, , -- Satorus Faint Whisper As His Palm Moved To Rest Against Sugurus Cheek, Holding Him There As Though

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. ❞

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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

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[ 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

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