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Next thing he knows, he’s being dragged out of bed by Itadori, who looks wide awake now. Satoru puts on his uniform all while mumbling incoherent words, his mind putting up walls against the idea that he has to deal with time travel today!

He’s not sure when it happens, but Itadori drags him all the way to the cafeteria and sits him down at the table, a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“You’re really kinda cute when you’re cranky.” He says, ruffling Satoru’s hair as he sits face first on the table.

The pancakes do smell good.

“What was that? Who’s cute?~” Gojo appears out of nowhere, behind them.

“Sensei!” Itadori jumps comically and Satoru is awake enough to snort.

“Yuuji. Are those my pancakes!?” Gojo settles his chin on top of Itadori’s head.

Itadori looks at him upside down.

“I made enough for, uh- both of you?” He says, frowning at the strange concept, still.

“How are you awake at this hour?” Satoru asks himself.

“I’ve been bored to death for two years, how do you figure?~” Gojo says and ok, that makes sense.

He sits down when Itadori brings another plate of pancakes.

“You’re a blessing, Yuji~.” Gojo tells him, ruffling his hair affectionately. Itadori turns to pudding at the praise, and Satoru makes eye-contact with him while it happens. He raises his head from his arms, wiggles his eyebrows and mouths a word. Itadori frowns in confusion but Gojo gets it.

“Don’t be rude to Yuji!” He scolds, clicking his tongue in Satoru’s direction.

“You’re being an idiot.” Satoru tells him. “Grow some fucking eyes.”

“You did not just make that joke.” Gojo snorts, his hand grabbing a fork to stab at the pancakes.

“Wasn’t a joke~.” Satoru corrects, a wide smile in place. Gojo looks at him but he doesn’t ask. Satoru groans, and gets up, suddenly feeling petty. Annoyed. “Gosh, you’re frustrating, I don’t know how he stands you!” He rounds the table, sitting next to Itadori. “Yuji!”

“Yes!?” Itadori jumps, confusion coloring his face. “What?”

“This idiot doesn’t get it, unless you tell him. That, or he’s playing dumb for some fucking reason I can’t conceive! And you’re just letting him go with it.”

“Uh, I am?“

“Goddamnit, both of you!” Satoru groans, looking at Gojo, who is looking at him and Itadori with that stupid blindfold over his face. Satoru grabs Itadori by the neck and promptly plunges his tongue into his mouth. Gojo’s fork clatters against the plate, and Itadori blinks fast a couple of times. “Close your eyes,” Satoru tells him quietly, licking over Itadori’s lips, coaxing him into kissing back. Itadori is obviously reluctant to relax. His heart is rapid and so loud against Satoru’s hand. “It’s ok, he won’t get mad.” Satoru promises. Itadori seems to finally give in, relaxing under his hand. He kisses back, slowly, his hands coming up to grab at Satoru’s hair.

Satoru opens his eyes, to purposefully look at Gojo, without breaking their kiss. Gojo’s mouth is slightly open, his fingers having slipped under his blindfold, revealing only one of his eyes. Satoru smirks just as Gojo frowns at him. Itadori makes a small noise into his mouth, and it startles him into breaking their kiss abruptly.

“Ah-” He pulls back, dazed, turning to look at his teacher.

“Who said you could stop?~” Gojo purrs lazily, a strange glint in his eye.

“Sensei?” Itadori frowns, blushing. “Sorry, this is weird.”

“Not at all~.” Gojo denies, crossing one of his feet on the other side of the bench. He pats the space between his legs.

“C’mere, Yuji."

Itadori goes, until he’s close enough for Gojo to pull him in, back to chest. His hands press against Itadori’s tummy, his head dropping in the crook of Itadori’s neck.

“Uhm, Satoru?” Itadori says, looking overwhelmed.

“I’m here, baby.” Satoru says, closing the distance, and pretty much bracketing Itadori between them. He pulls Itadori’s legs over his thighs, slotting them together.

“Kinky~.” His future-self whistles, blindfold still crooked to one side. Itadori looks back and forth between them, warm and confused. Gojo grabs his cheeks, holding him in place, so Satoru kisses him. Itadori’s muffled sounds get lost in his mouth; Gojo’s hands slip under his uniform after a few moments, bunching it up, his abdominal muscles visibly twitching under his fingers.

“That’s it, Yuji.” Gojo praises, as Satoru kisses him into oblivion. Gojo mouths at his neck, every now and then biting or sucking at one spot.

“Sensei...” Itadori mumbles, his hands reaching up behind him to go around Gojo’s neck.

“Hm?~”

Satoru pulls back for air, watches Gojo’s thumb slips into Itadori’s mouth, pressing on his tongue. Itadori hums around it, looking up at Satoru with a feverish look which makes all his blood turn south.

“Yuuji, you like being touched by the both of us?” Gojo teases, biting into his cheek. Satoru likes seeing him like this, ravaged between the two of them. It’s a kink he didn’t know was possible, even.

Itadori blinks, dazed. “Yes,” He says, his voice muffled by the finger still in his mouth. Gojo pulls it out eventually, slick and wet, only to suck it into his own mouth.

“Hmm, is that what you were doing in my absence? Did he take your first kiss, Yuji? Did he touch you where nobody did before?”

“Yes.” Yuji says, a tad embarrassed, but Gojo’s invasive questions seem to turn him on, Satoru notices.

“Mmm, what a naughty student you are, Yuji. Letting him take you like that~.” Gojo’s hand slips inside Yuji’s pants, pulls his cock out. It’s already hard and red, bobbing against his stomach. Gojo pumps him, deliberately slow. He’s talking into Yuji’s ear, low, this time lacking any semblance of playfulness. “Tell me, Yuji. Did he touch your cock, like this?” He presses on the slit, rubs his thumb over it, watches as it starts to leak under his hand.

Yuji moans, clinging to his teacher, his face flushed red, mouth open and eyes glazed over. “Nn, yes, he did! He- he touched me, everywhere-”

Fuck, Satoru hadn’t seen Itadori looking so lewd before.

It’s an instant turn on, and he’s already hard, just from watching him get teased by Gojo like that. He can’t help it. He pulls himself out, pumps his dick while taking in the sight of them.

“Oh, did he make you come with his mouth? Did you suck his cock, Yuji?”

“Yees, ah- Sensei,” Yuji’s head rolls on Gojo’s chest, his bangs damping with sweat.

Gojo keeps pumping him, sucking marks into his neck, biting hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, Yuji, look at you. So needy. Did you look like this under him too? Did you beg him to touch you, to put his mouth on you?” Yuji moans, but he doesn’t say anything. His breathing is laboured, his eyes glued on Gojo’s hand teasing his slit, pulling at his cock.

“Did you, Yuji?” Gojo says it like a command, gripping Yuji’s base tight, pausing his hand.

“I did, he did. Sensei, please-” He looks amazing, begging like that, and Satoru almost comes just from the sight of it.

“Did he fuck you, Yuji?”

“N-no.” Yuji shakes his head slightly.

Gojo resumes his ministrations, and his mouth stretches into a wide, gleeful grin. “Oh?~ I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Tell me, Yuji, did he eat you out? Did he lick your hole open?" Gojo's voice lowers into a whisper, brushing over Itadori's ear. "-put his fingers inside you?”

Yuji keens, as if the very image Gojo is painting is enough to bring him to orgasm.

Fuck, that's hot!

He fails to give an answer though; Gojo slaps his cheek, once, though it's pretty light.

“Did he?”

“He didn’t- he didn’t!” Yuji cries, and there’s actual tears in his eyes, as Gojo keeps denying him his release at the last second.

“What a pity~.” Gojo says, grinning too wide to be honest. His one visible eye is almost glowing, a manic look on his face. “We’re gonna have to change that, Yuji. Gonna have to train you nice and good, so you’ll crave it every time you look at him, hm?”

Is that how Satoru looks sometimes?

“You want that, Yuji?” Gojo hums close to his ear, licks a long stripe of saliva along his neck, his face. “You want Sensei’s cock?”

“Fff- fuck- yes, yes, I do. Gojo-Sensei, please!”

Damn, this is the first time Gojo touches him, and he’s already turned Itadori into a mess- made him look like this! Satoru feels strangely jealous for a second, before he remembers that it's him, but older, with a lot more experience. And a lot of imagination, it seems.

It’s him that Itadori Yuji wants.

It’s him that gets to put his hands on him, touch him everywhere, fuck him silly until he’s ruined for anyone else.

“Good boy, Yuji~.” Gojo coos. “Such an obedient little student you are. Always eager to please me; always craving my praise. Did you think I wouldn't notice?”

“Nn.” Yuji doesn't deny any of it.

“Yes, baby. You’re so good, you deserve all the praise. Sensei’s favourite student. So perfect.” He nuzzles Yuji’s face before he resumes pumping his dick. It’s already this wet just from precome. “Tell me, Yuji, did you imagine it was me, while you let him touch you like that?”

Satoru looks up, making eye-contact with Gojo. He’s wondered about it himself, as weird as that is.

Yuji shakes his head, though. “I didn’t have to- Satoru is you. He’s Gojo-Sensei, and- ah!” Yuji arches into his teacher’s hand, gasping. “And I love- both of you. I want you. Sensei, I want every version of you there is.”

Oh my god.

Gojo stills, his mouth open in surprise. Then in an instant, he lifts Yuji in his arms, stepping off the bench, all ministrations forgotten.

“Sensei?” Yuji asks, unsure.

Satoru has an idea of what Gojo’s reaction means. They are the same person after all. Gojo leaves the kitchen in big strides, Yuji clinging to him, dazed and confused. Gojo looks down at him, finally, an unsettlingly wide grin stretching his lips.

“Yuji, I’m going to ruin you~.” He promises. Satoru is totally on board with that idea.

-

Yuji’s head is resting on Gojo’s lap; Satoru is hovering above him, not quite touching him. Gojo is holding Yuji’s chin up, a hand on each cheek.

“…want him, Yuji?” He asks quietly. Yuji is dazed, looking up at Satoru, his hands twitching on Satoru’s waist.

“I need him.. please.” His voice is so needy, it drives Satoru crazy.

Gojo strokes his cheeks lightly. “Alright. You can have him.”

Satoru grabs Yuji’s cock in his hand, lining it up with his entrance before he sinks down on it. Yuji’s eyes are rolling in the back of his head for a moment, a moan pulling out of him. The stretch burns pleasantly, filling him up all the way.

“Satoru.” Yuji’s hips snap- hard, like he can’t control it. Satoru groans, throwing his head back.

“Not yet, baby.” Gojo scolds. To Satoru he says, “Hold him down.” Satoru does so, bracing his hands against Yuji’s waist to hold him in place. Yuji whines, to which Gojo grins, all teeth. “Be patient, Yuji,” He murmurs in his ear, “He’s going to ride you, nice and slow.” Gojo bites his cheek lightly.

“Sensei. Please- I can’t-“

“Shhh,” Gojo slips two fingers in Yuji’s mouth, effectively shutting him up. “You can take it Yuji, I know you can.”

Yuji moans around his fingers, droll sliding down his chin, but he stills, obedient to Gojo's gentle command. Satoru takes that as a sign that he can start riding him. He slides Yuji’s cock out, keeping just the head in, then comes down on it, as deep as it’ll go. Yuji is looking at him; Satoru gives him a cheeky smile, maintaining the eye-contact. He fucks himself on Yuji’s cock, slow and tortorous, delighting in the way Yuji moans around Gojo’s fingers; the way he looks at Satoru, like he wants to devour him.

“Such a greedy boy, Yuji~.” Satoru coos, slamming himself down, hard, feeling Yuji’s cock grind against his prostate just for a moment. Yuji’s answer is a long groan- he looks like he’s just bitten Gojo’s fingers in the process.

“Ah! Bad boy, Yuji. You bit me.” Gojo clicks his tongue, taking his fingers out. He slaps Yuji’s cheek lightly a few times.

“Sorry- Sensei, please. I need to- ah!” Satoru doesn’t let him finish that sentence, keeps pressing down on him, up, down- up and down.

“Should we let him come?” Gojo asks, muffling Yuji’s mouth with his palm.

“Mm, just a little more.” Satoru says, bending close to Yuji’s face, cock deep inside him. “Hold on for me, baby. We’re almost there.”

Yuji looks at him with desperate eyes, big and shiny with lust. His fingers are digging so hard into Satoru’s waist, there’s going to be bruises. Gojo’s free hand is tweaking Yuji’s nipple; Satoru can feel Yuji’s legs slide against the sheets. His own toes curl when he comes down on a particularly deep thrust, rolling his hips a bit. Yuji keens. He’s frowning at Satoru, biting his lip, as if it takes everything he has, to bear with it. Satoru is teasing him, yes, but he’s also teasing himself. All he really wants to do is ride him into the mattress, but that will bring them both over the edge all too soon.

“Open your mouth, Yuji.” Gojo says, tilting his chin up. Yuji obeys, so Gojo kisses him, a wet, slow drag of lips and teeth. Every now and then he bites him, and Yuji hums in his mouth, writhes under Satoru like he’s being pulled in all directions at once.

“Yuji,” Satoru’s never been so patient in his life, he thinks. Fucking himself slowly like this, while watching him being kissed into oblivion by Gojo. Yuji’s nipples are standing erect, pink and hard. Satoru pinches them, rolls them in his fingers, delighting in the way it makes Yuji squirm. It also makes his hips buck up since he’s not being held down anymore.

“Careful~.” Gojo smirks at Satoru from underneath that blindfold of his. Satoru has a few ideas what to do with that thing later on. For now, he holds Yuji down, just for a little while longer. A few minutes is equal to a small eternity, but it’s worth it, to see Yuji looking wrecked like this. He’s so beautiful under their hands, so obedient.

“Look at him, isn’t he a good boy?” Satoru coos, taking Yuji’s hands to interlace their fingers together. “I think he held up pretty well, hm?~” He bends to kiss him, making eye-contact for a few seconds. “I think he deserves a reward, don’t you?”

Gojo hums, petting Yuji’s hair away from his forehead. “Alright. Yuji, tell him what you need, yeah?”

Yuji’s eyes are unfocused, his face too warm as he follows Satoru with his eyes. “Satoru. I need you, please!”

“What do you need me to do, baby?” Satoru murmurs, rubbing his thumb over Yuji’s wet lips. “Say it clearly.”

“Let me- come, please. Satoru,” Yuji licks over his thumb, sucks it into his mouth, searing him with that desperate look in his eyes.

Satoru is only human, in the end. “Mmm, since you asked so nicely~.” He grins, sinking down hard, supporting part of his weight on Yuji’s palms. Yuji’s hands visibly flex as they push against his, and Satoru finally rides him into the mattress with all the enthusiasm he’s been holding back. Yuji’s hips buck in time with his until they find a synchronized rhythm. Satoru thinks he might be seeing stars from how good it feels, having him so deep inside, pounding into his prostate like there’s no tomorrow. At this rate, he’s going to come before him, but the thought of Yuji fucking him through his orgasm turns him on even more.

“Yuji. Fuck- you’re so big, baby- ah,” Yuji reacts so well to praise, Satoru can’t help but want to give it to him every chance he gets. Even now, his eyes light up, his hands squeezing Satoru’s own, hips coming off the mattress. He almost pushes Satoru off-balance with that one enthusiastic thrust. Gojo whistles. Satoru stabilises himself, looking down at his boyfriend. How is he real, even?  “You’re amazing, Yuji, ah, fffuck-“ He’s pretty damn close as it is, but this is about Yuji, so he pushes it back. Yuji’s eyes are closed, his head tilted back into the mattress. Gojo is just holding his head, looking down at him like he’s the most captivating thing the universe has to offer.

“Satoru- close!-“

“Yeah- that’s it,” Satoru encourages. “Come for me, Yuji. Don’t pull out, yeah?”

“Hn-” Yuji nods, groans, scrunching his eyes shut; Satoru feels him tense, arching off the mattress until he finally lets go. His face as he comes is amazing. Satoru orgasms just by touching himself and looking at Yuji as he’s slowly coming down from it- all soft and warm inside him.

“Good boy, Yuji.” Gojo praises, patting his cheek. “See? I told you you can take it.”

“Sensei- Satoru,” Yuji reaches out to both of them, a hand pulling Satoru down, the other one around Gojo’s neck.

“Oh? Is Yuji feeling cuddly?~” Gojo goes easily though, maneuvering them in such a way that Yuji is practically sandwiched between the two of them. It’s too hot and wet, but Satoru bears with it if it makes Yuji happy.

-

Satoru switched places with Gojo at some point; he's now holding Yuji’s head in his own lap, watching as Gojo is slowly working him open with his fingers. Yuji’s head is rolling to the sides, his skin hot under Satoru’s palms.

Gojo is still blindfolded, wearing only his pants. He’s been torturing Yuji for a while now, refusing to give him anything bigger than his fingers, and the satisfaction of watching Yuji beg is awfully clear in his smile.

“Sensei,” Yuji pleads, for the dozenth time, followed by unintelligible gibberish. It’s all he’s been able to say for a while now.

“What is it, Yuji? Is this too much for you?” Gojo’s fingers are probably teasing his prostate too, judging by the way Yuji’s toes curl into the sheets, his knees jerking. “You’re going to come just from my fingers, ok?” Gojo’s tone is light, but Satoru is pretty sure he’s being serious. “Look, Yuji. Already such a mess, I only have three fingers inside you. How are you going to take my cock, hm?”

“Sen- I don’t!- plea- ah!”

“You don’t what? Hmm? You think you’re loose enough to take me? You’re still tight, Yuji.” Gojo bends over him, grinning. “It’s your first time, after all~.”

Yuji’s hands go around Gojo’s neck, clinging to him. “Sensei.” Gojo lets him, lifts Yuji’s hips so he’s half in his lap, his back against Satoru’s chest.

“Yes, Yuji. Sensei is here.” His fingers move inside Yuji, sometimes sliding a little faster, then slow again as Yuji gets worked up. Yuji is a mess, his whole body trembling under Satoru.

“I think he’s loose enough,” Satoru says. “You’ve been fucking him with your fingers for more than thirty minutes, you know?”

Gojo looks at him, annoying smile in place. “Eh? ‘You think so?” He glances at Yuji, then. “Mmm, ok! Yuji, hold on to him, yeah?”

Yuji is always so obedient to Gojo’s commands, his hands already going around Satoru’s neck. The back of his head is damp with sweat; it tickles Satoru every now and then. Gojo’s holding Yuji’s legs spread wide, the hand inside him visibly taking up speed. He really plans on making him come with just his fingers, and judging by the way Yuji keens, it won’t take long for it to happen.

“Yuji, look.” Satoru mouths on his ear, bites him a little too hard. “He’s making you come, just from his fingers. Do you like Sensei’s fingers that much, hm?”

“Sa- yes, please. I do-“

“Really, Yuji?” Gojo’s smile is all teeth. Satoru wants to see his face, so he pulls Yuji’s head back, gripping his hair. He’s dazed, his eyes rolling back from time to time. Satoru bites his cheek, licks at the corner of his mouth where his scar is. Gojo’s fingers make an obscene sound as they slide in and out, faster and faster. Yuji’s moans are so good, Satoru eats them right out of his mouth. It makes him incredibly hard, just by watching them.

“Come on, Yuji. Come on my fingers, baby. I know you can.” Gojo is looking down as he speaks, scissoring him open with that gleeful look on his face. “Look at this, you’re pulling me in so eagerly.” Yuji tenses, the telltale sign of an incoming orgasm, and Satoru holds his hands down so he won’t touch himself.

“That’s it, let go” Gojo demands. “Let go, Yuji.”

He does let go, his head jerking to the side, biting Satoru’s arm as he does so. He’s shaking with it, while the last drop of come is milked out of him.

Gojo whistles. “Atta boy, amazing!”

Yuji gasps, breathing heavily, his eyes opening and closing. They let him come down from it for a few minutes, in which Satoru pets his hair, praises him for being so good. His teacher gives him a glass of water at some point- a sign that he’ll need Yuji to stay hydrated for what’s to come. As Gojo is unzipping his pants, Satoru reaches down out of curiosity, sliding his fingers inside Yuji’s hole.

“Whoa. He’s taking them so easily, you really opened him up.” It’s amazing to watch, the way it just sucks his fingers in. Yuji moans a little in his arms. He was dozing, by the looks of it.

“Shh, it’s ok.” Satoru nuzzles his temple, playing with his hole while Gojo is slicking himself up.

“Give him to me.” Gojo says, and Yuji opens his eyes as Satoru lets him go.

“Sensei?”

Gojo makes him lie down on the bed again, pulling Yuji’s legs on either side of his waist. “Yes, Yuji. I’m going to put it in now, ok?”

“Mm, kay.” Yuji mumbles, his eyes unfocusing. Gojo frowns a little, touching the back of his hand to Yuji’s cheek.

“Did we tire him out? He’s so out of it.”

Satoru is thinking of the same thing. “Yuji? Look at me. How are you feeling?”

Yuji’s eyes open, albeit still unfocused. “Good? Just sleepy.” He mumbles, and his eyelids are trying to close again.

“Well, that can easily be fixed.” Gojo concludes, as he lines himself up with Yuji’s entrance. He’s loose, yes, but Gojo still has to be patient about it, sliding just the tip inside at first, then slowly pushing in the rest. Yuji finally reacts, frowning and making little gasping noises.

“Shh, it’ll feel good soon, Yuji. Just hang in there.”

“Burns,” Yuji mumbles; Satoru squeezes his hand in reassurance.

“I know baby, you’re being so brave. Just a little more. Look, he’s all the way inside you.” Satoru praises, lifting Yuji’s head on his lap once more.

“Ah.” Yuji cranes his neck to see it as Gojo is holding his hips down.

“I’m going to move slowly, ok?”

“ ‘kay.” Yuji nods, breathes out audibly as his head falls back on Satoru’s thighs.

Gojo watches his every reaction as he moves, careful and slow at first, until Yuji’s face relaxes. His thrusts are deep, though, and Yuji’s body slides up with every jerk of Gojo’s hips.

“Sensei, ah- Sensei, mnn!” Yuji grabs Gojo's forearms, gripping him tight. He starts to lift off the mattress, pushing back slightly.

Gojo looks pleased. “You’re doing so good, Yuji. You’re taking me so well.” His thrusts increase in speed, and Satoru has to hold Yuji in place so he won’t slide too far.

“So good, look at you.” Gojo coos, his pace now fast enough that Yuji’s attempt at words gets lost in little gasps and drawn out moans. His hands are dislodged from Gojo’s forearms in the process, so Satoru grabs his wrists, holds them down. Gojo fucks into him so good, it makes Satoru so hard it fucking hurts. Yuji is a mess between them, tears pooling under his eyelashes, drool sliding down his chin.

“Wow.” Satoru whispers, mesmerized. Watching himself, older, fucking Yuji into oblivion like that, is a kink he never thought he’d have. The obscene sounds of their skin, the noises Yuji makes- he’s pretty sure if someone passes by this room, they’re going to hear it, loud and clear. He imagines it for a second, Nanami or Suguru hearing Yuji like this, hearing him call his Sensei’s name, over and over. Maybe Satoru is turning into a pervert, after all, because the thought brings a thrill down his spine.

“Satoru.” Yuji calls his name like he’s asking for something, anything. Satoru pets his hair, delighting at the look on his face, his needy tone.

“Shhh, I’m here, yeah?”

“Satoru, I- ah,” Yuji’s head rolls from side to side, his eyes closing, his mouth open in pleasure.

“I know, sweetie. You’re doing great.”

“I- am?” He sounds out of breath; he’s so precious like this, Satoru can’t take it.

“Yes. In fact, since you’re doing so good...“ He looks at Gojo, who’s probably thinking of the same thing.

“Yuji?” Gojo grabs his chin, tilts it so they face each other. “Do you want him to be inside you?”

“Yes-” Yuji gasps, without hesitation. Then, because he’s adorable like that, “Sensei, I want- both of you- please?”

Gojo bites his own lip on a smile. “How can I say no? You’ve been such a good boy.” He doesn’t pull out, instead gathers Yuji in his arms, steps off the bed with him, and Satoru follows after messing with the lube enough to count himself ready.

Yuji is following him with his eyes, arms around Gojo’s neck. Gojo’s still wearing his pants, Satoru notices idly. He kisses Yuji for a few moments as Gojo still fucks into him, grips his hair tight the way he knows Yuji likes it.

“Satoru- please?”

“Yeah. Ok.” Satoru goes to sit behind him, feeling around for Yuji’s entrance. He’s never done this before- fucking someone who’s already full, but the thought of filling Yuji up even more makes him wet already. It takes some maneuvering from both Gojo and him to make it happen, but eventually he’s sliding his cock alongside Gojo’s. Yuji takes it, but he’s scrunching his eyes shut, his breath laboured. Satoru is going as slow as he can, watching as Yuji stretches around the both of them.

“Shhh, it’s ok, you’re doing great, Yuji.” Gojo encourages, wiping at Yuji’s wet eyelashes. He’s keeping still until Satoru is all the way in. “Almost there, he’s almost all the way inside you, you’re doing so good.” Yuji keens in answer, his head rolling on Gojo’s chest. “I know baby, I got you.”

Satoru is not sure how he feels about the whole thing just yet. Once he’s all the way in, it’s so strange, feeling Gojo’s dick alongside his own, packed together in such a tight heat. It’s strange, but it’s also amazing once he gets used to it.

“Satoru?” Yuji cranes his neck to see him, and Satoru kisses the side of his face. He’s incredibly warm and flushed.

“Mhm, I’m gonna move now. Ok, Yuji?” Yuji mumbles something in confirmation, so Satoru takes that as his cue to start moving. Slow at first, Gojo following his rhythm. He can feel him inside Yuji, can feel both of them around him, and it’s so new, so- exciting.

“He’s good now.” Gojo says after a while, and picks up the pace. He lets Yuji slide an arm around Satoru’s neck, and they keep him between them, fucking into him, watching his face as he’s absorbing every thrust. They fuck him good and deep, Yuji’s gasps and moans drowning out the sound of slapping skin.

“Fuck, look at him,” Gojo says, thrusting particularly deep. “He loves it.” Satoru follows his pace, keeping Yuji too occupied to speak. “You like this, Yuji?” Gojo asks him. “You like being filled up with both of our cocks like this?”

Yuji takes a while to answer, since they keep bouncing him up and down their cocks. “I do- like it- Sensei, I can-“

“Hmm?” Gojo hums, thrusting inside him deep and hard enough that Yuji has to cling to both of them so he won’t fall off.

“You’re so big, I can- I feel it all the way inside- me, ah.”

If Satoru dwells on it, it’s amazing that Yuji can take both of them, seeing as they are of the same size. He gets it now; why Gojo stretched him with his fingers for so long. He was preparing him for this- for Yuji to be filled up by them, so they can fuck him like this until he passes out.

“Yes, baby, and they were made just for you. Made to fuck you deep, make you feel good.” Gojo says, brushing Yuji’s sweaty hair out of his face. “Just for you, Yuji.” Yuji mewls in response; Satoru didn’t think it was possible for them to get even more worked up than this, but the sounds he makes drive both him and Gojo up the fucking walls. He’s not sure how Yuji stays awake through this whole thing, being fucked so hard, he probably sees stars.

A while into this, and Yuji is crying through his moans. Satoru stops, alarmed.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Gojo slows to a stop, too, his full focus on Yuji’s reactions. “Does it hurt? Do you want us to stop?”

Yuji draws in a breath, sniffling. “N- no. It’s just- it’s too much. Too goodgh!- “ His chest heaves. “Don’t stoppleasedon’tstopplease-“

Gojo doesn’t say anything, just starts moving again, and Satoru does the same, watching as Gojo licks Yuji’s cheeks, murmuring under his breath.

“Shhh, I got you, we got you, Yuji.” They resume the pace from before as Yuji’s crying fills up the whole room. Satoru is weirded out by how much it turns him on, really. “You’re gonna come just like this, you hear me? You’re gonna come just from being fucked into, Yuji.” Gojo promises. Yuji’s resounding moan is the sweetest answer, Satoru just wants to eat him up.

“Yes, Yuji, you’re doing so good, my baby, you’re doing great.” Satoru praises, kissing his neck, biting hard enough for it to last him days. Yuji’s cock is leaking helplessly between them.

“Yuji, hold on to him, yeah?” Gojo instructs as he passes him onto Satoru. Yuji’s arms are both around his neck then, facing Gojo this time. His head is rolling on Satoru’s shoulder, and Satoru holds his thighs, spreads them wide while Gojo fucks him slowly. Satoru follows his pace, and it turns into a deep, slow grinding thing. Yuji’s body heat is almost concerning; Satoru might be wrong, but every now and then, he thinks he can hear his heart beating loudly in his chest.

“Sensei. Satoru, Sensei-“

“That’s it, Yuji, come.” Satoru encourages, thrusts a little faster. “Come, baby!” Yuji gasps, clinging desperately to him, squirming on their cocks. He’s still so tight, so deliciously warm inside. Satoru wants to fill him up with come, to watch it drip from him, knowing he marked him in every possible way.

“Let’s fill him up good, hm?” Gojo says, reading his thoughts; Satoru doesn’t need more of an incentive. They let Yuji come first, holding him tight as he trembles in Satoru’s arms. Gojo comes after him; it’s so strange, because Satoru can feel it too. It just makes him follow that much faster, and by the end of it, Yuji is so exhausted, he blacks out.

“Ah, he’s out.” Gojo says, touching Yuji’s forehead. “Let’s give him some rest, poor thing.” He kisses Yuji’s nose affectionately. “You did great, love.”

-

They clean him up while he sleeps.

Satoru holds him up in the shower while Gojo is through with cleaning him inside and out. Yuji sleeps through most of it, sometimes blinking awake for short periods of time, only for Satoru to coax him back to sleep quietly. The warm water makes him sleepy too, he realizes.

When that’s taken care of, they tuck him into bed in Satoru’s sleep clothes. Gojo stays for a bit before deciding to make a short trip outside, for food and drinks. Surprisingly, Yuji is quite clingy after sex, and it takes some coaxing and reassurance from Gojo to get him to let go so he can head out. Satoru watches him close the door behind him, cuddles Yuji close to his chest, nuzzling his neck lovingly. It’s a very satisfying feeling, knowing they can provide so much care and reassurance for Yuji, who never really asks them for anything.

Satoru is asleep by the time Gojo gets back. He wakes to the sound of Gojo talking to Yuji, who is still dead to the world.

“Yuji, come on sleepy-head. Wakey-wakey~.” Gojo pokes his cheek. He’s straddling Yuji’s waist as Yuji mumbles this or that, refusing to wake up.

“Woah, I think I figured out how to get him to sleep every night.” Satoru says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Kinky~.” Gojo smiles widely, and Satoru pushes the covers away. It’s awfully hot. It still smells like sex even though they opened the windows for a while.

“Yuuji.” Gojo slaps his cheek lightly, but Yuji swats his hand away, attempting to turn on his side. Gojo sits back, looks at Satoru and grins. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

He lifts Yuji’s legs, pulls his pants down and throws them onto the floor. Satoru watches with interest as Gojo probes for Yuji’s hole. He pushes two fingers inside him, moves them around. “Oh, he’s nice and open,” He says, scissoring his fingers for a bit, before adding a third one. Yuji sighs in his sleep, looking like he’s sinking into the mattress, but he’s not waking up. Satoru moves to pull his head into his lap while Gojo fingers him open, nice and slow. Yuji’s lips are slightly parted, so Satoru presses his thumb over them until they give in, his finger sliding into Yuji's mouth. It’s amazing how he’s not waking up still, as Gojo fucks into him like that.

Instead, he keeps sighing, like he can feel it in his sleep.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Satoru mutters, watching him suck on his finger, his body soft and pliant into the mattress.

“He likes this, huh?” Gojo muses. He slides his fingers out, shifting to sit down on his stomach. He pulls Yuji’s thighs on either side of his head, lifting his hips slightly. It takes Satoru a second too long to realize what exactly he’s doing, watching as he parts Yuji’s ass-cheeks.

“Oh.” He says, as Gojo starts to eat him out, slowly.

“Mhm.” Gojo hums, gives him a few soft licks. Yuji squirms, his eyelids twitching, but he remains asleep, still. Satoru watches, mesmerized. Gojo eats him out for a while, until Yuji’s thighs are squeezing him, and he’s suddenly awake, gasping.

“Ah.” He blinks, disoriented for a few seconds.

“There you are,” Satoru says, petting his hair. “Took you a while.”

“Whuh?” Yuji says, then twitches off the mattress as Gojo does something between his legs which Satoru is not able to see from where he stands.

“Can’t have you sleeping forever, Yuji~.” Gojo’s head comes up, smiling like he’s up to no good. “Did you like being eaten out?” He brushes his knuckles over Yuji’s cheek lightly.

“Sensei. Um-” Yuji is still so disoriented, it’s endearing as fuck. It makes Satoru want to tease him forever.

“…Satoru,” He says, craning his neck to see him.

“Hi, baby~.” Satoru coos and Gojo slides off the bed for a few moments.

“Mmn, hi. How long have I been asleep?” Yuji asks, and Satoru kisses him before answering.

“Long enough.”

Gojo comes back then, climbs over Yuji, propping his head up.

“I bet you’re thirsty, Yuji~.” Now that he says it, Satoru realizes Yuji’s voice is rather hoarse. Yuji accepts the water bottle, drinks about half of it in one go. He passes it on to Satoru, who drinks the rest. They might have a lot of stamina, but hydrating is still important.

Gojo unwraps some chocolate as Satoru caps the bottle. “Here, eat this.”

Yuji stands up properly. “Thanks.” He nibbles on the chocolate until he catches the taste. They sit on the bed, all three of them, sharing whatever sweets Gojo came back with. It wakes Yuji up completely, it seems.

“How are you feeling, Yuji?” Gojo asks him, as he cleans up the wrappers off the bed.

“Good.” Yuji says. He blushes a bit, then smiles. “Really good, actually.”

“Hmm, I take it you were satisfied?~” He takes Yuji’s cheeks in his hands, and he’s still wearing his blindfold. 

Yuji blinks, his face warming up. “More than you think.” He mumbles, looking off to the side.

“Is that so?~” Gojo coos. “Think you can go again?”

Yuij blinks, looking at him. “Ah- yes?” He sounds kind of embarrassed.

“Mm, that’s my good boy.” Gojo kisses him, coaxing him into opening his mouth, licking inside him, turning Yuji into mush. Satoru might never get bored of watching them like this. There’s droll sliding on the corner of Yuji’s mouth, over his scar. Gojo is biting him, taking all the air out of him, until he becomes a mess. Yuji’s lips are swollen and red, glistening wet. It's filthy and Satoru loves it. Gojo pulls back eventually, leaving Yuji in a daze. He pokes his tongue out, apparently satisfied to just watch him blink in confusion after being kissed within an inch of his life.

Yuji wipes at his mouth after a while, shakes himself out of it.

Satoru gets an idea, and he knows he won’t be rid of it until he makes it happen. He watches Gojo for a while, until he turns to look at him. Satoru shifts closer to him, grabs him by the nape, and kisses him. Gojo is stiff with surprise for a moment, before he softens and he presses back. Satoru gives in to his curiosity, coaxing his lips to open. He licks inside Gojo’s mouth, and Gojo hums, his hand coming up to slide in Satoru’s hair, gripping a little too tight. Satoru likes that, so it just serves to make him more excited. He opens his eyes, looks at Yuji, who is staring back at them with his mouth open. He looks like he’s in a trance, Satoru thinks, pressing back into Gojo’s mouth, biting on his lips.

Good. If Yuji likes it, then this is perfect.

He shifts, rising a little on his knees. It’s weird, but he's so horny, it hurts. He slides his hands around Gojo’s neck, pulling him as close as he can get, moaning into his mouth.

“Eager, are we?” Gojo laughs, but humors him, pulling Satoru in his lap completely, leading them into a desperate, bruising kiss. Every now and then, they both check up on Yuji, making sure he’s not feeling left out. They needn’t worry, though, Satoru decides, watching him gulp, his eyes transfixed on the both of them.

He’s touching himself.

Oh.

Gojo grins into their kiss, satisfied with Yuji’s reaction, it seems.

“Come here, Yuji.” Gojo reaches out a hand, pulls him close. Satoru turns, then grabs Yuji’s mouth instead, devouring him. Yuji makes sweet noises, clinging to both Satoru and his older-self. Satoru passes him on to Gojo after a while, who kisses him a little too slowly, as if to soothe his tender lips. They kiss him at the same time, mouthing at his cheeks, licking over his lips.

“Sensei,” Yuji moans, whines when Gojo pulls back, switching to kissing Satoru instead. It’s not supposed to be this hot, kissing yourself, Satoru thinks. Then again, maybe he’s that amazing. They both take turns kissing Yuji, who is so tender and soft between them. He’s tearing up, so Satoru kisses him gently, licks his tears away.

Yuji is whining, sighing in contentment when Gojo finds his hole, starts to finger him again. They switch positions, Gojo sitting behind Yuji, Satoru in front of him. They have him in both of their laps, Gojo’s fingers sliding in and out of him. Satoru watches for a few moments, then pushes two of his own fingers alongside Gojo’s. It makes Yuji jump a little, and he looks wrecked, following Satoru’s eyes with his own.

“Is this good, baby?” Satoru checks, and Yuji nods, mewls as they scissor him open. He’s a crying mess, because Gojo keeps torturing his prostate without letting him come. His pretty sobs make Satoru want to tease him for days and soothe him at the same time.

“Don’t cry, Yuji.” Satoru grabs his face so he can touch their foreheads together. “Look at me, yeah?” Yuji bites his lip, quiets for a few moments, but Gojo is relentless and it just makes him squirm and whine all over again. Satoru wipes his tears with his free hand, curls his fingers inside him. He sucks a wet finger into his mouth. It’s salty and warm with Yuji’s tears.

“Look what you did,” Satoru chides him, kissing Yuji’s sobs out of his mouth. “You made him cry.”

“Just me?~” Gojo is pulling out his fingers, sucking them into his own mouth.

“You just love making a mess of him, don’t you?”

“Mm, and don’t you?” Gojo counters; he’s biting Yuji’s shoulder, sucking on the skin there.

“Of course I do~.” Satoru grabs Yuji’s face with one hand. “Open up, Yuji.” Yuji obediently opens his mouth; Satoru spits into it, watching him swallow.

“One more.” Satoru says and Yuji opens, waits until it drips all the way into his mouth. “Swallow.” Yuji does, all while looking at him.

Gojo whistles, pats Yuji’s cheek a few times. “Atta boy.”

Satoru pulls back, looks to Gojo. “Hey, give me that. Your blindfold.” He snaps his fingers until Gojo gets the hint. He grins widely as he hands it over, and Satoru wonders if Yuji can tell them apart like this. That will be interesting to try sometime, he decides.

“Yuji, baby? I’m going to blindfold you, ‘that ok?”

“Oh. Yeah, it's ok.” Yuji nods and Satoru slips the blindfold over his eyes. “What are you doing, though?” Yuji asks him.

“Just taking care of you, yeah?”

He grabs Yuji’s leg, caressing his thigh lightly, holding his ankle. He kisses the sole of his foot, mouthing on it. Yuji doesn’t seem ticklish, which is perfect, really. Satoru grins to himself. He licks between Yuji’s toes, drags his tongue around them, sucking one into his mouth. Yuji’s lips are parted, head in Gojo’s lap; he squirms when Satoru licks him again.

“Such strong legs, Yuji~.” He loves them; Yuji’s feet, his thighs, the strong muscles of his legs. Satoru lavishes the same attention onto the other foot, takes his time sucking each toe into his mouth, biting the sole, dragging his teeth over it. Yuji squirms every now and then, but he’s focused on each sensation, keeping quiet and still as Satoru takes his time with him. The fact that he’s sighing and his toes are curling, is all the confirmation Satoru needs that he’s into this.

Gojo hums in approval, taking Yuji’s hand, mouthing at his palm before slowly sucking on his fingers, one by one.

He’s gorgeous like this, sitting at their mercy, giving himself over to them, with all the trust in the world. Satoru moves to sit between his legs, caressing his thighs, marking them with his teeth. Yuji moans, his cock bouncing erect on his tummy, asking for attention. Satoru leaves it for later, biting his ass-cheeks instead. Yuji makes a noise of surprise, and Satoru giggles.

Experimentally, he licks once, over his hole, watches it flutter under his tongue. He presses his thumb over it, just rubbing lightly on the surface while he lifts his head to kiss Yuji’s tummy and drag his teeth over the hip bones.

“Satoru,” Yuji pleads, and his legs are spreading wide, knees jerking a bit. Satoru holds them down, kissing him all over, mouthing and licking at the marks he leaves behind. Yuji’s nipples are deliciously hard and pink, begging to be teased. He takes his time, licking them slowly, watching as Yuji’s mouth opens in anticipation. Satoru bites, pulls one into his mouth, flicks his tongue over it. Yuji moans, tries to move, but Gojo is still holding his hands, mouthing at his wrists, licking between his fingers.

“Yes, baby, you’re doing good.” Satoru praises, switching his attention to the neglected nipple. He bites, maybe a little harder than he should, but Yuji’s back raises off the mattress on a gasp. So he likes a little pain, maybe.

“Did that get you wet, Yuji?” Satoru asks him, lifts his head to mouth at his collarbone.

“Nnh-”

“Yeah?”

Satoru wants to hear it from him. He wants to make him beg, ask for things! Yuji only needs to ask, and he’ll give him everything.

“Come on, sweetie, talk to me.” He licks below Yuji’s ear, nipping him.

“Yes,” Yuji says. “Yes, Satoru, please. I really want to,“

“What do you want?”

Yuji groans, writhing beneath him as Satoru pulls a little harder on his nipples, biting on his neck at the same time. “Tell me what you want, Yuji.”

“You- I want you, inside me. Please?”

“Aw, baby, of course I'll give you that.” He kisses him on the mouth, rolling the nipples between his thumbs; Yuji makes this sound, like he’s going to cry. “It’s ok, sweetie, I’ll give you everything, yeah? You only need to ask.”

“...ok” Yuji says, his voice tiny.

“Mm, look at you. You’re so pretty, do you know that? You’re amazing, Yuji.”

Yuji’s breathing gets heavier, but Gojo kisses his gasps into silence.

“Such a pretty mouth,” Gojo praises, nipping at his lips. “And those pretty eyes of yours.” He really has a thing for biting Yuji’s cheeks, Satoru thinks.

“Pretty hair,” Gojo murmurs, his hand sliding in it, grabbing a handful. He pulls his head back, Yuji’s mouth opening on a moan. “You like that? You like it when I pull your hair?”

“Yeah.” Yuji says, and Satoru moves down between his legs once more.

“How much? Should I pull harder?” Gojo asks.

“-yes.” Yuji says, as Satoru starts to licks his hole open. Gojo pulls harder on his hair, while Satoru eats him out, slowly.

“Good boy.” Gojo praises. Yuji mewls, Satoru’s tongue sliding in and out of him; he writhes on the mattress until Satoru holds him down.

“Stay.” He demands, and doesn’t do anything until Yuji stills.

“Goood boy~.” As a reward, he goes back to eating him up, spreading his ass cheeks nice and wide. He spits on his hole, licks him until he’s a mess, begging to be filled up with their cocks. His hole clenches on empty air as Satoru bites into his thigh, grinning.

“Mm, should I fuck you with my fingers, Yuji?~”

“N-no.”

“No?”

“Not- not your fingers, ‘s not enough. I want you, Satoru-“

“Oh? How much, Yuji?” He raises both legs over his left shoulder, slaps his ass cheek, hard. “How much?”

“Please- I want you, so much- Sensei.”

Satoru slaps him again, presses his thumb over his hole. “Not Sensei. He can’t give it to you, Yuji. Ask properly.”

“Yes! I want your cock, inside me- please, Satoru!” There’s tears rolling on his cheeks, and Satoru’s heart melts.

“Aw, don’t cry baby. Suck.” He shoves his fingers inside Yuji’s mouth. Yuji hums around them, licking eagerly, until Satoru’s hand is nice and slick. He pulls them out, pumps his dick until it’s slippery enough.

“Look, Yuji,” Satoru says, sliding inside him with ease. “All the way in, you’re sucking me so eagerly.” He’s gleeful, feeling Yuji’s walls close around his cock, keeping him there. He thrusts into him, deep and hard, increasing his pace until Yuji’s moans fill up the room. He fucks into him fast, any semblance of mercy thrown out the window.

Yuji’s crying is amazing.

“Ah, you’ve wet the blindfold, Yuji.” Gojo clicks his tongue, slaps his cheek a little hard. It makes him clench around Satoru’s dick. His slit is leaking.

“He likes it. Do that again.” Satoru prompts. Gojo waits for a beat, but Yuji doesn’t deny it, so he slaps him again. It’s loud in the room, and Yuji is a mess between them, overwhelmed and over-stimulated.

“You’re doing so great, baby. That’s it.” Satoru praises, slamming into him with abandon.

“Sato- ruh-” Yuji keens, clinging to Gojo’s arms, sliding along the mattress with Satoru’s thrusts.

“Satoru, ahm, Satoru- Sa-atoru!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Satoru encourages, slaps his ass, bending him in half.

“Sens- fff- ah. Sensei! Please!”

“So greedy, Yuji~.” Gojo says, squeezing his cheeks with one hand. “What? You want both of us? You don’t feel full enough with just one cock?”

Yuji shakes his head, no, and Satoru grins. “Yuuji~.”

“Yesyesyesplease,” Yuji keens.

“Alright, come 'ere.” Gojo pulls him up into his lap. He’s already hard and wet, from his own precome, Satoru presumes. They crowd Yuji between them, sliding both of their cocks inside him. He stretches around them a little easier, this time, but he’s still tight on the inside, milking their cocks greedily.

“Fffuck, baby, you’re amazing!” Satoru praises, licks into his mouth as he fucks him good and hard. “Amazing, Yuji, look at you. You’re so hungry for your Sensei’s cock, aren’t you?” He slaps his cheek, albeit lighter than Gojo did it earlier.

“You’re gonna be so loose when I’m done with you, Yuji. You’re going to be so loose and open, you’re gonna feel empty, yeah?” Yuji gasps, his breathing laboured and fast. “Don’t pass out on me, baby. You can take it. You can take both of us, see?” Satoru encourages; he watches their cocks slide in and out of Yuji’s hole, wet and lewd.

It’s such a nice view, he’s going to need months to forget it.

“Yuji’s a good student, aren’t you?” Gojo coos. He’s holding him with an arm around his chest, Yuji’s head rolling on his shoulder. He does look about to pass out.

“Just a little more, baby. You’re going to come now, ok?”

“…ok.” Yuji agrees with half a voice, struggling to breathe. But he’s also moaning and clenching on their cocks, so Satoru takes it as a sign to keep going.

“Good, Yuji. You did good. You can come now.” He tells him. Yuji’s biting his lips, arching and tensing in response.

“Come.” Gojo commands him. Yuji's muscles squeeze hard around them as he finally comes, untouched. His hole twitches while they fuck him through his orgasm.

“No-no more- Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t!”

“Shh, almost there.” Satoru encourages; he’s close, so close. “Fhuck, there!” He’s coming so hard it makes him dizzy, his head falling heavily on Yuji’s shoulder.

“Damn,” Gojo pulls out but he’s still hard. He doesn’t seem in a hurry to come, though, just holds Yuji until his breathing eases out.

“Sensei...” Yuji whimpers, trying to lift his head, but he’s still dizzy so it falls back on Gojo’s chest.

“What is it, baby?”

Yuji makes a sound, turning so his arms are going around Gojo’s torso. He’s just- hugging him tight, sighing in contentment. Satoru huffs a laugh, pets his hair gently. Yuji nuzzles in Gojo’s chest, cuddling close to him. Gojo kisses the top of his head, rubs his back slowly. He’s incredibly precious when he gets cuddly like this, Satoru decides.

“You did great, Yuji.” He praises.

Satoru just sits back on the bed, his own breathing easing out. He’s never fucked anyone so hard in his life, he thinks.

Yuji’s stamina is just as amazing as his own.

-

-

They’ve taken their seats in the booth, Yuji sitting between him and Nanami, Gojo and Suguru on the other side. Satoru orders for him and Yuji, then waits for the others to place their own orders.

They chat for quite some time, until their orders arrive.

“How come you didn’t bring Haibara with you, Nanami?” Gojo asks at some point.

Nanami looks irritated, the way he always does whenever Satoru addresses him. Really, he’s not even sure why they hang out together.

“He’s on a solo mission.” Nanami answers. He’s scowling at his menu, like it’s at fault for this outcome.

“Hmm, is that so? He’s usually all over Suguru, so I thought he’d be coming.” Gojo says innocently. Satoru splutters in his drink, choking a little. Since when is Haibara into Suguru? Also, in what way is he-

Yuji puts a hand on his back in concern, and Satoru turns to him, ruffling his hair.

“I’m ok, don’t worry.” Yuji smiles silently, looks between the three of them.

Predictably, Nanami bristles, glaring at Gojo. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Satoru, stop instigating things.” Suguru chides, but it’s not like that ever stopped him.

“Eh? Me? I’m doing no such thing. I’m just telling the truth. I thought everyone noticed.”

“It’s fine, Geto-san. It seems Gojo-san is still the same annoying brat, even as an adult.” Nanami says calmly, staring at Gojo with contempt. Gojo doesn’t even deny it, smiling like he’s been complimented instead. Neither does Satoru, for that matter.

“Seriously, I don’t get how Itadori-kun puts up with you.” Nanami shudders, then. “Two of you, even.”

“Oh, Yuji and I get along just fine~.” Gojo says, smug. “He’s sweet like that, aren’t you, baby?” Yuji’s ears burn red, like they always do whenever he’s being called pet names in the presence of other people. Nanami’s face scrunches up in distaste, just because it’s Gojo talking this way. It never fails to amuse him, really. Suguru is staring at Yuji, though- has been staring for a while now. Satoru can guess why.

“Itadori-kun, are you ok? You haven’t said anything at all since we met.” He frowns in concern. Satoru follows Yuji carefully, but Yuji doesn’t speak. He smiles, shakes his head as if to say nothing is wrong. If anything, it just prompts Suguru, and now Nanami too, to stress over the subject.

Nanami turns towards him, concern clear in his eyes. He always had a soft spot for Yuji.

“Itadori-kun? What’s wrong?” Yuji jumps a little, facing Nanami. He gives him the same head shake and a reassuring smile as an answer.

Nanami frowns. “Are you sick?”

Yuji shakes his head, still. Satoru looks over at Gojo, but he doesn’t seem inclined to interfere in their attempts on getting Yuji to talk.

They’ll just wait and see how it plays out, then.

“Did something happen?” Suguru prompts, glancing at Gojo and Satoru in turn, for answers. When no one says anything, the atmosphere gets visibly tense. Yuji just shakes his head again, busying himself with his drink.

“What’s wrong with him?” Nanami asks Gojo, and Suguru is also looking expectantly at them.

“Nothing. Yuji’s perfectly fine~.” Gojo replies, head propped on his arm. His playful tone only serves to annoy Nanami even more. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Gojo-san, for once in your life, can you please give a straight answer?”

“But I just did.” Gojo tilts his head, curiously. “What are you implying, Nanamin?”

“Ugh.” Nanami groans, turning to Itadori again. “Itadori-kun. Just tell us what’s wrong. You don’t need to keep quiet if something’s bothering you.”

Yuji frowns, his mouth opens, as if about to speak, but he stops at the last moment, turning to make eye-contact with Satoru. He knows what Yuji's asking.

“Nope.” He tells him, leaving no room for arguments. Yuji doesn’t look disappointed, but he looks distressed at having attracted everyone’s attention to this issue. Satoru’s answer only makes them both stare suspiciously.

“What the fuck, Satoru?” Suguru asks, crossing his arms in that tell-me-what-the-hell-is-going-on manner he has.

“It’s none of your business~.” Satoru tells him, unbothered. “Stop asking him questions.”

“Obviously, something’s wrong, though. Why won’t he speak?”

“Again, that’s none of your business.” Satoru replies, slurping on his straw. His milkshake is pretty much gone, though. Suguru glares at him and Nanami looks tense. Yuji looks the most uncomfortable out of all of them, though. He pulls on Satoru’s sleeve to get his attention.

Satoru slips his shades up on his head, looks at him, and gives the same answer. “No, Yuji.”

Then, because the atmosphere is full of pressure, Yuji slips up. “But, they’re worried-“

Satoru grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks with one hand, staring at him. “Yuji. Did I give you permission to talk?”

Yuji shakes his head, “No-” He says, then realizes what he just did, and puts his hands over his mouth, staring at Satoru with big eyes.

“What the hell-” Suguru starts to shift but Gojo puts an arm on his hand.

“Wait.”

“Then why are you still talking?” Satoru asks him, his tone light and relaxed. Yuji doesn’t say anything in return, this time. “You know what you did, right?” He checks and Yuji nods silently in understanding. “Good.” Satoru lets him go then, visibly ending their one-sided conversation. Yuji deflates; and he actually looks a little sad. He turns back to his drink, seeming rather guilty, too.

Suguru and Nanami’s faces are priceless, indeed. Satoru doesn’t act like he did anything wrong though, because he didn’t.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you tell him off like that?” Nanami asks, and Satoru only shrugs.

“Itadori-kun.” Nanami says, apparently giving up on getting a straight answer from them. He places an arm on Yuji’s shoulder. “Are you ok?”

“Leave him be, Nanamin. He’s fine.” Satoru tells him, but of course he’s not buying it.

“Itadori- “

“Nanami.” Gojo says, and his tone has finally changed, visibly lacking any playfulness. “Leave him.”

There is silence for a while, and it only gets broken by the waiter who’s asking if they want to order anything else. Nobody does, though, and they finish their drinks in silence. It’s a little awkward, but Satoru doesn’t mind it; neither does his older-self, no doubt.

He looks at Yuji, who finished his drink a while ago, and is still slumped on the table. As if sensing Satoru’s eyes on him, he lifts his head, turning in his direction. He looks like a puppy that’s just been scolded, and it takes Satoru everything he has to not do anything about it. Instead, he regards him coolly, without giving anything away. Yuji looks away, disappointed, when he finds him unresponsive.

“You have some explaining to do.” Suguru tells them, but he doesn’t insist on it happening right away.

“Don't worry about him,” Gojo reassures, smiling suggestively. “He's just being disciplined.” Satoru is not sure if Nanami heard that or not, but Suguru’s confusion, followed by gradual understanding of Gojo’s implications, is priceless.

Before long, they’re heading out of the establishment and start on the way back to the school.

-

As they walk, Yuji sticks close to Gojo, but he keeps glancing Satoru's way, who promptly ignores him.

A few times, he looks as if he’s going to say something, but he always remembers himself just in time. Even though Gojo isn't ignoring him, Yuji seems too preoccupied with the fact that he broke Satoru's rule to feel comforted by his older-self. He walks dejectedly all the way to the subway station. As they wait on the platform, Satoru sees him reach out for Gojo’s hand, only for him to retract it self-consciously when Gojo looks at him with an easy smile. The rule doesn't forbid him from touching Gojo, but Satoru supposes he's feeling guilty enough to refrain himself a little.

He's a good boy like that.

They ride the train for a couple of stations, in which Yuji sits beside Gojo, but opposite from Satoru. Nanami keeps glancing between the three of them like they’re a complicated math equation or something. Suguru looks a little conflicted, but he doesn’t say anything.

-

Satoru ignores Yuji for the rest of the day. Well, more like, he goes back to his dorm room, and doesn’t attempt to make any contact with him from there on.

Yuji’s limit is three days, and that’s stretching it, really.

Three days of being around Satoru without being allowed to make any sort of contact with him. It’s clear he’s suffering, even though Gojo is with him and Yuji's allowed to touch and talk to his teacher.

On the night of the third day since this started, Satoru barges into Yuji's bedroom, bodily picks him up and promptly carries him all the way to his own bedroom.

Gojo is waiting for them already; things go in a whole different direction from there.

-

“You understand what you did, Yuji?~” Gojo asks, his fingers pushing deep inside Yuji, making him jump off the mattress. He’s grasping at the sheets tightly, his head rolling to the sides as Gojo fingers him relentlessly.

“...yes,” Yuji moans, eventually.

“You broke the rules. Now, why would you do that, hm?~”

Satoru stands to the side, watching as Gojo continues his ministrations. He hasn’t touched Yuji since this whole thing started, and he won’t touch him for a while more.

“I’m sorry, I slipped-” Yuji says. His toes curl as Gojo pushes deeper inside him.

“You slipped? Did you really want to be punished so badly?” Yuji gasps and moans instead of answering. They’ve been at it for a while now.

“No, I don’t- I’m sorry,” His voice is so hoarse. Of course it is, Gojo has been torturing him like this for the better part of an hour, denying him orgasm, not touching him anywhere else but his hole, fingering him relentlessly.

“Are you, though?” Gojo grins, pressing inside him, making Yuji spring off the mattress for a second.

“Sensei!” He pleads; his arms grab at Gojo’s shirt, only for Gojo to pry them off and hold him down.

“Yuji, No.” He scolds and Yuji keens, but stays. He looks so wrecked, Satoru doesn’t know how much longer he’ll hold up.

“Please,” Yuji begs him and fuck, he’s actually crying, isn’t he?

“Yu-“ Satoru starts, about to move but Gojo puts out a hand, stopping him in place.

“Not yet. Don’t fall for it.”

Satoru frowns. “Don’t you think he’s been punished enough? Look at him, he’s a mess.”

Yuji sniffs, rolling his head to look at him. He looks dazed, eyelashes clumped with tears, his cheeks wet.

Satoru’s heart twists.

“Satoru.” Yuji pleads, reaching out for him.

Gojo stands back a little, his hand still inside him. “Do you want him, Yuji?”

“Nn!” Yuji makes a sound that translates as yes, but Gojo hums, pulling his fingers out, circling his hole lightly. “Hm, you’re gonna have to convince me. Tell me how much you want him, Yuji.”

“A lot.” Yuji says, his voice hoarse and stuffy. “I want Satoru, please, Sensei. I want him so bad!”

It takes all his self restraint not to intervene, but Satoru stands his ground.

“Oh? Hear that?” Gojo turns to him, only his smile visible, his eyes still blindfolded. “Yuji. How was it? How did it feel, not being allowed to talk to him, not being allowed to touch him at all for three days, hmm? Tell me.”

“I hate it.” He sounds wrecked. “I really- hate it, It feels awful.” He’s looking at Satoru as he says it. It’s a strange feeling, like someone is trampling on his heart.

“How awful?” Gojo pushes and he’s slipping his fingers inside him again, probing around until he finds his spot. Yuji moans and gasps, his forehead drenched in sweat when he turns to look at Satoru again.

“It hurts,” He says, sounding honest and raw. “It hurts, not being allowed- to touch you, being ignored by you. Satoru.”

“Yuji-” Satoru breathes, all the restraint he showed until now starting to crumble.

“One more thing,” Gojo says, and he bends over Yuji, their noses almost touching. “Yuji, what do you want from him? Tell him.”

“I- please talk to me; please touch me, it’s fucking killing me!”

Oh, fuck.

“There you have it.” Gojo says, looking back at him, grinning. To Yuji, he says, “Good boy~.”

Satoru’s heart is beating so fast, he forgot why they were doing this in the first place.

“Give him to me” He shifts until he’s sitting beside Yuji and Gojo moves aside, giving them space.

“Yuji.” He calls and it’s strange that Yuji is not doing anything; he just sits still, staring at him. As if he’s not sure if he’s still being punished or not. “Hi, baby.” Satoru smiles at him, brushes his wet hair back.

“Satoru.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I-“ Yuji’s hand twitches but stays.

“You can, Yuji.” Satoru allows, and in the span of a second, Yuji springs up, clinging to him so hard, Satoru is the one to sigh in relief.

“Satoru, I’m sorry! I missed you so much, I’m sorryI’msorry-“ His hands squeeze around Satoru’s shoulders, crowding into him as close as possible.

Satoru pulls him into his lap, feels his damp skin over his own shirt. “I know baby, I missed you too.” He squeezes him hard, nuzzling his temple, his cheek. “Fuck, I missed you, this was harder than I thought.”

“You did?” Yuji asks in his ear, and Satoru pulls back to see his face.

“Of course I did; did you think it was easy for me to ignore you, Yuji?”

Yuji looks down, shy. “Sorry, I thought- you didn’t seem affected at all, so I thought-“

Satoru lifts his face, so they’re at eye level. “Yuji, I was affected. I’m just good at hiding it, sweetie.” He presses his lips to Yuji’s brow, brushes his hand through his sweaty hair. “I wanted to touch you so badly, you got no idea.”

“Then please touch me.” Yuji breathes, and Satoru gladly gives in, kisses him hard enough to bruise. Yuji’s mouth opens instantly, pushing back desperately, gripping Satoru’s shoulders just as hard.

“Satoru.”

“Here, I'm here.” Satoru hums in his mouth, sucks on his tongue, biting on his lips. He licks them gently, sucks them into his mouth. “Yuji.”

Yuji pushes him down on the bed, and they kiss desperately. Satoru’s hands wander over his back, in his hair, over his thighs and ass cheeks. He wants to fucking devour him, there’s no way he’ll let him go any time soon. Yuji pulls at his shirt, and Satoru lets him take it off, rolls them over so he’s on top of him. They get lost in each other, pulling, touching, pressing. Satoru goes down on him, sucks him into his mouth until Yuji’s a moaning mess, grasping tightly at his hair, his cock deep in Satoru’s throat.

“Satoru- ah- o-oh!”

“Mhmm.” Satoru hums around him; the vibration in his throat makes Yuji’s thighs tremble.

Gojo looks entirely too comfortable just watching the whole thing. He’s jerking off to it, even. It’s kind of hot. Yuji’s cock is pulsing against his tongue, and he pulls it out to kiss the head, giving it a few short, teasing licks, before swallowing him again. He smells so good, Satoru could just eat him up whole. When Yuji’s close, he holds him in his mouth until he comes and he swallows it all down. Yuji pulls him up, mouths at his lips, licks his own taste out of Satoru’s mouth.

Before long, he’s hard again, his pretty cock bouncing against Satoru’s own. Satoru lets him pump his dick for a while, but he’s impatient, and he doesn’t last long before he pushes Yuji down, spreading his legs apart.

“I’m putting it in, ok?”

“Ok, yeah. Please.” Yuji nods enthusiastically, his head craned to watch Satoru’s cock slide inside his hole.

“Look at you; so loose, Yuji. Did you feel empty without my cock inside you?”

“It did, it felt- so empty- ah.” Satoru pushes deep inside him, a few slow, grinding thrusts, before he picks up the pace, fucking him so hard Yuji has to cling to him so he won’t slide off the bed.

“Yesyes,yes, Satoru! yes, thererightthere, Satoru!”

“Here?” Satoru asks, angling in that certain spot, pressing deep and hard. Yuji’s head tilts all the way back, his mouth open, drooling.

“Yes, there, yesyes! Ohgod!”

“Fuck, baby, look at you.” He’s so pretty like this, Satoru missed him so bad. He wants to see him come apart on his cock; he wants to see him cry and beg until he passes out this way.

“Aah!”

Satoru gathers him in his lap, lets Yuji cling to his neck, looking at him through hazy eyes. There’s deep scratches on Satoru’s back, where Yuji’s nails dragged over his skin. They leave behind a dull, pleasant burn.

“Yuji.” Satoru nuzzles his face, bounces him on his cock, and Yuji mewls, greedy and impossible to satiate. Who knew that being denied contact for three days straight would make him so needy? “Yuji, baby, you’re perfect. Look at you- bouncing on my cock so eagerly, like you were made for it!”

“Yes.” Yuji says, his eyes scrunching up in pleasure, chasing whatever feeling courses through him as Satoru pounds him mercilessly.

“Yes, baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll beg me to stop. Gonna fill you up nice and good, make you all wet inside, you want that?”

“Yesplease, yes-“

“My Yuji, you’re such a good boy, Yuji. So good on my cock.”

“ 'M yours, Satoru, yours- please!” Yuji bites into his shoulder, effectively muffling his cries as Satoru grinds inside him.

“Ffuck, that’s hot-” Gojo says, and Satoru glances at him for a few seconds, watches him come in his own hand. Yuji is about to come too, Satoru can feel him squirm and tense in anticipation.

“You gonna come, Yuji? You gonna come on my cock, hm?”

“Yeah-“ Yuji moans, clinging to him tightly.

“Not yet, baby. Hold it in. You’re gonna come when I say so, hear me?”

“…kay- yeah.”

“That’s it, such an obedient boy. You deserve it, Yuji.”

“Mmn.” Yuji keens, evidently restraining his own pleasure; Satoru pounds into him a few more minutes before he lets him. He grinds into his prostate, slams rapidly into it, until Yuji comes all over himself, droll pooling out of his mouth. “Fuck, yes baby, just like that. Come.”

He doesn’t let him rest, fucks into him while he’s coming and after, when he’s oversensitive, mewling tiredly into Satoru’s neck.

“Told you, Yuji. You’re going to sit on my cock until you pass out, baby. And when you fall asleep, I’m going to fuck into you, gonna come in your pretty hole, watch it drip out of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Haah, please- Ican’t-“

“Yes, yes you can, baby. You’re my little whore, you can take it.”

“Mmn-” Yuji whimpers and Satoru fucks into him relentlessly, until he starts crying into his shoulder.

“Who’s my little whore? I should have punished you right there, right in front of Nanami- and Suguru, hmm!?”

“PleaseSatoru, I can’t, can’t, please,”

“ -should have pushed your panties down, sat you in my lap; bounced you on my cock while they watched you beg and cry for it, yeah? You want that?”

“Please!” Yuji cries. Satoru would worry about it, if he didn’t know how much Yuji’s enjoying this.

“Please? You’re so greedy, do you really want them to see you like this? What would they think of you, Yuji? Do you want them to know what a whore you are for my cock, hm? How you’re begging me and your precious Sensei to fill you up with both of our cocks, wreck your little hole until you pass out?” Satoru puts him down on the bed, pries his hands off to slaps his ass cheek, hard.

“Tell me, Yuji!”

“Yes!” Yuji shouts, and Satoru slaps him again, on the same cheek.

“Yes, what?”

“YES, I want them to see- I want them to know, I’m all yours. I love you, Satoru, I love you-” Yuji’s voice is hoarse, his words pulled out of him in a rush, tears wetting his mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I love you too.” Satoru kisses him, slows down a little as he fucks into him. Gradually, his thrusts go back to that torturous slow and deep pace, and Yuji’s dick twitches in interest. He’s not hard yet, but he’s going to be soon.

“Such a greedy little whore, Yuji. Who else would satisfy you like this? Who else could fuck you for hours, until you’re a drolling mess, baby?”

“No-one.” Yuji says, and he’s pulling Satoru close, kissing him slowly. “I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

“You have me, Yuji. You have two of me.” Satoru says, rocking him slowly on his cock. It’s mellow and gentle, and Yuji’s breath gradually slows, his eyes regaining some of their focus. “You’re mine, Yuji.” Satoru tells him quietly.

“Sensei,” Yuji calls, looking for him.

“What is it?” Gojo shifts to stand at his side.

“-love you.” Yuji breathes. His hand grabs onto Gojo’s, and Gojo interlaces their fingers, kisses the back of Yuji’s hand as Satoru fucks gently into his tender hole.

“Mhhmm.” Yuji’s hand slides off eventually, slipping between Gojo’s legs, palming his cock. He’s half-hard, so it doesn’t take much before it’s all red and flushed, a little wet in Yuji’s hand.

“Atta boy, baby.” Gojo lets him tug at his cock for a while, until Satoru pulls out of him, and flips him over so his face sits between Gojo’s legs. Yuji swallows his teacher’s cock down, and Satoru pushes back into his hole, fucking him while he’s greedily sucking cock. He’s lapping at Gojo’s slit with kitten licks, mouths at it as if he wants to eat it all up. Gojo’s hand grabs his hair tightly, pushing him deeper onto his cock, and Yuji chokes a little, but he doesn’t have much of a gag reflex so he can take it.

“Yeah, Yuji, that’s it, baby. Suck it with your pretty mouth.” Gojo sighs, his head hanging back, guiding Yuji’s mouth up and down his cock. Satoru thrusts a little harder, and Yuji moans around the length in his throat.

“Hey, don’t bite, now.” Gojo scolds, pulling a little harder on his hair.

“Mmmn-” Yuji slurs, droll pooling around his mouth, dripping down his chin.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you? Being stuffed full from both sides?” He rocks into him at the same time Satoru fucks him from behind, and Yuji moans, his hands pressing hard into Gojo’s thighs. “Greedy little whore, slurping on my cock like this. Is it yummy?”

“Mmm!” Yuji hums in approval.

“Yeah? You like Sensei’s cock, don’t you. It’s good, isn’t it?” Yuji tries to speak around it, but it’s only drool that comes out, pooling at the base of Gojo’s dick, in the trimmed patch of his pubic hair. Satoru slaps his ass cheek, hard, slips in a finger alongside his cock, watches Yuji squirm as he tries to pull back for a moment.

“Ah-ah!” Gojo scolds, pushing him back onto his cock. “Bad boy, Yuji.”

He holds him there until Yuji makes him orgasm, milking every drop and swallowing all of his come down. He takes deep breaths when he comes up for air, and his face is flushed red. Gojo pets his hair, praising him while Satoru pulls out of him.

“Good, you deserve a reward, Yuji~.”

“ -reward?” Yuji asks, out of breath.

“Yes, my sweet.” Gojo pulls him in his lap, kisses his cheek, the bridge of his nose where his scar stretches. “You’ve been so good, Yuji. Sensei is so proud of you.”

Yuji visibly brightens, nuzzling into Gojo’s touch, melting into it. Gojo lifts him in his arms, gets off the bed. Satoru follows, curious where this is going.

“C’mere, baby. Hold on to me, ok?” Gojo instructs, and he lifts him until Yuji’s thighs are on either side of his head. He takes Yuji into his mouth.

Oh.

Satoru likes where this is going.

Yuji’s cock is a little soft, but he’s slowly hardening in Gojo’s mouth. Satoru stands behind him, spreads his cheeks wide, and gives him a soft lick over his hole. It flutters greedily, asking to be eaten. Satoru inludges him, starts to eat him out slowly as Gojo sucks his dick. Yuji’s clinging to Gojo’s head, moaning prettily while Gojo pushes him slowly in and out of his mouth. Satoru’s tongue slips inside him, once, twice, then he bites.

“Ah!” Yuji exclaims.

Satoru giggles. “Oh!”

“Satoru- Sensei!”

“Mhm~.” Satoru hums, grips his ass cheeks tight while spreading them apart. They’re nice and plump, but not enough for it to be considered effeminate. He licks over his hole again, delighting in Yuji’s little gasps and mewls, his soft, twitching muscles.

“You like it, Yuji? You like having your hole eaten out, baby?”

“Mnnyes-ah, there, please!”

“Right here?” Satoru asks, giving him a few more soft licks.

“Yes, there, fffhu-“

“Good boy, such a pretty little hole. Mmm, I could eat you all day.” Yuji groans, twitching continuously under Satoru’s tongue.

“Sensei- mgonna, mgonna come!”

“Mm.” Gojo hums, keeping him there.

“-In your mouth?” Yuji asks, and Gojo hums again in approval. Satoru eats him out eagerly, bringing him close to tears as he’s being stimulated from both sides. He orgasms so prettily, gasping and keening as Gojo swallows his come.

He’s a dizzy mess when Gojo lets him down, so Satoru holds him up, eventually carrying him back to bed.

-

From there on, Yuji sleeps like a baby, cuddled between the two of them, warm and content.

Satoru sleeps too, but he wakes up at some point in the night. Yuji’s sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide, and Satoru’s insatiable libido gets the best of him. He fingers him a for a while, marveling at how loose and open he is, all prepped for taking their big cocks at any time. He doesn’t put it in, but he gives in to the urge to slide his face between his ass cheeks, lick his hole while he sleeps. Yuji sighs without waking up. Satoru eats him out, every now and then slipping a finger inside him, stretching him open, nice and slow. Yuji squirms, pushes back on his fingers, greedy even in his sleep.

Satoru thinks they trained him well.

He definitely wasn’t like this in the beginning, but once they got him used to being fucked within an inch of his life, he’s been craving it more and more often. He delights in the thought that Yuji sometimes gets distracted while in class, thinking of Gojo fucking him over the desk. They ought to get him some vibrating panties, make him wear them during class or when they go out.

That sounds like a lot of fun, actually.

“Nn.” Yuji mewls in his sleep, no doubt feeling what Satoru’s doing to his hole. Torturing Yuji is nice, really, Satoru’s favourite thing in the world, but he’s also craving to fuck himself on his cock. That gorgeous, big cock, which- oh, he’s hard. Satoru watches for a few seconds as Yuji’s hips hump the bed, before he flips him over. His dick bounces on his tummy, leaking.

“Oh boy.” It’s not as big as Satoru’s own, but it’s definitely impressive enough.

And who is he to neglect such a beautiful cock, really?

Satoru spits in his hand, before remembering they have lube, so he fetches it from the nightstand. He fingers himself open with one hand, the other pumping Yuji slowly, to keep him nice and hard. It takes a while since he doesn’t do this too often, but eventually he sinks down on Yuji’s cock, gradually.

There’s the usual burn in the beginning, so he takes his time, rocks his hips gently without lifting himself. He can feel Yuji inside him, pulsing and hardening. Satoru holds his hips down, slides back and forth, torturously pushes that cock deep inside until it grinds into him. Once he feels loose enough, he lifts his hips, once, twice, coming back down on it. Yuji groans in his sleep, his toes curling, but he’s such a heavy sleeper, it always takes a lot to wake him up.

Satoru is not complaining.

The careful slide of Yuji’s cock inside him is starting to feel like torture, and he suddenly feels empty and loose, needing to be rammed into. Satoru gives in to it, starts bouncing up and down on Yuji’s thick cock, the sounds of wet, sloppy moves filling the room.

Predictably, it wakes Gojo up. Satoru looks at him, making eye-contact while he’s fucking himself on Yuji’s cock. At first, Gojo’s eyes are half-lidded, for once, not wearing a blindfold. He has it around his neck, though. Satoru doesn’t stop, keeps riding Yuji into the mattress; Gojo stands up, following his every move with interest. The smile that stretches on his face says he’s up to no good, and Satoru watches him slide his blindfold back over his eyes.

“Having fun?” Gojo teases, shifting to stand beside him.

Satoru closes his eyes, slams himself down on Yuji’s cock. He huffs a strained laugh. “Ha-what do you thin-k?”

Gojo smirks, his hand touching Satoru’s cock, just one finger pressing against the leaking head. “I think you’re being greedy, don’t you?~”

“Got a problem with that?” Satoru returns. He reaches out a hand to slide in Gojo’s hair, gripping him tight and pulling him close only to grin in his face.

“Not at all~.” Gojo says, smiling widely before he willingly goes and kisses Satoru. It’s wet, with a lot of bite in it. Satoru hums, his lips abused while he fucks himself on Yuji’s cock. Yuji makes sounds, shifts every now and then, but he doesn’t wake up, and even for him, it is a wonder. He must be fucking exhausted from all that stimulation. After all, they fucked him into oblivion.

“Mmm, in need of some punishment yourself?” Gojo asks, pulling back from Satoru’s mouth. His lower lip is bleeding.

“Offering to give it?” Satoru throws back, smirking.

“Oh-ho, you’re asking for it, brat.” Gojo shifts his weight behind him, and sometimes Satoru forgets he’s taller than him. Not by much, since they are the same person, but taller nonetheless.

Gojo stands behind him, one hand coming around to grip the base of Satoru’s cock, the other sliding in his hair, a tight grip.

“Now bounce.” He says, and it’s the same tone he’s using when commanding Yuji to obey.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Satoru doesn't do as told, instead rocks slowly on Yuji’s cock. Gojo grips his hair tighter. It’s painful, but just the right amount. He growls, slapping Satoru’s cheek. “Bounce, I said.”

Satoru lets him steam for a little while, grinning when Gojo makes him turn his head so he can see him. He says nothing, so Satoru says nothing. They just stare at each other for a long moment, before Satoru starts to move. In a few seconds, he’s bouncing eagerly on Yuji’s cock, fast and deep, as deep as it’ll go. Gojo lets him do his thing for a few moments, before deciding to be a bastard about it.

“Look at you, this is what you really wanted all along, hm?” Gojo pulls his head back, hand buried in Satoru's hair, speaking right into his ear. Satoru slows his movement in the process.

“Don’t stop.” Gojo orders him, pulling a little harder.

“Ah- fuck-“ Satoru hates that it just turns him on, really.

“Yeah, fuck, now move.”

Satoru would love to annoy the shit out of him, but he’s the one really suffering here, if he keeps denying himself what he really needs. So he doesn’t stop moving. He rides Yuji into the mattress, rides him until Yuji is the one to come inside him, filling him up with hot, gooey come.

Satoru slumps against Gojo’s chest, doesn’t pull Yuji’s cock out of himself, yet. He feels come sliding out of his hole, down his thighs. It’s pulsing and softening, though, so he should.

"You know what I think?" Gojo asks him, and his breath is hot in Satoru’s ear. "I think you're not even close to satisfied." He lifts Satoru from Yuji's cock by the back of his thighs and puts him down in his lap.

"Yeah?” Satoru’s breath is coming down slowly, but he grins “How would you know?"

"You're not seriously asking me that, are you?" Gojo deadpans.

"Guess- not." Fuck, he’s still so worked up.

"See?" Gojo says quietly. He’s dragging his palm, slowly, across Satoru’s chest, his tummy and thighs. "You're burning up." He whispers, deep and warm in Satoru’s ear. Satoru groans, his head rolling on Gojo’s shoulder. Gojo hums. "Want me to wake him up? So he can make you feel good? He can, you know?” His hands brush between Satoru’s legs, just over his thighs, light and teasing. “You've never tried it before, pushing him to his limits like that. Pushing Yuji until he lets go, until he embraces that aggressiveness he has in him. You can see it, can't you? He could fuck you so hard, you'd forget your fucking name."

God, yes, that sounds amazing.

"Fuck, we should- do that."

Gojo hums, pleased. "Mmm, we should." He mouths behind Satoru's ear, down his neck, nips at his cheek before sucking marks into his shoulder. Satoru can feel Gojo’s cock sliding between his ass-cheeks, and he’s still so horny, it’s torture.

Involuntarily, he arches into Gojo and whines.

Fuck.

Predictably, Gojo chuckles. "So needy- you look pretty like this." He’s lifting Satoru by the back of his legs, teasing his hole with the head of his cock.

What the hell.

"What are you doing?” Satoru asks him.

"Hmm, what do you think?"

This guy- is he?

"Wait- seriously? You're gonna- fuck yourself?" Satoru asks dubiously, and he's not entirely sure what he thinks of that.

Gojo is unperturbed. "Mmm, I don't see why not. I'm just that pretty." He mouths on Satoru’s cheek, wet and warm. His voice is low and seductive as fuck. "You don't want to?"

Satoru hates him.

"...fuck."

"That's what I thought." Gojo says smugly, and already, he's slowly pushing Satoru down on his cock. It’s big. It’s- incredibly big. Satoru should know that, it’s his own dick after all.

He hisses. "Ah- ffffu- it's- so much bigger- how is Yuji taking-" He holds his breath, biting his lips as he slowly sinks down on its full length.

"Amazing, isn't he?” Gojo says, his hand on Satoru’s jaw. “Taking such a big, fat cock, twice, in the same- hole." He slams into Satoru, hard and deep, and so fucking sharp, he swears he feels it in his belly.

"Aah!" The moan comes out of Satoru’s mouth without an ounce of control, and he glances at Yuji, marveling at the fact that he’s still sleeping!

"Yeah, there you go." Gojo praises, starts rocking into him.

"Fuck- don't- don't move!" It’s too soon, he can’t take all of that, even if he’s loose from Yuji’s cock.

Gojo sounds like he’s smiling, though. "Oh, you don't want me to pound into you until you come from this alone?" No doubt a shit-eating grin on his stupid face.

Satoru shakes his head frantically.

“Is that so?" Gojo says flatly, and proceeds to slam into him. Hard. "Liar."

Satoru is not sure if it hurts or if he’s starting to see stars. His vision is kind of hazy, and his mind is not too far behind.

"You know what I think?" Gojo fucks into him, fast and deep. "I think, you need someone to put you in your place." His cock is grinding so deep inside, all he can do is hold on to Gojo’s arms. "I've wanted to do this since that first time, when you were fucking yourself on his cock, whining so prettily.”

"Mnh,” Satoru would love to just give him trouble, but he can’t even focus enough to form words.

"Look at you. It's good, isn't it? It's so good you worry about wanting this again, and again- am I wrong?" Gojo asks, and his thrusts make Satoru’s head spin.

"Fuck- fuck you-ah."

Gojo laughs at him, the fucking bastard. "You're doing just that, you cheeky brat." His tone is smug as he bounces Satoru on his cock.

"You were curious, weren't you? How Yuji feels when he's bouncing on my cock. What he’s feeling- when he's taking both of us inside of him, hm?" Gojo grabs him by the throat with one hand, covers his mouth with the other, and his thrusts slow to a torturous pace, deep and sharp, teasing his prostate. "I shoud wake him up, and you should suck that pretty cock of his while I'm fucking into you. Make it nice and hard- all good for going- inside you. You'd like that, hm?" He brings his hand down to circle Satoru’s hole. "I know you're imagining it, taking both of us in here, hm?"

He slams hard into him, no warning. It’s such a sudden pain mixed with pleasure, that Satoru’s mouth instinctively clamps over Gojo’s hand. Hard.

"Ah. Look what you did." Gojo tuts, examining the teeth marks on his hand. "You're such a brat. So hard to discipline." Abruptly, he’s pushing Satoru’s face down into the mattress. "Don't you think I know you, though? I know exactly what you need-" He holds him down by the nape, slams hard into him. "-how you need it, and for how long!" He’s fucking him so hard the bed shakes.

"You're gonna be a good boy?" Gojo demands.

Satoru snorts. "No- fuck- you!"

Gojo chuckles. "No?" He bends over Satoru, bites his shoulder hard enough to leave an ugly mark, all while mercilessly pounding into his prostate.

Satoru moans, his breath pushing out of him frantically.

Fuck, that’s good. So good.

Gojo pulls his head back by the hair, slaps his face.

That shouldn’t turn him on, but it does.

"Fff- fuck- ow." Satoru grumbles half-heartedly.

"You're gonna be a good boy now?" Gojo asks, looking down on him, no doubt. Satoru turns to look at him, just to be a little shit, and he smirks. His answer is simple.

"No."

Gojo stares back for a moment. "Oh, really?"

He pulls out, slides two of his fingers inside him instead. Satoru relaxes into the mattress, feeling all soft and gooey as Gojo fingers him. His calm is short-lived, however. There’s no warning at all before Gojo starts sliding his fingers too fast inside him, making him moan and keen into the bed sheets. It feels amazing, so fucking good, he’s not even aware he’s pushing back on those long, thick fingers.

It’s all he can do to hold onto the sheets as Gojo abuses his prostate, denying him orgasm every time he’s close. Devoid of any mercy. Satoru should have seen it coming, really.

Fuck, is this what Yuji withstood- for an hour!?

Satoru takes it, until he can't anymore. He’s not sure how long passes, between his body burning on the inside and his mouth drooling onto the mattress, leaving him a moaning, needy mess. His body instinctively tries to withdraw from Gojo’s fingers. What’s up with those fingers?!

"Fuck- stop teasing- ah, come on!"

Gojo only hums. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." He’s probably eating shit with that smile in his voice.

This fucking bastard.

Satoru whines and he hates it, but it’s driving him mad. "I said- stop teasing! God!"

"I don't know that word." Gojo sounds like he’s grinning. He probably tortures him for another three minutes, but it feels like forever to Satoru before his fingers gain speed. Suddenly, Gojo’s fucking him so hard on his hand, he’s literally fingering him into oblivion. It’s blissful and overwhelming, and his heart is beating too fast. It’s also too soon, when he comes all over his tummy, some of it spilling on the bed.

Fuck, he just came from this guy’s fingers alone. Ugh.

"Wow, look at you." Gojo sounds amused. He doesn’t even give Satoru time to rest, instead pulling him into his lap to promptly slide him back down on his cock.

"Fuck- what are you doin-gh-nnh." Fuck no, nope. He’s not taking this shit. Even so, Gojo starts bouncing him on his length again.

"I think you know." He says smugly, all the while abusing the fuck out of his tender hole.

Satoru grits his teeth, refuses to beg. "Fuck you- shit- pull out, pull out!"

"Shhh, you can take this. Weren't you the strongest, hm?~" Gojo sounds a little mocking as he mouths on Satoru’s cheek, biting into it.

Satoru keens. Then promptly feels mortified, to Gojo’s utter delight.

"Yeah, just like that." He praises, grinding into him.

"Stop- God, I can't-can'tIcan't, no-" He can’t help it, it fucking hurts. Satoru whines, his head rolling back on Gojo’s shoulder.

How is Yuji taking all this, from both of them?

Gojo keeps going until Satoru feels his eyes tear up and his nose running. He’s so fucking tender, and Gojo’s cock is just rubbing against him, relentlessly.

"I said- to stop- aah!-fffh-" He sniffs, gulps.

"You're gonna be a good boy for me? I'll pull out if you're good." Satoru just shakes his head frantically, bites his lips in the process.

Gojo mock-sighs. "So stubborn. You don't wanna be good for me? Who do you wanna be a good boy for, hm?" He demands, pushing Satoru's face down into the mattress again. The change in position makes Gojo’s cock hit his spot, and Satoru gasps, wincing.

"Yuj-i, ah-only for Yu- nngh!"

Gojo chuckles, and it sounds cruel. "Only for Yuji? Wanna be a good boy for Itadori Yuji, Satoru?" His voice is right in Satoru’s ear.

Yes, he does. Satoru is not ashamed to admit it.

"Yes! Fuck, yes." His voice is fucking hoarse.

"Hear that, Yuuji?~" Gojo calls, and Satoru looks up, makes direct eye-contact with Yuji, who’s- probably been awake for a while now. Yuji’s eyes are big, his mouth slightly open.

"Satoru." He says quietly.

Gojo is pulling him back by the hair, sliding inside him again. When did he even pull out?

"Look, Yuji. Bet you didn't know he could look like this, hm?"

Yuji doesn’t say anything, probably just stares, dumbfounded. Satoru can’t see him very clearly at the moment.

Gojo is lifting him on his lap again. "Doesn't he look pretty? I made him cry, you know?" He slaps Satoru’s cheek, loud enough to be heard clearly. "Sensei made him cry because he just- wouldn't- obey." He stresses the last few words with deep, sharp thrusts of his cock.

Satoru can’t take it. He’s exhausted.

He’s fucking keening.

"He just refuses to be a good boy; you know why?" Gojo keeps fucking into him as he talks. "Because he's so loyal, that's why- only wants to be good- for- Yuji, don't you!?" He squeezes Satoru’s cheeks in one hand, turning his head sideways so Satoru can see him. All that comes out of him is a half-hearted moan.

"Come here, Yuji. He needs you." Gojo beckons him, his hips finally coming to a stop. Wordlessly, Yuji shifts closer to them.

"Satoru" His voice is calm and soothing, and Satoru reaches out for him at the same time Yuji does. His hands go around Yuji’s shoulders, and he’s being lifted from Gojo’s lap, cock sliding out of him.

Then, he’s on Yuji’s lap. Yuji, warm and soft, with big, gentle hands and his kind, appeasing voice. Satoru whines in relief, and Yuji’s making soothing noises, holding him close.

"Shh, I got you. It's ok, I got you." He’s nuzzling into Satoru’s hair, and Satoru nuzzles back into his neck. So soft.

Smells like Yuji.

"Yuji." He squeezes around him, comforted by his scent, his breath on Satoru’s sweaty skin. Yuji kisses his shoulder, tender and loving.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm here, Satoru." He reassures, kissing the top of his head, carding his fingers through Satoru’s wet hair.

Satoru literally dozes off, because he's exhausted, and Yuji is the best kind of comfort the world has to offer.

-

"Ah- he fell asleep." Sensei's voice is back to its usual playful tone.

"Sensei, you're so mean!" Yuji scolds him, but it doesn’t have much effect seeing as he’s whispering. Satoru looks so worn out, Yuji is not sure what they did before he woke up.

Sensei smiles widely "Tsk, tsk, Yuji~." He leans close, and his voice is smooth and low again. "You just don't know him well enough. You haven't seen that side of him, yet." He’s petting Satoru's hair as he speaks. "He's almost impossible to discipline, this one."

It takes Yuji a moment too long to realize the implications of what he’s saying.

Oh.

Sensei smirks at the look of realization on his face. "You get what I mean?"

Yuji gulps. "...yeah." Ridiculously enough, he feels his ears and cheeks burn red at the thought.

"Ahaa, you're not opposed to it, are you?~" Gojo-Sensei teases him but Yuji doesn’t deny it.

Sensei leans close to him. "But Yuji, can you?" He asks, whispering in Yuji's ear. “Do you have it in you, to give him what he actually needs?"

Yuji shivers; his cock is getting warm from the implications. He holds Satoru close, petting his hair absentmindedly.

Can he? Can he dominate Gojo Satoru?

He can’t get Satoru’s face out of his head; the way he looked, pushed down into the mattress, refusing to submit, because-

Because he’ll only submit to Yuji, he’d said.

God. What is he to do with that? Of course Yuji wants to give him everything. Of course he wants to make him feel good, so good he sees stars.

He’ll always want to give everything of himself to Gojo Satoru.

"If that's what he needs from me, then yes."

Sensei’s lips stretch into a devious grin. "Oh, you're a treasure, Yuji." He ruffles Yuji's hair affectionately. "Sensei will teach you all about it, then. In fact, you'll be learning by first hand experience, just like we did today, hm?~"

Yuji doesn’t know how this man still makes him blush, after all the things he did with him. He nods his head, serious. "Yeah, ok. I'll learn.”

"Oh, I know you will. You're an excellent student, after all. Sensei's favourite." He adds, kissing Yuji's forehead.

Yuji loves being Satoru Gojo’s favourite person.