, Sugurus Gaze Brought Back Up To Meet With Satorus As He Spoke Of All Nighters. He Had No Doubt In

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.

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

this is more than just a memory, it's the quiet place where everything that's warm and real inside of me still lives....

black math ⋅ the neighbourhood ⋅ thom yorke ⋅ famy ⋅ message to bears ⋅ iamx ⋅ saysh ⋅ young the giant ⋅ tribal blood ⋅ sleep token ⋅ break my fucking sky ⋅ bad omens ⋅ saint mesa ⋅ radical face ⋅ crywolf ⋅ arcade fire. original art: Deltapork.

[🎜] 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍.

[ 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,”

Veronica Roth // Charlotte Eriksson

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.