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[gutties]

That's not really a thing that happens, is it?

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[gurge]

[ the shift of Gojou's body closer changes his angle ever so slightly and it has him stuttering, slowing, trembling; there's a chest to his back and he trusts it, that when he arches and the connecting points of their hips and shoulders meet, he can rest the weight of his head back over his shoulder, sending black hair tumbling over him instead. and it feels almost unfair — that Gojou would know how to fuck him so well for as infrequently as he gets to do it, how he finds that painfully, sinfully good angle and just wrings everything out of him he possibly can. ]

[ his thighs burn, belly tight, balls drawn up — and still he fights it, tries to push it off, tries to just enjoy what it feels like to have his best friend buried, stretching, pounding against what makes him squirm and writhe with ecstasy. with his head resting on Gojou's shoulder, his eyes are cloudy and sightless with the haze of absolute rapture. ]

Yes— yes, yes, just like that... oh god...

[ his cock pulses where it's balanced on the bone of Gojou's thumb — until it isn't, until it's in his fist and he pulls the ripcord in time with those teeth sinking into his throat. his flesh throbs between his fangs as though his blood were trying to enter him too. ]

Wait— [ but it's too late. he tells him to come but he's already there, tells him to make a mess but he's already throbbing and spilling, an overflowing, thick stream of semen pouring steadily out, and the sound he makes is part anguished sob and part euphoric yelp. his insides twitch and spasm and clench at absolutely nothing, and the emptiness plunges him sharply down, despairing what he lost in the same heartbeats that flood him with endorphins. it's the joy of falling into the sky running in tandem with knowing you're about to hit the ground. ]

[ he turns his head to look at him, convulsing in those throes as his hand forces him to ride it out... but his brows are pinched up and his expression is grief. ]

—back in, put it back in— [ his own fingers are scrambling to find him, too fucking messed up to do it himself, he's almost crying: ] Come inside me, you asshole...

[blackhourglass]

Consider it done, babe.

[infinitease]

[ it's only that he knows him so well that he can wring this much pleasure out of getou - he has good eyes, remember? eyes that remember things that make getou writhe and beg and wring himself dry like this - that have memorized each moment they've spent together to commit to memory. even if he doesn't get the chance much, gojo doesn't like opportunities to go to waste.

getou is beautiful when he comes. for all he usually praises gojo for it, he doesn't think anything holds a candle to the knit of his brows, the haziness in his eyes when he's toppling over the edge. gojo's got his face pressed flush against getou's throat, watching him come and panting against his ear as he's about ready to fall off the edge after him - when getou turns his head and grits through the convulsions, begs him to put it back in and come inside him.

gojo groans and shoves his head against getou's shoulder, cursing and laughing breathlessly. ] Yeah? You want it back in? You told me you wanted to come all over it, you should be more clear about what you want next time, Suguru.

[ his teeth grit hard and he shifts getou's hips up, the head of his cock bumping against him before he tugs getou flush against him once more, plunging right in to bottom out. ] Fuck! [ gojo inhales sharp at the hot, velvet squeeze around him again, hips jerking as he thrusts into getou. he finds that same familiar spot and fucks into it, grinding the crown and panting.

maybe because he's worked up by getou's request to have him inside, maybe because he's just a little shit, gojo starts working his hand around getou again, stroking him through the overstimulation. he's not sure how long it takes, he's half out of it with the haze of being buried deep in getou and fucking him in the fancy restaurant he brought him to, kimono long strewn to the floor, but gojo rails into him hard and merciless until he wrings another vicious orgasm out of getou, finally letting himself fall at the same time. he has to sink his teeth into a mouthful of getou's shoulder to keep quiet through it, hips trembling and jerking as he fills him up, squeezes the last of the come from the tip of getou's cock as stars obscure his vision.

gojo's shuddering in the aftermath, chest and shoulders heaving with the force of it. ] You okay? [ he releases getou's length finally and slides the hand up his stomach, stroking it through little residual spasms. his clean hand reaches up smooth long, dark tendrils of hair out of getou's face, brushing a thumb along his jaw as he presses a kiss to his cheek, another to his temple sweetly. ] You were so good, Suguru...

[wisecracking_shot]

You're the babe here.

Fraction and Aja gave us such goods with the loft design. RIP Grills

[ziedrich_bearer]

Won the building? How do you even do that?

[Gladio of course has no problem with stairs. Heading up is just so fucking easy.]

This sure doesn't look like the roof and sauna, Clint. Not that I'm complaining.

[anormalman]

Sure I will. I'd say I'm a pretty decent cook.

So if there's anything you want me to make, just let me know, okay?

[gurge]

[ it knocks the wind out of him. he knew Gojou would do anything he asks and more, but so suddenly being filled again robs him of breath, throws his head back with shut eyes and ajar mouth in a silent but bliss-out scream. wasn't what he expected. he loves that about it— about Gojou— the addictive and contagious mix of trustworthy and wild. his hips buck and Getou's legs open wider for him, hips angling, pushing back into him... ]

[ you wouldn't think he'd have the energy to do it, but he's rocking back into him as Gojou starts bucking again, a whipcord of tightness channeling up his body from that searing nudge of his lover's cock where drives him crazy until it's at the nape of his neck, the back of his skull, a burning bloom in his lungs. his body is athletic and broad, and he likes the lactic burn of pushing muscle too far, working himself too hard. more than that, he likes the way Gojou fucks, raw and savage and pleasure-focused — everything he was raised, has taught himself not to be. ]

Sorry, I'll... draw you a map next ti- ah! Satoru....!

[ it seems they both need a little assistance, because the second Gojou's hand wraps around him, his goes to his mouth to suppress a broken cry; it becomes a swallowed grunt low in his throat, and with his fingers still clapped over his mouth and heaving that breath through his nose, those fucked-out, black eyes stay pointed right at him in his peripherals, watching him through every spasm and ache and twist of overstimulation, eagerly accepting everything he's given. his other hand — well, that one's a little more devious, slipping between his legs and settled on the other side of where Gojou's wrist lays to keep jacking him off, the bastard — ]

[ fingertips press and knead the root of his impaling cock as it pulls out... and when he's pushing in, Getou returns the same love he'd received, rolling his balls around in the wet, cum-slicked mess he did indeed make. the second orgasm that rips through him with absolutely no refractory period is even better than the first: maybe because of that added bit of pain, of discomfort, of accomplishment in pushing through... but more than likely because he feels Gojou throbbing inside of him, swelling and stroking and, best of all, spilling liquid heat inside of him, molten, full. his weight sags, and even though he can feel the hot trickle of it trying to escape, he presses Gojou's sack up to form as tight a seal as he can to keep it in. ]

[ feeling him shudder makes him do it too, a feedback loop he basks in with afterglow from every overwrought sensation. the constantly-brimming network of his thoughts has faded back into a dull, electric buzz he no longer needs or wants to acknowledge. he feels drunk, safe, and loved. ]

Mm... me? [ his laugh is soft, shaky. already so attentive, he catches Gojou's mouth with his own, licking him open, looking at him through smoky and reverent eyes. there's a knock on the door and he flinches, his insides clamping down on him again in shock... and after a few quick heartbeats, he clears his throat and calls: ] Please come back later.

[kunigami]

You wanna meet at that burger and shake place?

[flashfirefist]

I want to be worthy of that.

[missingen10]

oh yeah! that had a great menu last time!

[shiro2hero]

I am really easy to please.

I mean I'm terrible in the kitchen so. Anything. Really.

[amightywind]

YOU CAN'T! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

I'M SPEAKING THE TRUTH, AND I'LL KEEP SPEAKING IT! FOREVER!

[infinitease]

[ gojo almost wishes they were somewhere else, somewhere more private so he could hear the fractured noise that nearly makes it out of getou's throat. he's so rarely vocal, it feels like a crime to lose any exclamation of pleasure, no matter how small.

he doesn't let up in his pace, even when suguru decides to be a real shit and reach around to tease him while he's fucking him, trying to hold out from coming until he's sure that second orgasm is a sure thing. the second time is better than the first somehow - getou's body is heavy and slower from the lack of time between orgasms, clumsy almost, but his orgasm hits him hard and it's nothing but ecstasy to ride it out, fill him up and know that getou is desperate keep it inside him, that it'll be dripping out of him for the rest of the night until they get back to school.

gojo is still panting hard when getou turns and licks into his mouth, letting his arms wind around getou's midsection and paw at him possessively. ]

Yeah, you. [ he mumbles into his ear, glancing up at the knock on the door frame. this time, getou manages to get his voice beneath him enough to ask them to come back later. a grin spreads into that damp, oil-slick hair and gojo gives a playful thrust up into suguru. ] We'll call when we're ready to order!

[ once the shadow retreats, gojo nuzzles his face back into the curve of getou's neck, kissing along the line of his pulse, the sharp jut of his jaw, before licking into his mouth again greedily. a hand slides up the other side of getou's neck and jaw, cupping it and pulling him deeper into the kiss. it's sloppy and warm, gojo's arm wound around suguru's waist and cock still buried deep in him. ]

Thirsty? [ gojo pulls back, brushes a thumb over his chin before swiping a glass from the table, pouring the sake into his mouth before leaning in to kiss getou again, slipping the liquid from his tongue down getou's throat, licking his mouth clean afterward. ]

[blastedass]

WATCH ME!!

LETS SEE YOU DO THAT WITHOUT YOUR TONGUE OR FINGERS!!

GRILLS :( Such a shock for me

[deathbeforedecaf]

I won it from some tracksuits. They were trying to up the rent and make this place unaffordable for some really good folks. I gave them a pile of money and won the street war, so it's mine now.

[ He leads Gladio through the apartment and to the door leading out onto the roof. ]

Patience, man.

it was the most painful

[ziedrich_bearer]

I'm good at patience most days, but I had a really intense spar with Cor today, and I'm sore in about seventeen different places. I could stand for the heat.

[And he's happy to follow Clint out.]

[kunigami]

a little starter over here for you

[hometown]

( continued! )

[hometown]

( continued! )

[redhourglass]

i'll take it
address?

and that's why it was optional

that whole run was full of emotion

[deathbeforedecaf]

[ Clint leads him out to the rooftop, where behind a little box garden, there's a small building. Gladio is huge, so it might be a bit tight for the two of them, but Clint's sure he can make it work. ]

There it is. Already fired up and everything. It should set you right.

[gurge]

[ of course he wouldn't be able to resist teasing him when there's someone right there to hear it; he's sated but not stupid. to keep that little sound buried in the back of his throat, he occupies his mouth with sucking the lobe of his ear into his mouth, rolling that tender new piercing around on his tongue, content enough to thwart him in this when he's let him take full advantage of their situation all evening already. he isn't exactly the only one getting spoiled here. ]

[ after all... isn't this something like... their first official date? the first time they ever addressed it openly, called it what it was, showed up with giddy paws eager to explore and play. it makes him happier than he thinks he has any right to be. ]

[ his free hand, the one not still pinning them together, follows Gojou's around his waist and guides it gently; he presses his palm and those long fingers low on his flat belly, as though he were trying to get him to stroke his own dick still buried in him through muscle and sinew. it starts a shivery little rhythm that has him groaning low and soft, tender and defenseless, as he sucks on Gojou's tongue, curls and presses and wrangles with it, eager to share every sensory delight they can muster. and when he drinks, he does so deeply, the cold whip of sake down his tongue doing absolutely nothing to stop the clouds from rolling in. it tastes better when run through someone else's tongue, gone nectar-sweet. ]

[ two things paradoxically exist inside of Getou at the same time, after all: discipline and a love of indulgence. maybe it's the severity of his restrictions upon himself that make him so prone to temptation — Gojou's temptation specifically, for better or worse. he doesn't want to stop kissing him or sitting on his cock or getting every inch of his body worshipped and admired, spoiled under the attention of the Six Eyes and the infatuation of their wielder. the sake is best joined by the fish; he joins Gojou in fetching things off the table, pinching the soft flesh of pink fish between his fingers and dropping it in his mouth as his head leans back on that shoulder again, recumbent. the meat is so tender and fresh it melts on his tongue. his praise for the chef is a purr, eyes lidding. ]

Satoru... [ his hand lays back on his, lacing their fingers together on top of his stomach. his voice is soft and sincere, head shifting to look at him again. ] Thank you... for tonight.

[infinitease]

[ he did promise to spoil getou, and he certainly deserves it after taking all the loving abuse gojo has thrown at him this evening. after all, it's their first official date, and gojo won't ever let him forget he got to fuck getou on it, not the other way around.

but it would have been fine the other way too. anything would be fine, because he's here with getou and that's all gojo needs to be content - have that comforting weight on top of him, getou's soft eyes and smile.

the hand pressing at the tanned skin of getou's stomach, he can almost feel it against his cock and it has him rutting up lazily into the rhythm as they kiss, rewarding getou's moan with one of his own. gojo considers himself someone that delights in feasting the senses, but getou might just have him beat these days. the easy way the fish slides down the thick column of his throat, the lidded purr in praise of it. getou's quickly developing a taste for the finer things in life that is particularly dangerous for a man like gojo who finds joy in the sheer indulgence of spoiling himself or someone else.

he's always been of the mind that he's entitled to his family fortune, the trust fund he'll soon have unlimited access to. it's what he deserves for carrying the gojo clan on his back, shouldering the weight of his own destiny and the safety of the world.

gojo never expected to have anyone to share that burden with. is more than thrilled to have someone to join him in reaping the rewards. getou looks at him from that perch on gojo's shoulder, laces their fingers together. ] Hah?

You don't have to thank me... I said I'd look after you. [ he pauses, considers all the things getou has told him over the years... and he purses his lips, chews around the words before finally mumbling - ] Thanks. For letting me take you out. Officially.

[ the next piece of fish fetched from the table is pale and shimmering, and gojo slides it along getou's lower lip before placing it on his tongue and dragging his own down getou's through as he swallows. ]

[vestments]

( he sends an address of a brownstone townhouse ostensibly linked to marc spector — not, perhaps surprisingly, steven grant given the myriad of properties under marc spector-steven grant-jake lockley triangle that are steven's and not marc's (and even fewer that are in jake's name). at one point — briefly, a not uncommon example of marc jumping into questionable decisions feet first off the back of even more questionable mental health — it was an art gallery, co-owned with a JEAN-PAUL DUCHAMP, former mercenary, longtime former acquaintance of SPECTOR's.

after its short-lived time as a gallery, it'd been somewhere marc had lived (briefly, again) after his FACE CARVING fiasco, after marlene had broken up with him for the god knows numbered time. now, it's mostly disused and vaguely forgotten about except for when it comes in useful. )

Excuse the dust.
If you get there first, I'm sure you can find a way in.

So many emotions. And such great design.

[ziedrich_bearer]

[Oh, they can. If they want to. Just have to use the buddy system for it.]

Awesome. I guess I should get into my towel.