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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌, utterly transfixed by the way he glowed —- the way he knew, just by how Satoru squirmed, that his heart was racing.  Was Suguru the first person he told about his preferences?  Perhaps, judging by his reaction… but the curse user knew in every fiber of his being that there was something else going on here, too.

Once Suguru’s hands had been atop Satoru’s, grasping, and pulling them away from his perfect, porcelain skin, he knew that this wasn’t just some act —-- much less something that could be whittled down to embarrassment.  No, no… this was so much more.

…Satoru had feelings for him, didn’t he?  That would explain the heightened nerves, and a demeanor so flustered and overwrought that he worried Satoru might just straight up collapse from the shock of it all.  Suguru couldn’t have predicted this, even with the experience he had in navigating relationships; whether platonic, romantic, or even physical —-- suddenly, he wanted to kick himself for not noticing it sooner.  

Suguru let his hands fall back into his own lap as Satoru abruptly turned away from him.  Perhaps he had moved too quickly, reaching out to caress his cheek like that.  It had been such a natural reaction for Suguru, too —-- his hand practically moved on its own accord before he realized where it’s destination had been aimed.  He couldn’t help but smile to himself, his own cheeks still slightly flushed as he sat beside his classmate.

It had been so long since he felt his heart stir like this… it was almost as if Suguru had been in some sort of trance since his arrival at Jujutsu High, just going through the motions. Up until this very conversation, Suguru thought… —- well… he hadn’t even considered the idea of dating someone since moving to Tokyo, much less another sorcerer.  And for that other sorcerer to potentially be Satoru…?  His closest friend?

Now the young Gojo clan prodigy wasn’t the only one drowning in thought.

At the mention of having too much fun, though, Suguru was quick to express that all of this… well, whatever this was, wasn’t at Satoru’s expense.  He would never be so cruel as to toy with his best friend’s feelings.  ❝ Maybe… ❞  he started, as he cast his gaze back over to the line of trees in the distance, ❝ —-but having fun at your side just comes naturally.  Wouldn’t you agree? ❞  He bumped Satoru’s shoulder again with his own, hoping to pull him out of his head a bit.

❝ Oh right, your parents… ❞

Suguru knew he was entering dangerous territory, now —-- leaning over to whisper something into Satoru’s ear that was daring, and entirely too bold… but he just couldn’t help himself.

❝ —-I would tell them that their son is too preoccupied with thoughts of another boy to consider any marriage arrangements. And that if they want him to live up to his potential as the strongest sorcerer to be born in the last 400 years, they need to back off and trust him to make his own decisions. Or that same strength could very well be used against them, which would be such a shame… ❞

❝ Anyway! ❞  Suguru was suddenly moving to stand, grabbing his book from beside him and promptly placing it into his messenger bag. ❝ I think it’s about time we head to our next class.  Some of us don’t actually enjoy being late, you know. ❞

At that, Suguru offered the other boy a hand —- a peace offering of sorts, or at least a way to help get him off of the step he was currently melted into. 

❝ Come on, let’s go. ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 -- amongst all the other bubbling feelings, unnamed, that were erupting within his chest. He hadn't opened up about all of this as some kind of ploy to gain intimacy and closeness out of Suguru, and yet here he was, being shown the flirtatious side that his mind had just been imagining aimed toward others instead of himself. Some sick and twisted satisfaction was quickly buried underneath the sheer awe and shock that left him dumbfounded. Suguru wasn't pulling his leg, was he ? Well, yeah, he was teasing -- but he wasn't... doing it maliciously to make fun of him. What.

Suguru's hands found his and Satoru's throat choked on air for the briefest moment, sure he was touchy with Suguru prior to all of this, poking and prodding at him, nudges and leaning on his shoulder... but he didn't fucking grab his hand, he didn't have his hands held in general, let alone guided down onto his thighs like -- fuck, those were Suguru's hands on his, on him, this was such a stupid thing to fixate onto, but Satoru was immediately entranced. He felt so flushed he could faint, color rushing to his cheeks before he could even consider trying to stop it -- he wasn't a fucking blushy type, damn it ! Fuck --

... AND THEN SUGURU HAD TO TOUCH HIS FUCKING FACE ----

Satoru was pretty sure whatever noise croaked its way out past his lips was something of a squeak and whatever noise an animal made when wounded and dying pathetically. He barely comprehended that Suguru just called him and his dumb blush pretty because his heart was too busy doing backflips up his throat and into the empty confines of his skull like a pinball rammed at max speeds.

Satoru abruptly turned his head out of Suguru's touch -- not because he didn't like it, or didn't want it suddenly like he needed air... but because he was so strongly aware of the fact that if he looked Suguru in his eyes right now the guy would see and know how fucked he was now. How fucking criminal, making a guy swoon like this ---- Suguru and his lethally aimed flirt.

❝ I th-- ❞ Oh, his voice gave out for a second there, swallowed down -- sputtered out, a flustered stutter so unlike the confident and emboldened asshole act he exuded otherwise.

❝ ... think y-you're having too much fun with this, Suguru. ❞ Did he whine that name a little ? Or a lot. Yeah. Signature pout included, albeit it wasn't likely as effective in making the other stop given that his face felt hot enough to be fevered. Suguru liked him blushing, thought he was cute ---- oh he could've done cartwheels into the stratosphere if he wasn't also so occupied with remembering how to breathe. He couldn't look at Suguru still, though -- nope, that'd be a death sentence. Instead Satoru trained his eyes outward, past the treeline ---- not at the blurred peripheral of Suguru's cheekbone from their proximity, the way he wanted to reach out and mirror Suguru's earlier touch and run his thumb along its dipping structure.

❝ -- and what would you say to convince them? ❞ Satoru's voice was a little breathy in his whisper, eyes blipping for a half-second onto Suguru's own before flicking away again. He was grasping at straws here, trying to act like he wasn't visibly unraveling in front of Suguru -- just trying to continue their conversation as though he was totally fine, so fucking fine !

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, the corners of which crinkled ever so slightly as Satoru continued tripping over his words.  He felt his own pulse quicken as he watched the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer of the modern age turn an impossible shade of red, all because of the nature of their conversation.  

Ah… there was something so endearing about how flustered Satoru had become, rambling and dragging his hands down his face in what Suguru could only assume was some desperate attempt to hide.  This was definitely a side of Satoru that the curse user hadn’t seen before—--soooo very different from that egotistical side of him; that brazen, quick-witted and infuriating image he shared with the rest of the world… the implication that he was untouchable, even with his Infinity lowered.

Suguru found himself growing fond of this version of him… the real Gojo Satoru, that was—-- not the version expected of him, that society demanded of him.  A quiet curiosity worked its way into Suguru’s very heart and soul, eager to uncover more of what existed beyond that projection of strength.

Oh, he was doomed already.  

❝  Aw, you can’t stop noooow~ ❞  Suguru teased as his hands moved to rest atop Satoru’s, determined at the very least to make him stop smacking himself in the face.  His fingers coiled around the backs of Satoru’s hands, tugging them away to avoid any further damage.  ❝ —--Though you can stop hitting yourself.  Pretty sure that isn’t going to help hide the blush you’ve got going on, anyway.  Such a pretty shade, too. ❞ Suguru clicked his tongue, his amusement growing. He pulled their hands down to rest upon Satoru’s lap, though one of Suguru’s reached back up to boldly swipe a thumb across the other’s cheek.  ❝ You’re so cuuute like this, Satoru~ ❞

Well… okay, he had said it.  Suguru hadn’t planned to admit he found his classmate cute—-but the words had slipped out so easily.  And, well… truthfully, he felt zero shame in such an admission.  Suguru didn’t have it in himself to lie—- to Satoru, at least.

❝ As for the arranged marriage predicament… hm.  Maybe you should have them call me —- I can be very convincing, you know. ❞

Was he flirting? Most definitely.  Suguru was having the time of his life, now—- suddenly forgetting about the book he had been reading, or the classwork he still needed to get done.  Wait, wasn’t their lunch period almost over?

Fuck.

𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍 -- 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 -- he didn't exist to be a person, that much was driven home since the moment he could walk on his own. Murmurs without any reservations fired off around his young ears about how good this would be for the clan; the faster he grew the better for them. There were a few stray audacious offers made for him potentially being sold despite no possibility presenting itself, the Gojo clan held on tightly to their precious little powerhouse much to the bidder's dismay.

Now, this was a whole other version of selling him off -- the idea of him being asked to put a child in someone was already disgusting in and of itself, but the various additional factors made it hard for him to even think of his parents as people anymore. Not like they returned the favor either.

This topic was made far easier because of Suguru's wonderful admission -- thank fuck for that, because Satoru couldn't imagine going any further in detail about the girl he was supposed to get with. Blegh. He scrunched his nose up at Suguru's implication that he somehow thought himself wholly alone in the entirety of fucking Japan, like his complex extended that vastly -- as if he was genuinely that full of himself. Suguru was being a playful bastard, huh?

❝ -- fuck you, I meant like ---- obviously that was more about -- ...at Jujutsu High, at least, not like... in all of Japan ---- ❞ Now he was really flustered, word-vomit fucking him over just a little by the way Suguru now had a fully disgruntled and blushing Satoru dragging both his hands down his bared face. Sunglasses out of the way, he could really get in there with making sure he didn't open his fucking eyes to see any sort of smug look on Suguru's face. He might die. This might be it. He just had to mention Suguru's piercings and now he had to think about Suguru's piercings. Friendly fire, there -- good going, Satoru. His mind wandered to the idea of Suguru getting a tongue piercing and proceeded to b-line to wondering what it'd feel like while kissi----oOOOKAY THAT'S ENOUGH !!

He smacked his face. Repeatedly. His forehead especially, as if to rattle those thoughts out. Then he palmed at his eyes with a groan. No eye contact for Suguru, Satoru was too busy fighting internal demons.

❝ Gauged ears aren't -- whateverthefuck, no, I'm ---- I think I'm done talking now, actually. ❞

He was so fucked, so fucked, so so so fucked ---- the instant his dumb ears heard that Suguru was ---- fucking of course, the stars aligned and his dumb brain immediately latched onto the thoughts of what was once dismissed as a one-sided never-to-be stupid fucking crush.

And the worst part was now he had a racing mind alongside his pounding and fluttery heartbeat. Now he couldn't help but to think about the fact that -- what, did Suguru date a guy before, did he have a lot of experience ? Did he date girls for a while first to try and be normal and then he had the run-in with a guy that turned his head ? What was he like, did he still have him in his life ? Were they bitter exes ? What did he look like, did he look normal ? Did Suguru like normies ? Fuck. No, maybe he liked them with tats and piercings too -- probably knew people, yeah, had his connections and friendgroup outside of Jujutsu High, honestly ---- he was likeable, adjusted to society around humans and around sorcerers alike. He probably texted them, at least ---- now he was going to be stupidly aware of whenever Suguru texted, fuck. Fuck.

He smacked his face again and then peeled one hand away in favor of mussing up his dumb abnormal hair that Suguru probably didn't even li-- Oh my God he was so fucked.

❝ ---- ANYWAY ! Still have the predicament of not knowing how to word me declining my parents' attempt at an arranged marriage. But ---- I'm so glad you got to watch me verbally sabotage myself in real time, thanks dude. Real friend material. ❞ He promptly shoved at Suguru's shoulder as payback. Somehow, this was all his fault.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒, 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 —- though he was certainly the more obvious of the two.  Suguru had grown accustomed to the sensation of the Six Eyes ability, watching him… that strange omnipresence sliding over his jawline, and the nape of his neck like the caress of a ghost.  It was an inexplicable feeling, though one he found himself oddly comforted by. 

Despite feeling Satoru studying him quite openly, Suguru never made it known that he was aware of the other’s burning gaze.  He felt the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, all the same —- his skin prickling as he forced his expression to remain neutral, to not give it all away. 

The right corner of his mouth had twitched upwards anyway, betraying that calm, collected demeanor Suguru so often hid behind. As Satoru threw an arm around him, pulling him into an excited half-embrace, Suguru left out a lighthearted chuckle, leaning into the touch without even realizing.

❝ Skipping out on the report, huh?  How unexpected of you~ ❞  the curse user replied with the slight rolling of his eyes.  The world around them carried on as usual —- crowds of people rushing into subway stations to get to their destinations while pedestrian lights blinked at intersections, vehicles frozen in time… billboards illuminating the glass windows of the buildings around them —-- the chaos of Tokyo a stark contrast to the subtleties of young love, still unspoken, unacknowledged…

❝ Fine, fine — stop that! ❞  Suguru playfully swatted at Satoru’s finger, still poking and prodding at his cheek.  ❝ You don’t have to convince me, I was on board the second you mentioned food.  Can we get soba though? It’s been a while and I have a craving…❞

He couldn’t help but smile at the mention of bubble tea. Of course Satoru wanted to stop somewhere for something sweet. A predictable pit stop, but the idea of going somewhere that made Satoru so stupidly happy made his own heart sing. 

❝ You and that sweet tooth… still on the brown sugar kick, or are you planning on switching it up? ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 -- 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓. Geto Suguru was at his side, impressive as ever with that calculated approach to even the most mundane and boring missions... he snuck a peek over at him whilst they trudged along, glancing away the moment he figured it'd become too obvious that he was gawking at the guy while thinking things over. The little flutter in his heartbeat was wholly ignored.

They had, essentially, the entire rest of the day to themselves -- he fully intended on lying and not submitting a report that the deed was done solely to avoid getting sent off again in such short notice. Instead, Satoru grabbed onto Suguru's arm, obnoxiously pulling him closer to then throw himself onto the guy's shoulder with a half-embrace, grinning ear-to-ear, a whim inspiring him ---- or maybe he just felt good right now, like they were unstoppable and could do whatever the hell they wanted. He wasn't wrong.

❝ Hey, let's go get something to eat, I'm starving -- my treat ! ❞ There were several good restaurants in the area and Satoru had no budget in mind. Maybe he'd take Suguru somewhere really fancy, and there was enough time left in the day that they could catch a showing of one of those monster movies that came out recently. They bickered more often than not, but truthfully -- he really didn't want them to part ways just yet. Having missions with Suguru was fun, the whole idea that someone was out there in the world of sorcerers who could keep up with him was an exciting thing. Suguru didn't treat him like he was some freak.

❝ I'm thinking someplace nice -- we don't get to treat ourselves very often, right ? Shoko's not here to groan at us for slacking a little so we can go all out. Hell, we could go to an onsen too, that'd be niiiiice ~ ! ❞

Was he glowing a little ? Maybe. He felt radiant right now, eyes bright and demeanor sparkling. He couldn't help but smile, fully assuming Suguru couldn't possibly turn down his offer because obviously he made it a really good sell. His heart felt full and stupid, excited akin to a dog when 'walk' was mentioned. He poked a finger against Suguru's cheek while simultaneously smooshing his face closer, awaiting the inevitable 'fine' reply.

❝ ---- oh ! And then there was that one boba place I wanted to try... ❞

@svgurugeto is being dragged into a not-date date, pre-Hidden Inventory.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Lowering his guard around the young prodigy was his first mistake --- of course Satoru would fight dirty. This was his best friend, after all ---- a boy that always had to get the last word in every heated discussion ( much to Suguru's frustration. )

Suguru practically yelped in surprise as Satoru yanked him down, his eyes impossibly wide as gravity made sure that he landed almost directly on top of the other. He scrambled to get away before things got even worse for him, but apparently Satoru had planned his full blown sabotage exceptionally well, leaving nowhere for Suguru to go other than locked underneath Satoru's weight.

❝ H-hey! ❞ Suguru sputtered, his eyebrows furrowing as annoyance forced his lips into a frown. His hands gripped at Satoru's arms, trying to shake him off or at least knock him off balance ---- unfortunately to no avail. Suguru's bangs were now in his face, blocking some of his vision as he angrily stared up at the other. He blew them to the side, disgruntled, before reaching upward to flick Satoru's nose. ❝ Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying as hell? ❞

Now it was his turn to pout.

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒; "I didn't want to actually hurt you" -- pfft ! Satoru audibly scoffed, but then laughed -- he couldn't actually be mad at Suguru, though the dull ache that remained was a tempting factor to allow to tip the scales. It felt almost nice to get... not coddled, but concern(?) thrown his way, even in the lighthearted weight Suguru wielded now. he never really got into situations where him getting hurt was a possible outcome, so this exchange was certainly new.

He was less hunched inward now, reaching out to grasp onto Suguru's offered hand after a moment spent contemplating it. His more mischievous, bratty side had a flare of desire... to use the friendly gesture of sportsmanship against Suguru. And honestly? He caved to it, despite its initial spark being a 50/50 coin toss of 'play nice' and 'fight dirty' ------ so Satoru sought to yank Suguru abruptly onto the ground with a whipping grab and harsh pull, hopefully leading into a messy tumble and subsequently a pinned down Suguru. Maybe he'd manage to wind him a bit on the way down to fully make them square.

❝ ---- GOTCHA ! ❞

They could illegally drink and watch some twisted horror movie or something more up Suguru's alley after this, he just wanted some payback first.

Veronica Roth // Charlotte Eriksson

▶  𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈. //  𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚎𝚡-)𝚓𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛.

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 —- the fear of disappointing their families merely by being themselves.  Suguru had grown accustomed to that fear, letting it dominate so much of his youth before he accepted the jujutsu sorcerer’s hand that had been extended to him.  A promise, in its own way, of finding a family that loved him for who he was —- not who he could be.  People that were like-minded; that wanted to rid the world of curses, once and for all.

Leaving home for Jujutsu High had been a way for Suguru to find himself outside of the close-minded little world he had grown up in.  It was a means of escape —- the freedom to be himself without fear of disappointing those he cared about.

He had kept his parents at arm’s length ever since his arrival in Tokyo.  Slow to reply to letters, emails… any means of communication they sought out.  Suguru just wasn’t interested in going back to the way things used to be —-- though he hadn’t quite figured out a way to articulate that to them yet.

❝ You can be their son without surrendering your entire life to them, ❞ Suguru replied earnestly, amethyst gaze lingering on Satoru’s cerulean.  His eyes held a strength of their own —-- an intense conviction to live a life one could be proud of, even if it meant having to stand alone.  Suguru placed his hand on Satoru’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly.  ❝ You have so much innate power, Satoru —- power over them, too.  Use it to build the life you want.  Everything else will fall into place as it should. ❞

With that, Suguru gave his friend a genuine smile.  It was boyish in nature, but underneath it all was a quiet admiration of the other.  An offering —--- ‘I see you, and I understand.’  

At least until he was practically hit over the head by Satoru's delayed realization.  Embarrassment left his cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink as Satoru all but thrashed around in front of him.  It wasn’t that Suguru was self-conscious of his sexuality —- he just wasn’t all that fond of the attention such a quiet reveal was suddenly garnering.  

❝ Oh please, ❞  Suguru laughed, albeit weakly, ❝ —-you might be alone with that six eyes ability of yours, but you’re hardly the only person in Japan that leans the other way. ❞

Suguru knew that wasn’t what Satoru meant by being the only one, but the guy was a bit desperate to get all of the attention off of him at the moment. It was only when Satoru started word vomiting that Suguru found himself relaxing —- suddenly finding this whole conversation hilarious.

❝ Relaaax, Satoru— I know what you meant. ❞  At least, he thought he did… there was a certain kinship in finding others that also didn’t fit the mold that society required of them.  Right…?  ❝ Though my piercings giving me away is a new one.  I’ll take it that gauged ears aren’t widely accepted by the Gojo clan~? ❞ he smirked, intent to make eye contact with Satoru now that he wasn’t the only one red in the face.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄, 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓. Satoru was always shameless whenever he used his Six Eyes to cut deeper in his stares... but somehow looking at Suguru made him need to look away after a few seconds -- especially when the other caught him looking. Becoming almost shy, mindful of his drilling eyes, was unusual for him. Satoru was abrasive, typically written off as unapproachable, and he embraced that flaw of himself and used it as a secondary shield stronger than Infinity could ever be. But ever since they first met, Suguru...

Ah, he really had him warming up to people -- at least some people. Even if he still thought the weak ones weren't worth his time, Suguru wasn't weak ---- so he was worth all the time in the world.

Already a weight was lifted from his chest, replaced with those heavy emotions of both joy and dread -- awaiting Suguru's reply, Satoru could've broken into sob-worthy laughter at himself, his heart racing in his ears... adrenaline somehow proving to be more present than any battle could provoke out of him.

❝ Not close at all, ❞ the words tumbled out from his mouth and he had to shoot his gaze ahead, then up toward the sky, passing clouds obscuring an otherwise vibrant blue. He never really felt sad over the fact that his childhood consisted of being courted around, showed off, with a few dozen assassination attempts sprinkled in. He felt a disconnect, certainly, and the absence of the bond was difficult to detect and to mourn when it was all he ever knew.

❝ But I'm still their son. I can't just... -- stop that, you know? ❞

He opened his mouth to add more, but found himself closing it again, biting his tongue, then his lower lip to stifle any reply still half up his throat. Keeping busy typically made them leave him alone, but this was an arrangement, one that had stupid clan politics involved -- it wasn't just for his parents, this was being whispered about amongst the other major clans, too. As if they were all holding their breaths, waiting to see whose bloodline was going to mix the best with his own. Satoru scrunched his nose a little at the thought.

He shut his eyes, then, only to snap them open moments later to gawk blatantly at Suguru, mouth agape, leaning obnoxiously close ----

❝ Eh !? ❞ Really, what were the odds? Suguru, the one other person he felt a connection with, being someone that... -- he wasn't alone, then? Satoru felt almost silly for being shocked, but in fairness... what were the fucking odds? Suguru hadn't ever seemed interested in girls even when they giggled and bat their eyelashes at him whenever they were out and about after a mission, but he figured that was because he found them annoying or he was too shy to make a move, too reserved.

Fuck, he felt like he was vibrating on these steps, now. Suguru was going on about telling parents, not telling parents, this and that but all Satoru could think back on was the fucking nudge of Suguru's shoulder while telling him something so simple and yet so special that he felt like a firework went off inside his stomach.

❝ Yo -- wait, pause, time out. ❞ He fumbled with his sunglasses, sliding them to hook onto the front of his uniform before he smacked the gesture together for Suguru to stop what he was talking about.

❝ -- I thought I was all alone, what the fuck, man ---- ❞ He flailed a little, not knowing what to do with his hands now that he was literally exploding with energy. Which also meant... incoming ramble;

❝ I mean, I figured with the piercings you weren't completely straight, but I thought maybe you were just going for the edgy look to get goth girls to like you ---- or, I don't know, tortured soul kind of emo boy shit ---- ace, maybe? I didn't think you ---- I mean, I'm happy that you're -- I mean, I'm not, like, happy that you're... -- it's not like, you know -- I'm ---- fuck, shut up, don't say anything ! ❞ Oh no, he rambled too much, now he was flustered and aggressively looking away.

𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, Suguru’s gaze brought back up to meet with Satoru’s as he spoke of all nighters.  He had no doubt in his mind that the young prodigy would be able to go again —- and again, and again —- but such endurance was reserved only for his companion; not so much the curse user.  

Suguru was more than happy to draw out climax after climax from Satoru.  It was sexy, watching him come undone —- and even sexier to know that he alone was the cause of such euphoria, and the exhaustion that such euphoria bestowed upon him.  It was rare that Satoru had a good night’s worth of sleep, anyway.

Not to mention the last few days… forcing himself to stay focused and alert, pulling all-nighters to keep Amanai Riko safe—--

Ah—... not now.  Not now, when they were slick with sweat, and seeking comfort in each other after all that they endured.  Suguru forced his attention back to the other, mad that he had let it slip in the first place.

Suguru focused on Satoru’s fingers, coiled up in his black hair.  The way those fingers felt as his nails scraped gently across his scalp… yes, this was a much better act to focus on.  He always loved the sensation of Satoru’s hands in his hair —- the way he couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

A second finger began to prod Satoru’s opening as the first one withdrew slowly.  Suguru was in no rush, even though it seemed like his companion was more than eager to get to the next act.  The request to hurry up forced a smile to splay across the curse user’s face — however the lifting of Satoru’s leg only to curl around his hip and draw him in closer left those fingers pushing back in a bit sooner than Suguru had wanted.  The press of Satoru’s hips against his own left him almost seeing stars —- he was so painfully hard now, pressed up against the other, still clothed below the waist. 

❝ Fffuck—, ❞ Suguru stuttered, almost unable to keep denying himself in favor of drawing this whole act out as long as he could.  He found himself grinding down into him, almost erratically —- his teeth gritted together as he bit back the waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.  The whispered words into his ear left goosebumps forming across his body; that needy tone, that hot breath…

Suguru withdrew his slick fingers, and lifted himself off of Satoru just enough to work his sweatpants and boxer briefs off of his body.  Once free from any remaining articles of clothing, Suguru climbed back on top of him —- his hand seeking out that bottle of lube once more, only to pop the top open and squeeze more liquid into the palm of his hand. He gripped at himself with that lube-slicked hand, this time —- pumping himself once, twice, before lining himself up with Satoru’s entrance.

❝ I want you, too, ❞ Suguru replied, his voice a bit breathless as he pressed their foreheads together.  Satoru’s words played on repeat in his mind —- and truthfully, it was all Suguru needed to hear.  He wouldn’t hurt him, because he was here now, alive.  Suguru hadn’t lost him — not today, and sure as hell not ever. 

With a slow, but steady push, Suguru nestled himself deep within the other.  He couldn't stop the moan that filled the entirety of their room as he felt Satoru’s tight heat surround him, constricting around his cock. ❝ Fuck… you feel so good, Satoru, ❞  Suguru breathed, before lifting one of Satoru’s legs to rest against his hip, seeking out a better angle. He waited a few moments before moving, allowing Satoru to adjust to the sudden intrusion.  Once he was sure the other was ready, he began to pull his hips back, withdrawing slowly before plunging back in, and losing himself in everything Satoru had to offer.

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐘-𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎, 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃. Particles in the moonlight were streaming into their abode, wandering like stars through a rotating night sky, a galaxy overhead and within reach -- but his whole world was right here, atop him, lovingly kissing up his stomach. He hitched a breath, ticklish just past his rib cage, sucked-in breath switching into a airy chuckle, fond. His fingers gently found Suguru's hair again, though just one hand for now ---- his limbs felt like noodles, bliss still resonating in strong thrums that had his muscles going limp.

Any words he could've spoken in response to Suguru's praise were swallowed back down when a swell of emotions came to the forefront, a skip of his heartbeat and a dumb, fluttery happiness -- who knew a few genuine compliments purred from Suguru's slick mouth could make him feel all kinds of giddy. Suguru liked what he saw, no? Satoru felt wholly pleased with himself, knowing that -- he'd never shy away, hide himself, knowing that the other enjoyed admiring his handiwork.

This was for Suguru's eyes only, after all.

He could taste the tang of himself on Suguru's tongue, causing him to shudder into the kiss with a whole new flush of heat rising to his cheeks. Everything Suguru did was fucking hot, could he really be blamed for crushing on the guy basically the instant they first met? Fuck. Just look at him; hair undone, shirtless, muscles lean and toned -- lengthy fingers, a sly tongue... all with the strength that landed Suguru at his side as the strongest. He was obscenely hot. Satoru considered himself a fairly confident person, but Suguru hit him in times like these with a confidence so sexy he felt dizzy, somehow meek in comparison.

The whispered confession, a repeat of their exchange prior, merely made his heart ache with fullness he thought surely couldn't feel any larger, any more perfect ---- with stray tears swept away and their mouths hovering close, Satoru felt like it wasn't just his eyes that were glowing now. Could he become any more radiant? He wasn't sure.

His heart did a little fucking kickflip -- being called beautiful wasn't something unheard of for him, but he always found it creepy or annoying when those words came out of anybody else's mouth, especially people twice his fucking age or something. No shame. But Suguru's delivery was perfect, hit all the right notes and he had him flushing further, half-convinced he'd become coy if Suguru kept going at this rate. As if his ego would ever let that happen, of course, but hey -- Suguru could do the impossible, like have the strongest sorcerer of the modern age squirming underneath him the moment those slender fingers slid back between his thighs.

All Suguru needed to do was imply some semblance of challenge and ah, there he was, the eternally burning flame of Satoru Gojo was ignited to its fullest strength via the mere implication of him not being able to handle something. He let out a breathy laugh, vibrant eyes leveling Suguru with a look that threatened a wilder surge within him to come to the surface. Maybe he'd shove the guy down and ride him ---- have him begging, RCT keeping himself in check so he could go until Suguru blacked out. Or something like that. But Suguru was fucking lucky that was just a brief flash of a daydream, a possibility if the man atop him didn't act -- and luckily he did. Satoru opened his mouth for that unanswered query, knowing Suguru would take his silence as an opening to goad further ----

❝ I can go -- a-all night, trust me. ❞ The night was young and so were they, his body still buzzing with power that brimmed toward overwhelm. That, and a fresh orgasm that had the smallest motions of Suguru's fingers bringing a wriggle of his thighs, another tug at Suguru's hair as fingernails scraped somewhat gently across his scalp. He breathed out shakily, anchoring himself. His eyes fluttered shut, deep breaths easing to adjust. Arousal holding strong thanks to Suguru's minstrations, yet greedily he wanted more --

❝ Feels good, but -- f-fuck, hurry up -- ❞ He squirmed again, this time lifting one leg to curl and hook onto Suguru's hips, pulling him in, pushing them closer. His other hand gripped at Suguru's side, making his spine dip and those hips settle flush.

❝ -- I want you, you ---- I can take it -- you know, ❞ he breathed out, the hand in Suguru's hair nudging the man's head forward and into a bow, his turn to whisper sweetly against the other's ear, hot breath and needy tone unashamed.

❝ You won't hurt me, ❞ He reassured, nudging his hips against Suguru's own, an idle grind and imploring welcome. ❝ -- you won't hurt me. ❞ He whispered again, softer, the words spoken as a hidden way to say you can't, you couldn't, you'd never.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[ 夏油 傑 ] 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ; symmetry reversed —- a life like wires. [ link ]

canon-compliant   //  This verse follows the events depicted in the hidden inventory series of chapters + episodes before Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are defeated by Fushiguro Tōji.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟐 ; shadows —- an intake of air so sharp. [ link ]

canon-compliant   //  This verse follows the events depicted in the hidden inventory series of chapters + episodes after Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are defeated by Fushiguro Tōji. Depicts Suguru’s downward spiral, but ends before the events that ultimately bestow upon him the name of ‘ worst curse user ’

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟑 ; stomach it —- choking up old sins. [ link ]

canon-divergent   //  Gojo Satoru is aware of Geto Suguru’s struggles, and the toll his ability is having on his mental and emotional well-being.  He accompanies Suguru on the mission where, in canon, Suguru butchers 112 villagers alongside his own parents. Satoru ultimately stops the worst from happening, but Suguru must still answer to the counsel for his crimes, and decide which path he will take —- whether it be killing all non-sorcerers to cleanse the world of curses, or choosing to follow-through on his initial oath to protect the weak.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟒 ; take this weight —- the veil eternal. [ link ]

canon-divergent   //  Geto Suguru stays at Satoru's side, and ultimately becomes a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High —- in addition to his role as a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer. This verse follows the main storyline, however instead of Suguru defecting and becoming a cult leader, he makes the more difficult choice to face his demons and help shape the jujutsu world from the inside out.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟓 ; me + the devil —- nightwalkers. [ link ]

alternate universe au  //  Geto Suguru is one of the most powerful exorcists working for the Vatican in over a hundred years. While not the most traditional of exorcists  ( he wears the typical liturgical vestments almost as a 'fuck you' to the entire community )  Suguru's skillset sets him apart from others as he has the ability to absorb the evil he frees from the bodies of others —- taking in demons and entities alike, whilst stripping them of any possible return to the outside world. This ability does not come without a heavy price, though. Suguru is a recovering alcoholic and a heavy smoker —- leaning on crutches that help him survive the atrocities he witnesses on a near-daily basis. Suguru plays along with the 'saintly' assumption others make upon meeting him for the first time, as he doesn't care enough to get too involved in the lives of others.  He wears the mask, and he wears it well. Suguru prefers to remain more elusive, knowing that most people don't understand his abilities and find his presence intimidating  ( not to mention alarming, given the nature of his job. )

more verses to be determined + will be added later. banner art: osaki_iyo

Riko?

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

alone

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌.  He was used to the other boy making an entrance —- thus was always the case in the classes they shared, whether Satoru was on time or 10 minutes late.  Suguru knew that if something was on his mind, he’d open up about it eventually.  There was never any rush, or sense of urgency between them —- especially when they weren’t on some bullshit mission.

A slight breeze tousled Suguru’s bangs as he flipped to the next page of his book —- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami absorbing the bulk of his attention during their lunch period.  There was something about this particular novel that made it hard for Suguru to put it down.  Perhaps it was a pull to the main character within the story, or the underlying narrative of it all. Reading between the lines… the symbolism, and the cruelty of people towards others, whether on purpose or through an uncaring lens. He often found himself lost in books, especially before attending Jujutsu High — though lately, it was hard to finish a book without the details of previous chapters getting hazy.  With the increase in missions and class workloads, it was rare he had enough time to read anything other than books on sorcery techniques and exorcisms.

Not that he was complaining.  Okay, maybe he was complaining a little.  The information was valuable, of course —- but for Suguru and Satoru, the strongest sorcerers Jujutsu High had seen in quite a long time, everything just felt… beneath them.  Like they were merely stuck doing busy work, while the rest of their classmates struggled to keep up.

When Satoru finally spoke up, Suguru’s gaze shifted over to the other —- taking a moment to read his body language and respond accordingly.  Suddenly his book held little to no meaning… he was quick to bend the corner of the page to mark his spot, and put the book down beside him. 

❝ Rant away.  I won’t laugh, I promise. ❞  Though the idea of Satoru kicking his ass made him almost laugh, regardless.

Suguru listened to the sounds of birds chirping at the edge of the forest whilst waiting for the other to speak.  He watched Satoru sigh again, and suddenly found himself growing concerned.  Something really was bothering him, wasn’t it?  He actually seemed reluctant to even ramble at him, which was surprising in and of itself.  It was only when Satoru brought up the subject of lineage and family bloodlines that Suguru understood the hesitance —- the lack of eye contact, even whilst those sunglasses remained tucked away.

He was an active listener — patient, and typically kind when offering any sort of advice, or feedback.  Suguru was able to read a room, and respond accordingly.  But the sudden swerve towards vulnerability left Suguru’s pulse quickening, his gaze widening ever so slightly before dropping down towards the step below where they both sat.

He kept that gaze low, if but only to hide the warmth that now spread across his cheeks.

Suguru wasn’t quite sure how to process this new information.  There was something deep inside of him that rejoiced at the news — the mere confirmation that Satoru was into boys.  Though he wasn’t quite sure why he was so elated to discover that… ah, but Suguru could unpack that another time.  Right now, the silence between them had grown almost deafening.  

❝ A-ah, Satoru —-... I’m sorry to hear that.  If I may ask… how close are you to your parents? ❞  Suguru looked over at him, then — gauging his reaction a bit before proceeding.  He folded his hands into his lap and considered his words, ultimately searching for the most genuine response he could offer.

❝ —-I only ask because, well… sometimes, the less they know, the better.  My clan isn’t nearly as high of status as yours, but… that pressure exists for me, too.  The only way I’ve been able to distance myself from it has been by distancing myself from them.  Saying I’m too busy, or working too hard to even consider dating. ❞

❝ That being said… there’s nothing wrong with liking boys, Satoru.  If there was, then we’d both be fucked. ❞  Suguru shot a smile his way, before bumping Satoru’s shoulder with his own. While Suguru wasn't necessarily hiding that information from anyone, it also wasn't something he readily expressed without feeling like he was in a safe space to do so.  Suguru's sexuality was very fluid —- though he hadn't really focused on defining it that much, as of late.

❝ And if your family truly respects you as a person and not as some prodigy only worthy of procreating to keep the Six Eyes ability going, they will respect your decision and not push it any further.  But I understand, not wanting to tell them… I haven’t figured out a way to tell my parents, either. ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒, 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. He rested his wrist on his knee, propping his elbow on the other leg in favor of putting his head into his hand. There was a lengthy silence between them, one that felt natural, one that didn't make him hold his breath or anything and he knew Suguru wasn't, either. Equally so, a thousand words were fresh on his tongue, and he licked his lips absently to try and wipe some of it off.

❝ -- hey, ❞ he started, and he felt suddenly silly and small. Like he was just a boy instead of fifteen years old and -- apparently in line to become the head of the Gojo clan, considering the latest news from his parents. He let out a small, light laugh.

❝ Mind if I rant a little? ❞ He chanced a glance over his shoulder, up and back at Suguru, but found he had to dart his eyes away fast -- back to the forest beyond the school grounds. He huffed, puffing his cheeks a little to chase away the vague sense of heat rising to them over the mere prospect of his rant's chosen topic. ❝ Just promise you won't laugh ---- I mean it, I'll kick your ass. ❞

Another sigh, then, and Satoru gifted Suguru with the first notable flash of vulnerability since they first met. ❝ My parents want me to marry some girl. Keep the clan going. Picked her out and everything, all talk about genetics, continuing the bloodline, yada yada. ❞ He waved the hand with his sunglasses dismissively, huffing out another breath.

❝ She's nice, I'm sure. But ---- ❞ A pause, and he shifted his posture a little, admittedly feeling a bit shy.

❝ ---- I don't know, you know? I, uh, I don't know how to -- ...I can't just, like, tell my parents "Hey mom, dad, sorry... but I can't marry and fucking impregnate the girl you picked out for me, you know, 'cause I like boys. Oops!" ❞

He hadn't really planned on just saying it outright like that, but the moment the sentence fell out from his mouth, he let out a pained laugh ---- like it hurt, but also filled him with such relief. And fear, and uncertainty -- dread, yet freeing. He tried not to overthink the silence between them. Hard not to, but he tried anyway.

❝ It's so stuuuuupid, like -- first world problem, right? But damn if it doesn't make me feel like shit. Like I'm guilty either way ---- for not wanting to do it, and for not wanting to do it for such a -- ...bad reason. Their only son, end of the fucking line, and all 'cause I'm... -- you know? You get the picture. ❞

@svgurugeto // their earlier years & a confession.

Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Erl-King,”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, trembling, caged underneath Suguru’s broader form —-- lost in a haze of pleasure that the other so eagerly provided.  It was a love language of its own, providing Satoru a safe space to let go… a moment of release, forgetting the all too heavy burden of strength, if but only briefly, within the arms of the person he trusted most.  No one but Suguru could touch him here, in this room —- infinity be damned.

The fingers in his hair tightened, almost to the point of pain, but Suguru enjoyed that roughness, that lack of restraint as he brought Satoru over the edge.  Another groan shuddered around Satoru’s cock, still lodged deep within Suguru’s throat —- his eyes rolling back into his skull as he hollowed out his cheeks, sucking mercilessly.  In moments like these, Suguru was happy to be rid of a gag reflex; this particular act of consumption was more than welcome in the curse user’s book. 

Suguru could tell that Satoru was close by the way he convulsed —- those beautiful moans of his shuddering into near-sobs as his hips shuttered, his body arching underneath him.  Suguru’s free hand moved upwards to pin down Satoru’s hips, forcing him to remain where he was as Suguru greedily devoured. His thumb caressed the ridge of his hip bone, comforting strokes back and forth to calm him as he finally brought Satoru to his release.  Suguru was eager to drink him down, swallowing around Satoru’s cock, milking every last drop from him before releasing him with a wet pop.  

❝ Fuck, you’re incredible, ❞  Suguru whispered hoarsely, casting his gaze back up at Satoru before offering up a proud smile. ❝ I could never get tired of seeing you like this… ❞

Suguru crawled his way back up over Satoru’s body, peppering soft, gentle kisses up his stomach and chest before eventually meeting back with his lips. ❝ I love you, ❞ he hummed into Satoru’s waiting mouth, kissing him deeply, before swiping away any tears that had streaked his cheeks.  ❝ —So beautiful, Satoru —-... the way you come for me. ❞

As Satoru worked to regain his composure, Suguru reached over into his bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. He coated his fingers in the slick substance, before tossing it near Satoru’s hip. His eyes remained transfixed on Satoru as those fingers then moved further south, his index finger returning to the place it had teased Satoru only moments prior. 

❝ Can you go again? ❞  Suguru asked quietly, though there was a challenge in that question —- a spark in those violet eyes that dared Satoru to act. His fingertips grazed the other’s entrance, his touch featherlight as it circled, prodding ever so gently before pressing into his heat. Suguru moved slowly, pushing past his knuckle, teasing small movements through the tightness before finally pushing all the way inside.  

❝ —-Saaatoru. ❞  The whisper of his name was pressed against the shell of his ear, Suguru’s voice rough with desire.  He stilled atop the other, if only to allow Satoru a moment to adjust, before proceeding. His fingertip then began to move, seeking out that spot that would send Satoru over the edge. Once he found that tight knot of muscle, he pushed gently into it, massaging it slowly.  ❝ How does this feel? Tell me if it’s too much… ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋, and Satoru didn't bother to hide that overwhelm from Suguru -- not like he really could, anyway. Since the very first time they kissed, touched, it became a well-known weakness of his simply via deprivation up until that point. Nobody really hugged him, he was too scary, and his family were all too engrossed in teaching him the politics involved in raising their clan to its peak height by using him to bother with things beyond holding his little hand when he was first learning to walk.

"Touch-starved" didn't fully cover it -- the instant Suguru and him had begun exchanging contact... leaning on his shoulder, a hand against his back, half-embraces after a lengthy mission -- fingers in his hair during a more pressing headache were enough to send shivers down his spine. Even the most innocent of lingering hands had Satoru's skin on fire in the most pleasant of ways. When they first kissed, he didn't realize his mouth could feel that much. His body, too. Oh, the ego-boost Suguru got when everything he did had such great reactions out of him... Satoru couldn't help it. Especially right now, Suguru was driving him crazy.

He practically writhed against the sheets, the last vestiges of composure melting away from him with the blooming heat that was almost unbearable. He couldn't stop the breathless sounds from pouring out of his mouth, a semi-coherent plea slipping into the mix. Suguru knew how to -- fuck ! No thoughts, just the way Suguru's mouth felt, the way his cock ached and wept and shockwaves of pleasure rolled through him at a relentless pace, again and again. The motion of Suguru's tongue, those fingers, that mouth... he was trembling with the way arousal was so tightly wound up within him that he felt explosive.

Azure eyes brimmed with tears for a whole new, far more pleasant reason -- though his mind burned, his body arching, pleasure near-painful. He could barely suck in enough air, it left him with winded moans ---- he had to remember to breathe back in, gasping, tossing his head to the left, right, mouth fallen agape in a silent shout. His fingers faltered in Suguru's hair for a moment, his body's muscles tensing before the inevitable rush of weakness overcame him. Fuck ---- edged by just how potent the pleasure was that he felt it panging in his throat, a croaked voice half-gasped, a plea somewhere in there but not to stop, never to stop.

❝ ---- t-too much, I'm -- ❞ words he'd never say in any other context were spoken freely now, in the safety of Suguru's ears alone. Don't stop, it whispered -- regardless of his whimper that could imply otherwise. It was all too much, this was too much, but fuck it felt good -- it felt so fucking good ----

Really, hypersensitivity had its perks sometimes; the pain-prickles of overstimulation actually aided in keeping him from completely fucking losing it five seconds in. He was edged by the intertwining pain of it all, the overwhelm so rich he forgot where he was, forgot he was just brimming with pleasure for a half-second's worth of time enough that he was tumbling back into it all again, whiplashed. His hips jerked again, the shockwave of Suguru nailing him from all angles made the matter a slippery slope, one that had him crying out without worry for his volume.

Satoru didn't care if someone overheard him. He only cared about the fact that Suguru demanded he come for him like this, triggering a heatwave so smothering he forgot how to breathe, how to think, his body taking on the task of responding with ease. Like Suguru flipped a switch in between fucking fondling him and sucking his cock so well he could never take himself in hand again to derive an ounce worth's of pleasure in comparison. Fucking hell.

Suguru was ruining him deliciously, he hoped he enjoyed the taste.

A white-hot flash, sweat slickened brow knit tight, and Satoru could do nothing but obey with a keening moan that his voice broke against, crashing waves surging through him with near-numbing pleasure. He was shaking like a leaf, thighs slumping into deadweight as he filled Suguru's mouth ---- not like he could've warned him, not like Suguru couldn't've seen that one coming from a mile away. Satoru trembled, fingers falling away from Suguru's hair to sprawl limp at his sides, chest heaving, eyes blinking back tears before they could fully spill over from his glassy gaze (one escaped him, trickling down his temple and into the sheets dusted by his hair) whilst he reeled.

Fuck.

sua lumina, sidus.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 —-- Satoru’s faint whisper as his palm moved to rest against Suguru’s cheek, holding him there as though he were some fragile thing.  He was sure that Satoru saw through him, at that moment… saw the absence of light around his thoughts, and the invisible force that gripped at his heart and mind in a way that Suguru had no possible way to articulate yet.  

And come back to him, he did —- Suguru would always come back to him.  This he knew with absolute certainty.

He had never shied away from Satoru’s gaze.  Not even then, as it seemingly pierced through him —-- Satoru looking at him in a way that left him feeling almost raw, undone.  While most others were put off or intimidated by the intensity of Satoru’s eyes, Suguru had always sought them out, preferring to see the other for everything he was.  Every little expression, every emotion, every thought easily read by the other —- often was the case with friends who spent almost every waking moment together.

Ah, but they weren’t just friends anymore, were they?  Not with those three important words hanging heavy in the air… hushed adorations pressed into skin, and ringing in ears as their worlds expanded.  They were in love with one another —- well and truly in love.  The realization hit Suguru again, his body warmed by the knowledge that those big, heavy feelings of his were reciprocated. 

Suguru’s lips had curled into a smile when Satoru lurched upwards, his nipple still caught between the curse user’s teeth.  Suguru knew all of his sounds by now, and what they meant —- when it was all too much, or not enough. His tongue had soothed the swollen bud, before he had considered applying the same treatment to the other… but Satoru’s cock was pressing up against him, hard and aching, and Suguru was such a generous lover.  He had wanted to taste him —- make Satoru feel good in a way that only he could.

Though Suguru had humored the other in his desire to rip his shirt off.  His oversized black tee had been pulled up over his muscular torso, only to remain in the heap of Satoru’s clothes on the floor, where they remained perfectly out of sight, out of mind.

Now, Suguru was focusing all of his attention on pleasing him —- his wet lips and tongue working Satoru’s cock, sliding up and down as his hand moved to gently cup and roll his balls against his calloused palm.  He could feel Satoru’s hands in his hair, tugging —- his moans a symphony to the curse user that made his own arousal grow almost painfully hard, pressed against the waistband of his sweats.  A groan vibrated around Satoru’s length, still lodged in Suguru’s throat as his eyes closed, trying desperately to keep his resolve to get Satoru off with his mouth before fucking him into the mattress.  He would make sure that Satoru slept so well, after this. 

❝ So needy, ❞  Suguru drawled, holding Satoru’s gaze as he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock.  ❝ Come for me like this, Satoru —- then, and only then, will I fuck you. ❞

The hand once applying gentle pressure and movement to Satoru’s scrotum slowly inched its way down further, only to tease what would come next —--- Suguru’s index finger running a feather-light circular motion around that sensitive rim, whilst he continued to run his tongue along the underside of Satoru’s dick, all the way from its base to the very tip before greedily taking him back into his mouth.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔'𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 -- -- akin to a line of smoke blown astray by a brief breeze. Satoru lifted to touch his fingers to Suguru's cheek, grazing against the smooth skin there as if to catch the smoke within his grasp, to cup it within his palm and keep it safe from the wispy winds, and whispered a nearly inaudible ❝ come back, ❞ without really thinking anything of it... it just felt natural to say that.

In the dim light of night Satoru's eyes were aglow, no longer subdued due to his focus fraying, but he was not in threat of being overcome by the world around him again. Right now, he was transfixed upon Suguru, the shape of him, the way the light touched around him -- creating a silhouette around his very soul, soft edges blooming in a halo effect. He could see it, see him, and oh, he was beautiful.

Kissing him felt natural, easy, and he melted into the other's mouth with every intention of staying there. They fit together so well that had he not been so sensitive (an aftereffect of having an innate ability that didn't allow random touches, everything had to be a deliberate lowering of his guard) then maybe Satoru would've lost track of where one body began and his ended.

But fuck, he was sensitive -- and Suguru knew that, Suguru probably delighted in the fact that he had yet to desensitize Satoru to his touch, his body, and every twitch and hitch of his breathing could further fuel his ego. Really, Satoru didn't ever expect Suguru to not get at least a little smug whenever he managed to make him flush and squirm from just a few roaming touches ---- but this was more than just some teases and a few deep kisses. This was passion -- and while he had thought them both quite seasoned with the subject of passion when it came to intimacy by now... this was a whole new realm of soul-binding desire.

He breathed in a bit sharply because damn, Suguru's hand on his skin never got old, tracing sparks of tingling arousal up his stomach with its pathway upward, dancing along his chest, making him catch a breath halfway in his throat -- fuck, Suguru knew all his weakest points, reputation be damned; he was the weakest fucking sorcerer of all when underneath Suguru's hands. He couldn't help but shudder again beneath him, legs and hips both shifting in a barely contained wiggle, thighs squeezing. He was happy to help pull his shirt up and over his head, quick to remedy the briefest disconnect of their mouths via lurching back into a crushing kiss, bruisingly needy, imploring Suguru to become as breathless as he felt right now.

Suguru, however, had other plans in mind when his mouth started to drift away, down the scarring on his neck -- enough to make Satoru's toes curl, the sensitivity different and heightened there, he had to turn his head in both a relenting to Suguru's wandering mouth and also because his face felt hot and probably three shades darker of a deep red. He hadn't ever gotten any scars before, so the strange dual-sensation of skin roughened yet vulnerable, bare, made him shiver and hiss out a breathy curse.

❝ -- fuck ------ ❞ That was teeth, that was Suguru's teeth -- he hadn't been hurt or anything, but he nearly yelped out that curseword with a gasped breath. He hoped Suguru would understand it was because that felt good, and that it had just startled him. Hopefully he wouldn't stop.

His brain was off when his body began to shimmy a little to help Suguru get the rest of his clothing off of him, on autopilot, fully aroused and utterly susceptible anything at the moment ---- but he was also deliberate in how he gripped onto Suguru's shirt and tugged at it akin to a demand -- ❝ -- take this shit off, ❞ he breathily implored, reckoning that in the seconds spent undressing him, Suguru could spare another second doing the same for himself. Cause otherwise? Hell no, he wasn't about to lay here naked underneath a fully clothed Suguru.

Not that Satoru could really stop the guy, because Suguru was on a mission -- that mission? Try and make his brain short-circuit as many times as possible within a brief time period. Down that head of dark hair went, down that roaming mouth wandered ---- and down went Satoru's final wall of restraint. Fuck.

❝ You're ---- fuck -- ...ing ruthless ---- ❞ he said with all manner of endearment and sexual frustration combined, body alight with rapid-fire rounds of fireworks, arousal brimming and pooling to his cock now at the focus of Suguru's too-smooth and perfect fucking mouth. His hips bucked against his best attempt to keep them from doing otherwise. ❝ S--... Suguru, that's not ---- fair -- Suguru -- ! ❞ He couldn't help but bleed out a teeth-gritting groan that he tried to swallow, failing completely. His fingers found Suguru's scalp, gripping tight in a way that he hoped didn't hurt but by fucking hell he needed to anchor himself ---- he wanted ---- fuck, that mouth -- !

He was gripping onto Suguru's hair like a lifeline, shuddering, tossing his head aside with a squeeze shut of that vibrant and aglow gaze, holding half-hitched breaths so hard inward he felt like he was burning inside, another moan melting out his mouth before he could stop it with his teeth. His hips bucked against his will again, back arching from the mattress, sweat gleaming and glistening across his skin from in the low light let in through the curtains, sparkling like starlight. Absolutely criminal, how good Suguru was with him -- but he didn't want it this way, he wanted ---- he wanted --

❝ Ssssuguru, I -- swear to... fucking -- everything... ❞ He gasped out for air, for a word of coherency before Suguru's mouth took it all from him. Piercing eyes shot down through the mess of pale hair strewn across his face, the world's sky and oceans intertwined within them, cutting. ❝ ---- if you don't -- ffffuck me right now, I'll beat your ass. ❞

Last day

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 that hearing Satoru say it, much less think it, mean it, forced a pained, almost strangled laugh to escape his mouth. His eyes were glassy as he gazed back at his best friend, wondering what the fuck he could have possibly done to ever be considered perfect to the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. 

If he had been perfect, Riko wouldn’t have gotten shot directly in front of him.  He wouldn’t have been felled by the same man that shot her, either —-- the man that he had left Satoru to face alone.  He wouldn’t have had these two scars seared permanently into his chest to remind him of his failures, either.

He had become a jujutsu sorcerer to protect non-sorcerers.  And yet here were those same non-sorcerers, applauding the death of another human being.  Putting up ransoms and death threats like they were nothing.

What was he doing this for, again?  Why was he sacrificing himself for those weaker than him, when they couldn’t possibly care any less about him? Was it really about the moral high ground, doing the ‘right thing’?

Just a few hours ago, he had convinced Satoru not to slaughter some of the most vile non-sorcerers that he had ever encountered.  And now, he was second guessing that decision. A battle had begun in the curse user’s very heart and soul, threatening to undo everything he had ever stood for.

The droning hum of applause loomed in the back of his mind, building in intensity as this dark train of thought carried on —-- but Suguru wanted nothing more than to lose himself in Satoru.  He wanted to distance himself from these feelings, even if only for tonight. He would fall apart another time… dissect these feelings another time.

Suguru poured all of his energy and focus into the man below him, who was currently running his fingers through his darker tresses.  He listened to the way Satoru moaned, and the taste of that shameless cry as he greedily swallowed it down.  Suguru kissed him roughly, deeply —- so thoroughly, that the shadows of darkness looming over his every thought and desire began to dispel. He could feel Satoru’s arousal through his sweats, wanting nothing more than to shed the layers of clothing between them.  The curse user’s free hand shifted down towards the hem of Satoru’s shirt, intent on feeling his soft, pale skin, and the lean muscle underneath. With a few quick motions, Suguru had removed the garment, tossing it onto the floor without a care in the world.

Suguru was back on him, then, pressing Satoru down into the mattress, and rutting into him through those sweats, desperate for friction.  He could feel Satoru’s fist gripping at the back of his shirt, but more than that, he could feel the other’s impatience growing —-- the way he all but begged against Suguru’s mouth, drawing out a moan of his own as his cock twitched in want.

Satoru wanted…. And oh, so did Suguru. He felt dizzy with desire as he ran a hand up the other’s torso, the tips of his fingers casually grazing a sensitive nipple along the way.  Suguru’s hand stilled once over Satoru’s heart, eager to feel his pulse quicken. ❝ You have all of me, ❞ he replied, his voice quiet, reserved only for him.  He pressed another kiss to his mouth, before journeying further south —-- his mouth hot and wet as it roved across Satoru’s skin, though careful to move gently over the plethora of fresh scars Toji had so cruelly left behind.  Suguru tugged at Satoru’s other nipple with his teeth, before kissing away any residual pain, leaving room only for pleasure as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. His free hand reached into Satoru’s sweatpants, then, palming his erection through his boxers as he kissed his way down his abs, and hips.

Suguru held Satoru’s gaze as he worked his pants and underwear down past his knees. He was grateful for any help Satoru offered in removing the clothing from his body, wanting to get him naked and breathless underneath him as quickly as possible. His eyes remained focused on Satoru as he dipped his head lower, and eagerly took the head of his cock into his mouth.  Suguru savored the salty taste of him, lapping at the bead of precum there, before running his thick tongue down the length of him. Suguru became ravenous with desire, then —- a groan rumbling in his throat as he took Satoru in fully, intent on swallowing him down as deep as he could before coming back up for air.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, often times with firm words or downright aggression as he attempted to stop whatever guilt swelled up inside his friend if left to his own thoughts for too long. It was true, mental health wasn't in any way regarded as a necessity, but Satoru hardly dwelled on that -- how could he be aware of a flawed way of life when it was the only life he knew? Since he was a literal fucking infant his life was never about how he felt or what his heart needed... it was about what his powers could do, and the value he provided to his clan as well as the world of sorcerers. It was never a matter of asking him how he felt about one thing or the other, it was how his powers were excelling, if he could handle this mission or that, and how to best expedite his growth of power -- as if it hadn't already been enough.

It never seemed to be enough. He never seemed to be enough.

With Suguru, he was seemingly enough. That felt funny to think about, cliche and stupid and yet it perfectly encapsulated how he felt with the other -- whenever they bickered, downright brawled, whenever they went on missions together and especially when they had downtime together... he just felt right. Happy. And right now? Despite the emotions that lingered from his worry of wrongness, he felt right -- pulled back into himself by Suguru's smooth tone, his warm mouth on his neck doing all kinds of things to derail whatever gloom dared try to linger.

The neck was a vulnerability even for people without an added layer of Infinity guarding it, so it felt nearly doubly so to have lips and teeth against the skin there when the last thing that had touched his neck had been a knife less than twenty-four hours ago. He was very sensitive, too, to touch ---- quite evident with the way a mere nip at his neck had Satoru subtly squirm underneath the other. Suguru knew the extent of that, of course, because he was the only one permitted to push, to test, to tease, to ravage, to explore unhindered.

Unguarded, Satoru felt naked even when fully clothed at times like these, but despite it all... and most of all... he felt safe. Suguru was his own Infinity, in a way; if the other's body was against him, the essence of Suguru enveloped him the same way Infinity did. Warmer, though -- much warmer.

He felt safe enough to bare his heart, and so he had. Unashamed as always, albeit he could certainly feel his face burning the longer Suguru's eyes remained locked with his own during his confession. Satoru was accustomed to being told his gaze was intimidating, powerful, gorgeous... but damn, Suguru's eyes were fucking drop-dead beautiful. Stunning. He could see him past those eyes, too, in a newer way -- like he was reflecting through the back end of those orbs and looking inward, seeing... -- the indescribable.

❝ Fuck, you're perfect. ❞ He couldn't help but blurt it out, in the midst of his admissions of attraction, of love -- how could he not find Suguru perfect?

And hell, he wasn't good at smoking by any means (Shoko and Suguru, overcome by laughter, watching as he doubled over hacking up a lung because he dragged at an offered cigarette too hard) but he found that he loved the distant taste of it when Suguru's tongue pressed past his lips. Smokey tea. He didn't mind getting cut off, though he did enjoy saying Suguru's name and he knew the other enjoyed hearing it -- he was far too happy to cease talking altogether if it meant kissing him like this.

With Suguru leaning down over him, bodies pressing together, Satoru couldn't deny the heat that was bubbling up underneath his skin, electric and surging with how hungry Suguru was, how hot the undertones of ceased restraint were when Suguru was normally so composed. Satoru reached out to curl his fingers into Suguru's hair near the nape of his neck, undoing whatever semblance of a bun the guy had -- nope, he wanted to tangle his grasp into those sleek strands. He wanted ---- fuck, good thing they were on the same wavelength because the grinding of Suguru's hips made Satoru's mind go blank, static and friction and fireworks sparking down his spine, an utterly shameless moan spilling out of his mouth and into Suguru's own. Heightened sensitivity to touch be damned -- Suguru would've gotten that reaction out of him even if his skin was made of stone.

He bit at Suguru's lower lip and teased it between his teeth, his other hand not buried into the dark tresses of the man atop him moving in favor of gripping onto Suguru's shirt nice and firmly near the small of the man's back, pushing down with weight to make sure their bodies didn't have any space spared between them.

❝ -- want you, Suguru ---- ❞ He breathed out against that mouth a panted plea, practically begging -- no ounce of shame in him, only love and lust intertwined. The thrumming race of his heartbeat felt akin to a song, a surge and swell of emotions that had his eyes glassy alongside the haze of desire. You let me be vulnerable without it being my undoing, without it making me any less strong. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours and no one else's --