, - Though He Was Certainly The More Obvious Of The Two. Suguru Had Grown Accustomed To The Sensation

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.

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.

[ 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,”

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.

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