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Gojo Satoru was the strongest. That was what he was told all his life. And at some point, somewhere in time he had started believing it. But he did have one weak point. Geto Suguru. And he thought there was no point denying it. Especially now, when he was towering out of him, holding him by the chin while Gojo was pathetically humping his leg.
“Yeah, Satoru? You like that? You like humping my leg like a little bitch?” Gojo whined at that. His eyes were watering behind the blindfold.
“Cant even form words now, huh. Pathetic.” He tilted his head further up, gripping him harder by the jaw. He leaned down so that his moth was only centimeters away from Gojo's.
“How would you feel if everyone saw you like this? Saw the almighty,perfect Gojo Satoru, clawing at my crotch and salivating like a bitch in heat. Me, the worst curse user?”
“Please.. Please Geto” Suguru lightened his grip slightly and leaned back over and looked at him, as if observing.
“Use your words Satoru. I know you can do it.” He released Gojo's face, which threw him off balance. His hand desperately gripped the side of Geto's pants.
“Come on now, be a good boy for me. Tell me what you want.”
“Suguru.. Please fuck me. I need it so bad pleasepleasepl-” Geto started begging and whimpering, his hips grinding more frantic than before, desperate for more friction.
“That wasn't so hard now was it?” Geto looked at his eyes and Gojo felt as if he could actually see them through the blindfold.
Then abruptly, he fisted a hand in Gojo's hair and pulled him up roughly. Now he could feel Geto's controlled breath and piercing gaze as intensely as ever. He felt a hit of embarrassment at his state. He was utterly pathetic like this. His whole body was running hot and he desperately needed some sort of friction again.
“Not backing out now, are you Satoru?” Geto's voice broke through his thoughts and he instinctively looked back up.
“No no, no of course not why-”
“Then why are you looking away from me. You come at my door begging me to fuck you and then you start disobeying me.” Geto pulled his hair back so that Gojo was arching into him. “That won’t do, won’t it? So now tell me, slut, if you really want my cock or not. Otherwise you're more than free to leave.”
“No Geto, no I'm really sorry, of course i wanted, want to. Im sorry please ill do anything you want please just..” Gojo trailed off as his hands started grabbing the sides of Geto’s shirt, and his eyes started to tear up.
“Now, that's more like it.” He released Gojo’s hair just as suddenly as he had grabbed it, causing the man to lose his balance for a second. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
Gojo didn't even hesitate and quickly got rid of his uniform and his pants, leaving only his boxers on and throwing the rest on a pile on the floor. When he was done he looked up and saw that the other was still fully dressed and at that he raised his brow. He felt way too exposed in comparison. But before he could say anything about it Suguru spoke:
“Well? Why are your boxers still on? Do you want me to fuck you through them? Or are you too embarrassed to show me how hard you got just from a little bit of dry humping?”
Gojo looked back down at his boxers and then slowly took them off and threw ham atop the pile. Then before he could do anything else Geto was pushing him on the bed, spreading his legs. The rub of the fabric was weirdly satisfying on Gojo's skin. An arm travelled down his torso, exploring every part of him it touched, until he reached his v-line where he paused. Gojo looked up to Suguru’s face to see what was going on and was met with a stone cold stare. He felt goosebumps all over and his dick involuntarily twitched.
“Suguru? What's going on?” His voice trembled a bit as he furrowed his brows.
He didn't get a response, instead Geto flipped him on his stomach and pushed him down again. HIs face was buried in a pillow and his blindfold shifted to the side a bit. It was starting to get a lot. The feeling of his body being so easily manipulated made him more aroused than he'd ever admit and the way he was being so easily overpowered made him shut off a part of his brain. He didn't know if he wanted this ever to end.
The next thing he felt was cold spreading at his hole and he hissed at the sudden feeling. He must've missed when Geto had taken the lube from the nightstand. But instead of the expected feeling of two big fingers stretching him open he felt a sharp pain over his ass as Geto slapped him.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear any complaints. Didn't you want this?”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir” He felt his face blush as he whimpered out his response.
“Good boy.” Geto purred and Satoru didn't need his six eyes to feel the smirk on his lips.
He turned his head back just in time to see his fingers pushing past his hole. He groaned loudly as he felt the nice stretch of his fingers open him up. He could never get tired of this part. No matter how tentative or rough Geto got, he loved being opened up. And it was all the better that he knew exactly what he was doing. The way he thrusted and twisted his fingers made Satoru whine and whimper, six days till sunday.
When Suguru made it to four fingers, Gojo was already close to cumming. But the annoying part was he was sure that Suguru was avoiding his prostate on purpose. He was so close, but could not bring himself over the edge. And with his cock left completely untouched the thought seemed impossible.
“Suguru..”
Geto’s fingers came to a stop. “Mmm? Whats that? Do you want something?”
“More, please i need more” Satoru slurred, trying to make his brain to form thoughts.
“Is that any way to ask for something? I think you can do better than that, whore.” Geto scissored his fingers, punctuating his question.
“Please, sir. I need it. Need you so bad. Need you to fuck me so bad i only know your name. Please, please i need your cock so badly. It’s all i can think about. Please ill be so good. So good for you, sir.” Gojo got out, but not before he was slapped again.
“That desperate huh? Youre so cockdrunk and i still havent even fucked you properly. But since you asked so nicely..” Gojo whined as he felt Suguru's fingers leaving him. He felt so empty as his jole clenched around nothing. But his disappointment was quickly replaced by anticipation when he heard Geto unzip himself. He almost drooled at the thought. He was finally getting what he wanted, what he needed.
“I love this, you know Satoru? I love ruining you. I love seeing you fall apart beneath me. I love the way you wet that stupid blindfold for me.” Geto slid his cock between his cheeks as he talked. “I love how desperate you get. So hungry for my cock. I could kill half the world and you’d still come crawling back on your hands and knees at my feet. You’re so pathetic for me Satoru.”
And with that statement he finally pushed into Gojo and bottomed out in one thrust. Satoru couldn't do much but moan. Geto stayed for a few moments letting him adjust to the fullness and then he pulled back and started thrusting, setting a brutal pace. He moved one of his hands from Gojos back to his hair, and pushed him further into the pillow. The other grabbed at his hip to keep him somewhat stabilised. He kept at his pace silently until he felt Satoru's knees buckle and tremble slightly under him. He was so focused until now Gojo looked entirely fucked out, his mouth half open and drooling as punched out whines escaped it.
He slowed down a bit so he could catch his breath and then spoke.
“You look gorgeous, Satoru. So blissed, split omen on my cock. Bet you’d let me do anything right now if I just came to you, right?” He set a slower pace but still thrusting deep enough to hit his prostate with each movement. “You would look so good like that. My come dripping out of your asshole while your own cock is left untouched. I could do that and just make you jerk yourself off. And I wouldn't care, because who would for such a pathetic little bitch like you, huh?”
What came out of Gojo's mouth was presumably some negations and pleading, unintelligible really, but Suguru knew what he meant.
“No? You think you deserve to come? Yeah? Prove it to me.” He didn't need to say anything more apparently because before he knew it Gojo was fucking himself back on Getos cock.
He couldn't keep a good rhythm but he seemed to genuinely be trying so Suguru decided to spare him and curved a hand around and took his cock in hand. It only took him a few strokes and Gojo came underneath him with a pathetic moan. He completely stopped his thrusting, body falling limb. Geto however picked up his old pace again and railed him hard into the mattress. At one point Gojo turned back with a wince, arms flailing back at him to stop.
“Oh what is it?” Gojo whined unintelligibly and tilted his head down. Geto got the gist and grinned wide.
“Is your little cock overstimulated mm? Well not my fault you came so early. Now you just have to be good enough to make me cum and it'll be over.”
At that Gojo clenched around him and tipped Geto over the edge. He stilled his hips and came deep inside Gojo.
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They laid in silence for a while, both coming down from their highs, at one point Geto slowly sliding out of Gojo, both grunting at the emptiness. A few minutes after Gojo got up to clean himself up, the other choosing to continue laying in bed, one hand sprawled across his face. When Satoru came back and started picking up his clothes, he sat up and watched as he got dressed. He wished he could ask him to stay. He wanted to hold him in his hand and cradle him until they fell asleep. But they both knew all too well that none of that was possible. So they didn't say anything.
When Gojo was done buttoning his uniform he looked up at Geto and held his gaze. He slid his blindfold up, and for the first time that night he looked at him. They stayed like that for what felt like a whole lifetime. The weight of the words unspoken that that look gave didn’t go unnoticed. The air was heavy when Gojo turned his back and left through the door. They wouldn't speak of it. They never did.