in a little. "Answer me."
"I-" Suguru yelps when Gojo starts bouncing him, his arms moving Suguru's body like a rag doll. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm enjoying it, I love it, I love showing my cock and hole to everyone, I love seeing your cock inside me!"
The new position makes it feel like Gojo's cock can reach even deeper now, thrusting in and out of Suguru, his balls slapping against his ass.
"That's good," Gojo croons against his ear. "Tell me now, was I the only pervert today? Did you want to stop me at any point? Tell me now, and be honest."
"No - No," Suguru moans. It's like he's in a hazy dream, being split open by a thick, fat cock pumping in and out of him, as he watches himself, his mouth open and moaning, his cock hard and dribbling. "I wanted it, I wanted you to fuck me too, I was hoping - I was hoping you would force me-"
"I knew it," Gojo says. "Nasty, dirty little slut. I knew it, from the way you looked at me. You're not very subtle, baby. And I've known you for so long. I know how you look when you're craving for cock."
Suguru's moaning non-stop now, and he's starting to feel his orgasm build up inside him, a syrupy thick feeling deep in his belly. "Yes, yes, I saw how big you looked, I knew your cock would be big too, fuck me, fuck, I'm going to fucking come-"
"Come for me, baby," Gojo says. "I'm going to come too, I'm going to come inside your wet hole, I'm going to come inside your tight little body. Fuck, fucking little slut, I knew you wanted my cock. I'm coming, I'm coming now."
Hot cum is filling in Suguru, as Gojo thrusts in deeply, pressing his cock in as he comes hard. Suguru feels himself tipping over the edge as well, and he comes, spurting his cum all over the glass in front of him.
They're both breathing hard, their skin slicked from sweat. Gojo kisses the length of Suguru's neck, and his temple. "Did you like that, baby?" He murmurs into Suguru's hair.
He's pulling his dick out slowly, and Suguru can feel the way the cum immediately starts dripping out from his hole. "Yeah," He says tiredly. "I liked it. Can we clean up now?"
"Of course," Gojo says, and then he's pressing more kisses into Suguru's hair.
They fuck a few more times around the house; once on the kitchen island counter, where Gojo bends Suguru over and pumps hard in him; once in the bathroom, when they're both in the bathtub and Suguru gets on his hands and knees to receive Gojo's cock; once in Gojo's study room, where he sucks him under the table and then Gojo makes him ride him on the chair.
Suguru's never been this exhausted in his life, but at the same time, he's never felt such a deep sense of satisfaction before, thoroughly used and fucked by Gojo in every possible way.
"Do you know what people will say, if they saw the things that we're doing?" Gojo asks, as he fists his cock before Suguru's face.
Suguru, in the midst of opening his mouth to receive Gojo's cum, pauses a little. "What do you mean?"
"They'll think I'm a dirty old man," Gojo says, his hand not stopping as he pumps it up and down. "They'll think I corrupted you. That I led you astray, that I forced you to take my cock, in some way. Because I'm so much older than you."
Suguru smiles a little. "Does that bother you? I think you like it, even. You like the idea of being a horny old pervert, right, Daddy?"
Gojo groans. "Fuck, you'll be the death of me. Ask me to give you my cum."
Suguru tilts his face up obediently again, his eyes half-closed. "Daddy, Daddy give me your cum," He says, in a cajoling tone. "Haven't I been a good little boy now, your good little slut? I've been good and obedient, so feed me your cum now, please."
"Fuck, fuck, baby I'm coming, I'm going to come all over your pretty slutty little face, fuck." Hot cum shoots out and coats Suguru's face again. He's honestly lost track of how many times they've done it - everything is blending together in a whole mess of cum and orgasms.
As they lie in the afterglow, Gojo turns to Suguru. "Does it really not bother you?" He asks.
Suguru raises an eyebrow, unwilling to move from his spot. "If it had bothered me, you wouldn't even be able to come near me in the first place," He says. "I've let you come in me so many times it's a miracle I'm not pregnant yet."
Gojo laughs a little, but Suguru can tell there's still something bothering him. "...And what about your Satoru? Wouldn't he miss you...if you don't return?"
"We're not dating, if that's what you're trying to ask," Suguru says. "He's my best friend, and of course I'll miss him if I don't ever see him again."
He feels Gojo deflate slightly next to him. "So, you'll want to-"
"That being said," Suguru interrupts, "You look like you need me here more than him. We can think of a solution, together. Aren't you supposed to be the greatest sorcerer, of all time?"
Gojo presses his face into the crook of Suguru's neck. "Yeah," He says, his laugh a little watery. "Alright."
Suguru runs a hand through the messy white hair, smoothening it down. "It's going to be okay," He says. "We'll figure something out."
He doesn't notice the way Gojo smiles secretly against his hair, a sly little smile.