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They’re an image of debauchery, a painting of sin in soft glow with brushstrokes so intimate they are lewd. From Suguru’s vantage, golden candlelight sways over Shoko’s back and haloes the points where his thumbs divot her hips. Over the gentle curve of her shoulder, he meets Satoru’s lagoon blues, unfocused and watery with pleasure as the two embrace before him like tender lovers. In her arms, his body drips with wealth: cream-colored silk atop his head, exotic, white feathers framing his eyes, garnet spit settled on his lips, and sweat beading over his chest in tawny pearls. Those feather lashes flutter shut as the one behind him pushes deep. With his august size, Sukuna looms over their love, his fiendish grip indicating violence if not violation. He wears an incubus smile as he takes and takes, and Suguru cranes his neck to admire those smoldering eyes and that unusual skin where hell licked him.
As Satoru releases a wanton moan, the three of them move to caress him, and Suguru’s heart fills with airiest fluff. This is all he wants, all he ever wanted — such beauty and Satoru so, so, so held.
Overcome with a need to be close, he holds Shoko’s hips and grinds until she moans into Satoru’s mouth and pulses around Suguru in a wet embrace that makes his toes bunch over the hardwood.
“Fuck. Getting close,” she rushes out, “Getting so close.”
Satoru moves a hand to her soaked pussy, and she gets louder at first, but then tightens up, letting out a little groan. Satoru must be overeager again. Most times, he’s not gentle or patient enough for women — he needs guidance and Suguru is happy to provide. He moves a hand between them, over Satoru’s clumsy fingers.
“Gentle, my Sato.” He coaxes Satoru to move his fingers slow and light over her clit.
“Oh fuck!” Her thighs quake and that hot grip develops a rhythm over Suguru’s length. She’s cum once over Satoru’s tongue, but Suguru wants to feel her around him. He’s been holding himself back to accomplish that shared pleasure. Let her fall over the peak drag him from his own threshold.
He breathes deep, they’re so close, a few beats away.
Sukuna leans over Satoru and over Shoko. With his lips to her crown, he demands, “Cum for us, pretty girl.”
“Oh fuck,” she whispers high into the air.
Her legs shake once again, and Suguru joins her in sweltering bliss. His ears ring with the force of his orgasm, but gradually, he makes out the sound of Satoru and Shoko moaning, their voices tangled into one.
“Suku, Suku please, one more,” Satoru whispers.
Suguru’s face lifts into a tight-lipped smile as he and Shoko ride out the last of their high. Satoru will regret it; he always does. He despairs over his greed in the aftermath, but he's so pretty in pain and tears that Suguru can't help but encourage him with a soft smile and gentle touch. Shoko and Suguru groan as he pulls out, but they remain there, hands on Satoru as he unravels.
“You want it, baby?” Sukuna teases.
“Need…”
A dark laugh breaks against Satoru’s nape. “No, you don’t.” Sukuna punctuates with a harsh thrust that evokes a full-body shudder from that trembling form.
With the most peaceful expression, Shoko reaches up to pull Sukuna down for a kiss as Satoru grips harder onto her for support.
Satoru breaks in seconds. “Please!” he shouts between. “Please, please. I promise I need it.”
Sukuna laughs again, the rumble reaching deep into Suguru’s chest to wind around his heartstrings. “Alright, I’ll indulge you, baby. Since you’re begging so nice…” Sukuna envelopes half of Satoru’s cock as he wraps a hand around the head, and Satoru screams so loud even Suguru’s taken aback.
There’s a bright harmony as Sukuna’s bass joins Satoru’s tenor, the blessed sound inspiring Suguru’s softening dick to drip with the last of his orgasm.
Labored pants fill the room as the four of them come down from their euphoria, and with languid ease, the shared embrace is broken. Sukuna tilts Suguru’s head back to lick his bottom lip and join their mouths together in a lazy entwining. Massive hands thread through Suguru’s hair; his chest fills with unnamable lightness as he’s guided to his tip toes.
Shoko is the first to recover, cupping Satoru’s face and kissing with indomitable passion. For his part, Satoru has been thoroughly fucked into submission. Following her lead in every movement, he murmurs and moans against her lips.
When she pulls away she rests her forehead against his. “You’re so pretty,” she confesses. “I’m going to take you, pretty boy.”
Satoru makes a low sound, a ‘huh?’ without any consonants.
“Satoru, we told you tonight would be long and slow,” Suguru says.
“You didn’t think that was it, did you, baby?” Sukuna prods.
“Shoko brought a bit of a surprise for you. For all of us really, since I haven’t seen it either.”
As it dawns on him what’s being implied, Satoru’s brows furrow and a quiet plea escapes the petal trap of his lips.
“I left my bag in the living room,” she says.
Suguru traces over the sides of her arms and assures he'll help. Following her down their wood box hall, past monstera and modern sculptures, he watches her hips sway with her particular easy confidence.
Why the fuck haven’t they done this before?
She bends to her duffle to pick up the strap, keeping her ass up for his viewing pleasure. When she shows off the toy, though, her expression is too joyous for that sultry brand of seduction. She had said the toy was the novelty variety, but Suguru still hadn’t expected something so exotic. The toy was just bigger than Sukuna, which meant it was as long as her forearm and thick as her bicep, but what intrigues him most is the shape, the bright red silicon molded to resemble a large scorpion tail.
Suguru kneels to assist her with the straps. In that moment, the living room is a whole different world: Neptunian to the bedroom’s Martian red. The moon scatters sapphire light throughout, and the various lights of the skyline resemble rectangular sea creatures floating in dark waters. As he laves her thighs with licks and kisses, the color and quiet of the deep ocean fills the space. With the strap secured, hanging to right above her knees, he squeezes her ass and looks up to find excitement twinkling in her deep brown eyes.
Wordlessly, he follows behind as she returns to the room. There they find Satoru held in Sukuna’s arms. Rose lips mumble weak protestations as Sukuna pacifies his fears and kneads comfort into his soft flesh.
Satoru turns to them with open, violable uncertainty, and Suguru swallows, feeling that light cotton return to his chest. He swallows hard, clearing his throat to ask, “You want him on his knees? On the bed?”
“You tall fucks will have to keep him spread low,” Shoko says.
“That's okay. We'll figure it out.”
Sukuna smiles over at Suguru. “I’ll hold you. You hold him.”
Shoko approaches the bed, holding and stroking the strap as she saunters over. With an eager smile, she pats the mattress before her. “Come on, Toru. I’m sure you know what to do.”
With an unmistakable hint of reluctance in the lines of his face, Satoru moves to his elbows. “Can’t you see I’m just fucking tired,” he grumbles.
“I told you, that’s your own fault, little rabbit,” Sukuna scolds.
Suguru gets on the bed between Satoru and Sukuna, his dick waving in front of Satoru’s face when Sukuna comes up behind him to caress Suguru’s sides. Satoru releases a string of curses as Suguru adjusts him, pushing his ass down and picking him up beneath the arms so he’s nearly in the splits and teetering off balance, reliant on Suguru to keep him up.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Shoko says, petting over Satoru’s back and spilling lube over the dildo.
Satoru looks at Suguru with a silent plea, big, doe eyes brimming with emotion.
Sukuna chuckles and, reaching over Suguru’s shoulder, boops Satoru on the nose. “Don’t give us that look. This is what you’re for, baby.”
Part of Suguru wants to be softer with Satoru, take his time to give a little more affection and encouragement, but Sukuna is right. Suguru enjoys bottoming, but he’s not even on the same plane as Satoru. Satoru with his inextricable, fae nature both returns to the primal and ascends to the celestial in sex. Satoru will beg like an animal in heat before singing with the angel’s choir. Satoru will snarl and drool from the very first breach then knock his head back like he’s joining God at the apex.
“Sugu- can’t-” he whimpers.
Suguru almost believes him. His cock is soft and dripping wet. It looks exhausted. Satoru looks exhausted. But Suguru knows him better than that. Satoru’s thighs tremble in fatigue but also in expectation. Suguru rubs a palm between those legs right against his tired balls and Satoru spreads himself even further, sticking his ass out as Shoko lines herself up behind him.
“You’ll do as much as we want, Satoru. And don’t forget, Shoko’s our guest. She’s wanted your ass for a long time, so be good.”
“On your best behavior.” Sukuna punctuates by gripping Satoru’s hair in warning. “Between the three of us, how long do you think we could go on playing with you, or punishing you?”
He whimpers again as she puts the toy against his hole.
“Suguru says you cry when it gets good,” she whispers. “When it’s too much. Or when it’s too little. That’s what I want to see.”
Satoru bites his lip, and worry creases his face cutely.
That soft, flexible point enters him, and the sensation alone is enough that he opens his mouth in a silent moan.
“Hold me, baby,” Suguru says, “We’ve got you. We’ve all got you.”
Satoru nods, latching himself tighter around Suguru’s shoulders while Sukuna holds them both in his warm embrace, petting Satoru’s hair as he plants slow kisses against Suguru’s neck.
Sure enough, Satoru shivers as Shoko eases in. Her slender hands find Satoru’s ass, spreading his cheeks to watch him accommodate the girth. About halfway, Satoru begins to bite his lip and shake his head in a subtle protest against his body's overwhelm, and as she settles flush against him, he moans behind his pressed lips until a trickle of blood seeps from where his canine bites into bright pink flesh.
“Silly boy,” Sukuna says. “You’re already hurting yourself trying to hold it in.”
She smirks as she nudges the toy deeper. “Too much already, Satoru?”
“How harsh,” Sukuna notes with a laugh, “He already came once on your fingers and once on me. And I’m no easy ride either.”
Satoru opens his mouth to agree or protest, but Shoko gives her first proper thrust, and the sound morphs into a strangled moan. Satoru’s tenuous control falls away like an overdry sandcastle. For a beat, there’s that charming lip wobble and a heavy, pleading look, and with one more good thrust, he bursts into tears. He sobs into Suguru’s chest as she fucks into him, gentler than Sukuna but far from gentle.
“Please no,” he starts. “No more.”
“He’s just being fussy,” Suguru says as though apologizing for a misbehaving child.
Shoko raises an eyebrow but keeps pushing into him. Realizing she won’t stop, Satoru goes into full-blown tantrum mode. He bucks away from her, sliding partway off that silicone cock.
She pauses, but Suguru’s learned to be ruthless with this. Because this is what Satoru truly needs. He grips Satoru’s hips and forces them back over her, to the hilt. Sobbing louder, Satoru jabs the heel of his palm over Suguru’s shoulder in a fit before pushing at his arm weakly.
She knows there’s a safeword of course, but she doesn’t seem eager to drive into him again, instead grinding there and observing them with an impartial curiosity.
Suguru loves the performance of nonconsent in these outbursts, but he also knows his beloved, unruly Satoru has more complicated feelings. Suguru suspects these fits are more honest than mere play. Satoru’s emotions are in too much of a flurry, and the different aspects of himself must be in a tussle. It’s Satoru’s impulsive side shouting “No,” “Please,” “Stop,” to stave off the temporary discomfort, but the truer, more solid parts of him understand his need to be owned and used until the discomfort blooms into deep pleasure.
Gingerly, Sukuna lifts Satoru’s wrists, lifts them high so he’s left dangling with his head pushed into Suguru’s pecs. “Calm now,” Sukuna says. “Whose are you?”
“Yours,” Satoru cries. “Yours and Sugu’s!”
Shoko bites her lip and picks up pace as she watches their intimate display.
“That’s right. You’re ours,” Sukuna continues, “And even if you’re tired and sore and you can’t cum from your pretty, soft cock, we’re letting her fuck you, and you’ll let her fuck you because we say so.” Satoru whimpers but Sukuna cuts him off straight away. “Even if you fuss and cry through all of it, we’ll keep you right here.”
Satoru sniffles and falls into quieter sobs. “Sugu,” he pleads.
Suguru hushes and runs comforting hands down Satoru’s back. “Settle, baby.”
And Satoru does. As if falling under hypnotic command, Satoru obeys.
This is what Satoru needs. Suguru knows it, Sukuna knows it, maybe even Shoko knows it. As Satoru cries and rests against Suguru’s chest in profound, irretrievable defeat, he is a paragon of self-actualization, enlightenment.
“That’s right. Look at me,” Shoko whispers.
Satoru adjusts himself so his slick cheek presses into Suguru’s chest. Sukuna still has him, arms held high in a punishing position, but he must sense the rejuvenated compliance as he lowers Satoru’s arms to rest over Suguru’s shoulders and wraps his thick hands around Suguru’s hips.
“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry…” Satoru pleas. “I’ll be good like this.”
“We know you will,” Suguru answers.
“You will,” she murmurs, “I knew you’d turn sweet and subby.” She lets out a long, happy breath. Suguru knows that softness in her shoulders and ease of her breath, as relaxed as she is at the end of a smoke break. She alters her pace into one teeming with sensuality. Staying deep, she holds Satoru’s waist with one arm and lays the other up along with Satoru’s, over the back of Suguru’s neck for leverage.
Before long, Satoru sniffles and all those sobs turn to weeping.
Sukuna’s warm, heavy cock prods Suguru’s lower back, right where the small of his waist would be if he weren’t built so stocky.
It’s a shameful thing, but at times Sukuna’s cock intimidates him. Suguru is by no means small and neither is Satoru, but there's good reason Satoru refers to it as a relentless beast. Sukuna’s appendage is huge and drooling, outfitted with an upswinging curve that’s more frightening than attractive. And then there’s Sukuna’s stamina to contend with. He was buried in Satoru for the greater part of an hour and he has yet to cum. Whenever Suguru imagines taking it, he’s filled with both erotic curiosity and fear, every bit the virginal maiden to Sukuna’s Carmilla.
As though answering his thoughts, Sukuna runs his teeth up Suguru’s neck, and Suguru melts into it because Sukuna would never puncture in any way Suguru doesn’t want. “Let me fuck your thighs, my beauty,” Sukuna whispers.
Parting his legs and arching his back in invitation, Suguru looks down as Sukuna slides between his legs. That large mushroom head slides against his balls, and a drop of precum trickles from Suguru’s tip as he clings tighter to Satoru in front of him.
Sukuna’s heady voice tickles Suguru’s ear, “Hold me just a little tighter, baby.”
In response, Satoru whimpers and shudders for the two of them. Though the words weren’t meant for him, Sukuna’s voice affects Satoru down to his core.
As Suguru adjusts himself, Sukuna lets out a satisfied rumble. From there, he tests the pace until he finds one that inspires him to growl in Suguru’s ear. In few, short moments, Suguru’s moaning lightly not from any physical pleasure but from pure intimacy in the way Sukuna’s body presses against his. He closes his eyes to listen to those pleasured grunts and the sweet sound of Satoru’s torment — quiet moans breaking through unguarded weeping.
“Good boy,” Shoko whispers. “Taking me so good.”
Caught in a submissive delirium, Satoru moans, “Deep…”
“I bet it is, pretty boy,” she taunts. “Where do you feel me? Deep in your ass? All the way in your tummy?”
Satoru groans but appears far from words, cheeks scorched and eyes hazy.
Taking it upon himself to provide a satisfying answer, Suguru takes her by the hand, kisses her knuckles, and places her palm over Satoru’s stomach.
“Oh fuck. I can feel it.” Reverence shades her voice. “I’m halfway up your body, and you’re just taking it.”
Suguru’s hand remains over hers; he follows as she moves across Satoru’s stomach and lightly massages the space where the dildo ends.
Regaining hold of Satoru’s shoulders and moving to watch the show play out over Satoru’s blushing face, Suguru catches the moment when Satoru’s eyes fly open in panic. He shakes his head wildly, fearfully.
“Oh fuck, that face…” Sukuna moans behind him. “You gonna cum again? You really gonna cum again?”
Satoru shakes his head harder, but the answer is clear. With that, Sukuna reaches down to Suguru’s thighs to press the flesh together and chase his release. Suguru’s dick is barely hard again but he moans at the sensation of precum dripping down his cock as Sukuna uses him.
Sukuna whispers, “Be good and cum, Sato. Be good and try to cum with me.”
Before them, Satoru shuts his eyes tight, squeezing the remaining tears from his lashes so they slide down his face in a glimmering sheet. As if in disbelief, Satoru’s still shaking his head, fighting the sensation.
With his head bowed, Sukuna breathes heavy over Suguru’s shoulder and finally grunts as he cums, warmth dripping over Satoru’s balls and down Suguru’s thighs, and in response, Satoru falls apart in utter silence. His mouth opens in a scream as he trembles head to toe. The shaking goes on so long, Suguru has time to wonder if he is truly cumming dry, but in the end all Satoru releases are tears and a glassy string of drool. Suguru gives up all attempts trying to look at him, instead pulling him close and cradling the back of his head as he goes quivery, rather than shaking to pieces.
“That’s right, what a good one,” Shoko says as she gives few, final thrusts.
“All done,” Suguru whispers. “All done.”
Shoko rubs over his ass and thighs as she slowly, carefully pulls out. “Good boy,” she consoles over and over.
As soon as Satoru’s free, he collapses on Suguru. They go down like sluggish dominoes, Suguru falls back into the pillows, aided by Sukuna’s guiding hands. Shoko perches on the end of the bed to catch her breath as the men in her life huddle up near the pillows. Shoko’s never been the touchy feely type, but Suguru has to laugh when she heads to the door without looking back.
“That was great, but I need to clean up,” she announces.
Sure enough, without any desire for cuddles or sweet nothings, she cleans the strap as best she can in their bathroom sink.
By the time the three of them head in, Shoko’s in the shower washing her hair, keeping quiet. Satoru’s still shaky and silent. Suguru’s core knows that in that moment, Satoru and Suguru are needy for each other — in need of one another — so Suguru decides to join Satoru in his bath, letting Sukuna take the shower with Shoko.
As soon as Sukuna moves through that glass door, there’s a loud, wet slap, Sukuna slapping her ass. “A dick looks good on you,” he says with a chuckle.
Suguru feels himself smiling and smiling, and when he looks down at Satoru who’s just entered the tub, Satoru’s watching the steamed glass and smiling too. Dutiful to his hair routine, Suguru puts his mane up in a claw clip before lowering himself into the inviting warmth. The tub is a large, Western style, but it’s still a tight space. He needs to take time to adjust, but when he does he settles comfortably, taking in Satoru’s pensive face.
“You need some quiet time, baby?” Suguru asks.
Satoru nods.
“Take your time. You did so good tonight.”
Satoru rests his head on the edge of the tub and pouts with his cheeks puffed out.
“Hey…” Suguru caresses the side of his face, tilting Satoru’s head so he’s looking him in the eyes. “Don’t be too hard on yourself for fussing like that. You did well in the end. We know it’s a lot. It’s okay if you get overwhelmed sometimes and you know you can always-” Suguru’s stopped in his tracks by Satoru's poisonous glare. Satoru hates to be reminded of his safeword, insisting he’s not stupid and it’s not like he forgets it. “Okay.” Suguru sighs. “But it’s okay that you get overwhelmed sometimes. We’ll be there for you if you want to carry through it.” He can’t help but smile again. “Little trooper.”
Satoru doesn’t seem to want to look at him after that, but Suguru takes it in stride. He spends his time scrubbing over each of Satoru’s lithe limbs. Then, paying special attention to Satoru’s hair, he lets the shampoo bubble into a comedic clown wig before rinsing it into the bathwater.
The only indication that Satoru desires any sort of care is when Suguru sits back on his own side of the tub, and Satoru, without looking, takes his hand and holds it for the remainder of their bath, long past when Suguru’s hand goes numb from his wrist being propped on the ceramic.
When the water turns tepid, Suguru lets it drain around Satoru and gets up to collect some robes and microfiber towels. As the bath empties, Shoko and Sukuna emerge from the shower as a pair. Twisting a towel above her head, Shoko approaches with raised brows. “Woah… We actually made him quiet.”
“Try not to tease too harshly. You'll ruin his come down.”
Shoko squats down to Satoru's level to play with a wet strand of hair. “Alright, I won't be too mean. You really were so good.” She looks up at Suguru with an easy smile. “Anything I can do?”
Suguru glances down at him; vulnerability comes off Satoru’s skin in lazy coils alongside the steam. Every time after, Suguru takes it upon himself to make sure Satoru’s material needs are met: water and a snack, the proper pajamas and soft enough blankets, sleep. “Just…” He tries to think of the right word, one that Shoko would understand. “Affection. Be gentle with him.”
Satoru scoffs but says nothing.
“I can do that,” she answers brightly. Her smile is that of a little kid who’s just been given permission to play with another’s new toy. She grabs the microfiber from the edge of the tub and drapes the towel over his head. “You’re not hurt, right?” she asks.
“Sore...” Satoru drawls. “But it’s like… exercising real hard. ‘M not hurt. I just… don’t really wanna talk…”
“That’s okay. I’m just going to help you wind down.”
With that, she musses the fabric over his hair, and Suguru lets her voice fall into the background as he heads into the kitchen.
Sukuna is already there lounging in the living room with his towel wrapped over his waist.
“No wet towels on the couch,” Suguru chuffs.
As Sukuna rises from the sofa, he shoots Suguru a smirk. “You know I just do it to try to get some attention.”
“Great,” Suguru mutters, “Now you’re just flaunting it.”
Sukuna smiles wide, removing the towel to reveal his soft but impressive dick as if to say “I have this to flaunt as well.” Regrettably, it is striking enough to shut Suguru up. “I’ll put some boxers on,” Sukuna says, kissing the dark pate of Suguru’s head as he passes.
While Suguru prepares their bowls of fruit, Shoko and Satoru make their way to the bedroom as well, and before long, there’s quiet laughter and the hum of a small crowd buzzing through the halls. The remainder of the evening is lazy — spent with Suguru, Shoko, and Sukuna on the couch and Satoru draped over them in various shapes as he watches tv.
By the time Shoko stretches and announces it’s her time to head home, the sky has been marinating in darkness for several hours.
“You know you can always use our guest room,” Sukuna says, knowing she has no desire to stay in their bed. And it’s true, she has used their guest room several times before, usually when she and Suguru are too drunk to navigate to her apartment.
“I told you, I don’t do overnights,” she shoots back.
Sukuna shrugs. “Alright, then. Enjoy the December out there.”
“I’ll help you with your things at least,” Suguru says.
Once they gather her bags and reach the genkan, Suguru tries to pour the sincerity in his voice. “Why haven’t we done this before?” he asks.
“Because you two are idiots, moon-eyed idiots who don’t really get anything other than your corn-syrup romances.”
“So you don’t like us, but you always wanted to sleep with us?”
“‘Like’ — you sound like a middle schooler. Aren’t you accustomed to pseudo-anonymous affairs by now? You don’t need to be in love with someone to sleep with them.”
“But we do love you. Doesn’t that make it different?”
She smiles crookedly; she always has such a sharp look when she smiles. She’s far from humble about her intelligence, but it gives the impression she knows even more than she lets on. “Okay, Suguru. But it’s not the same as me, not the same form. What matters is we care for each other, right?”
He answers by drawing her into a hug and resting his forehead against her crown.
“Satoru says you’re spending New Year’s at the Gojo compound,” she accuses in a tone so harsh he backs off a little.
“House,” Suguru corrects. “It’s just a house.”
“Compound. There’s a fucking moat.”
“It’s a canal.”
She makes no indication of being swayed.
“Yeah,” Suguru sighs.
She huffs and leans in so her breasts press against him. “Honestly, I hope they eat you alive.”
There’s really not much he can say to that.
“Are all three of you going?” she asks with a raised brow.
Feeling his awkward smile take shape on his face, Suguru nods.
“What the fuck, Suguru?”
“It wasn’t my proposal. And it wasn’t Sukuna’s either.”
Her voice dips low. “You know he’s just doing this to make them mad. And it will work, and he’ll be even more hurt about it.”
“I’m not going to say we won’t be there for him. Not if he wants us to go.”
“He doesn’t want to go at all!” she hisses.
“He should be with his family. At least every once in a while… I can’t make him cut ties with them.”
She sighs, letting her full weight drape against him. “I don’t know why I even try. You’re both stubborn as shit stains… I hope Sukuna knows what he’s in for.”
“I’ve warned him as much as I can…”
“I really hope they eat you alive.”
“Thanks,” he deadpans. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”
She backs away just far enough to look him in the eyes. “Just cause we’re fucking now, you don’t think I can take care of myself? Or what? That your dick has made my frail, feminine body so weak I can’t possibly walk on my own?”
“Fine, I get it.” Though sex makes him protective of everyone he tops, he understands. Every street and alleyway between their apartments is quiet and safe and she’s made the trip dozens if not hundreds of times.
When he looks back down, her brows are pinched in concern. “Is it childish if I say this isn’t fair? To him, I mean.”
He looks at the floor, so bashful and unsure he no longer feels like an adult either. “He’ll be okay…”
“I’ll be checking in,” she says.
He loves her for that. Maybe not in the same way he loves Satoru or Sukuna, but he does.
Without another glance, Shoko heads into the small, ornamented space between their genkan and the elevator door
When Suguru returns to the living room, Satoru is sat on Sukuna’s lap, leaning his head against that broad chest. They speak low and intimate, just above a whisper.
“Daddy, did I do good?” His cheeks are painted deep pink. He’s been quiet for the past couple hours, holding back words because the first ones he wants are those meant only for them: Mommy, Daddy.
Sukuna pets Satoru’s hair. “Of course, sweet boy.”
“You did so well,” Suguru assures. “Now it’s time for bed.” If pressed, he’ll say Satoru must be tired, Satoru needs his rest, Suguru’s just looking after Satoru’s health and his career. And he will tuck Satoru in with gentleness, forehead kisses, and an earnest effort to guide him to easy dreams, but truly, it’s Suguru who needs the sleep.