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Satoru knew he messed up when he saw the angry form of his friend Shoko stomping towards him, her forgotten cigarette falling from her pursed lips only to be crushed under her foot as she quickly closed the gap between them. Shit, he thought, is it too late to run? His Infinity was on, but he knew that wouldn’t stop Shoko from giving him a piece of her mind.
“What the hell are you doing, are you trying to get me killed?” She was stopped right in front of him now, her face tilted up so that her eyes were practically burning a hole through him.
“I’m sorry Sho, I didn’t know you were in there!”
It was the best excuse he could give, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He had been training nonstop for almost a week now in anticipation for his fight with Sukuna. Drills bored him, and he didn’t want to practice sparring with his students, so he had taken it upon himself to wrangle up the strongest curses he could find in the area and use them as target practice. Unfortunately, he discovered too late that the curse he just obliterated with Red had apparently been right in front of a building that Shoko had been working in.
“Satoru, you nearly hit me with Red. Look, my hair is singed just from being near it!” She held up a piece of her long brown hair and pushed it towards his face, and Satoru could see the last of the smoke twirling off the burnt ends and into the air.
“Well, it’s a good thing you can pull off short hair, am I right?” His weak attempt at placating his friend only backfired when his words were met with another unamused glare from Shoko. It was clear he wasn’t going to get out of this one so easy.
“Satoru, I know you’re worried about your fight with Sukuna—”
“I’m not worried!” He interrupted, but Shoko lifted a finger to his lips, her face warning him that if he interrupted again she wouldn’t be so nice, and his quick silence allowed her to continue.
“I know you have a lot of pressure on you, even more than you usually do, and you think that means you need to train 24/7 to prepare, but it’s taking a toll on you. Look at you, I haven’t seen you this overworked since…”
Her voice trailed off, but Satoru didn’t need her to finish for him to know what she was referring to. He remembered all too well the feeling of being so burnt out during his first year trying to protect Riko. It was before he could use RCT on himself, and the effort of having Infinity activated for so long had taken a harsh toll on him, and it later came to bite him in the ass. Or, more specifically, stab him in the chest.
“Well, anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I think it would do you some good to take a break. You’re only hurting yourself if you keep up with this ridiculous training schedule, and now you’re hurting me too, so I’m drawing a line—no more training for you today, doctor’s orders.” Shoko crossed her arms and kept her gaze firm, clearly testing to see if he was bold enough to go against her wishes. They both knew he wasn’t.
“Alright alright, I’ll take a break. But only if that means you’ll help me. After all, I’m your patient now!” He deactivated his Infinity long enough to pull her into a crushing hug, and long enough for her to get a good jab to his ribs, before he released her again. He could see the faint trace of a smile tugging on her lips, and he knew his hug did the trick.
“In that case, I’ll prescribe you a healthy dose of ethanol to get you loosened up.”
“Sho, you know I don’t drink—”
“I know I know, but I think we could all use a bit of a break right now,” and as if on cue, he watched as she reached into her pocket to pull out another cigarette.
“I guess you’re right,” he said as they started to make their way back to their camp. All of his students had been training so hard during this time leading up to the fight, and he knew the pressure was taking a toll on them as well. Maybe they all needed a night to unwind, a night to be free and unburdened, even just for a little while.
* * *
Satoru had almost forgotten what his students’ laughter sounded like, how it was one of the best sounds in the world. Engulfed in the comfortable heat wafting from the fire they had started, the group of sorcerers were lounging around in one of the abandoned buildings in Shinjuku. Shoko had scoped out the area previously (when she wasn’t trying to avoid being blown up by Satoru) and found a comfortable headquarters area that served as a home base while they trained in the area. Even Utahime had joined the fun.
That was where they found themselves on this cold winter night, seated around the room illuminated by the fire blazing in the fireplace at the edge of the room, lounging on mats and couches or seated haphazardly on the floor, passing around food and drinks as Takaba stood in front of them all and recited his jokes. It had started to snow outside, the clouds moving in quickly, so they huddled together around the fire to pass the time and forget about life for a while.
Satoru hadn’t known Takaba for long because of his time in the prison realm, but his students seemed to take a liking to him, so he settled in with the rest of them, trying to forget what waited in store for him. He had to admit, Takaba’s jokes weren’t really his style (no wonder he was a failed comedian…), but every once in a while one of them landed and laughter filled the room.
Satoru sat on the floor next to Shoko who was making sure they were both supplied with an ample amount of alcohol as they leaned back against a couch and watched their students listen to the terrible comedy set. Satoru was a lightweight, so after one drink he was already feeling the buzz settle in, and the jokes suddenly started to seem much funnier to him.
“Ok ok, now what do you call a pony that has a sore throat?” Takaba looked around the room and once again his eyes immediately landed on Yuji, who seemed to be enjoying the set more than anyone else.
“Ooo ooo I know this one!” Satoru watched as Yuji stood up to deliver the punchline in a dramatic manner, “Ehem… a little hoarse!”
There was a wave of chuckling, not because of the joke, but because Takaba seemed to be annoyed that Yuji had stolen his limelight.
“Ha, careful Takaba, it looks like your apprentice is hot on your tail!” The quip came from Kirara who was currently curled up with Hakari on a couch. It made Satoru smile to see them so comfortable, finally able to just be themselves without fear of the higher-ups. It reminded him exactly what he was fighting for.
“Alright well how about this one,” Takaba ushered Yuji back to his seat before taking center stage again. “What do you call a fake noodle?” The room was silent as they waited for Takaba to finish the joke. “An impasta!”
“Boo!” Maki’s voice came from the corner of the room where she was seated next to Yuta who was now furiously blushing at her heckling.
“No comments from the peanut gallery! If you think you could do better, I invite you to come and try,” Takaba complained. But Satoru couldn’t take the man’s pouting seriously in that outfit.
“C’mon Takaba we’re only kidding, keep the jokes coming! Try to make Satoru laugh this time, he could use some more laughter these days,” Shoko piped up. Satoru only had time to throw her glare before the attention of the room was now all on him.
“Ok I’ve been saving the best for last! When is the only time you should challenge Death to a pillow fight?” Once again, the room fell silent, but this time there was a tension in the room. Takaba didn’t seem to pick up on this as he continued, “When you’re prepared for the reaper-cushions!”
The topic of fighting and death had cast a damp vibe across the room, and only Yuji was brave enough to let out a small pity laugh for Takaba.
“Sheesh, tough crowd. I thought that one was pretty good…” Takaba said, rubbing his chin in confusion.
“Read the room and maybe steer clear of jokes that have to do with fighting and dying, smartass,” Maki heckled again.
“Well that’s no fun, those are the best jokes!” Takaba frowned again. Suddenly, Yuji was once again standing up, his face in an expression that told Satoru he had a bad idea coming.
“I know! If Gojo sensei needs to be cheered up before his fight with the big bad Sukuna, why don’t we crack some jokes about Sukuna?”
Satoru thought for a second, it actually wasn’t a bad idea.
“You’re right Yuji! Nothing lifts my spirits like taunting my opponents. Maybe all I need is to belittle the King of Curses!”
“Leave it to me, amateurs," Takaba interrupted, regaining his confidence once again. “Ok, let’s start with the basics. Have you tried picturing Sukuna in his underwear? That always used to work for me when I was on stage.”
Satoru played along, closing his eyes and trying to imagine what Sukuna would look like naked. He had already got a glimpse of the other man when he was first released from the prison realm and went to attack Kenjaku. Sukuna had been just as tall and broad as he expected, but what Satoru hadn't expected was how breathtaking the other man was.
Sukuna had been wearing a gi, but Satoru could still see the ripple of his muscles through the fabric, the inky black of his tattoos bleeding through the stark white of the gi. Even more surprising was the fact that Satoru noticed it was a traditionally feminine gi, no doubt to accommodate for the extra limbs that sprouted from Sukuna’s side.
He had expected to find the four arms, four eyes, and two mouths daunting—monstrous even—but one look was all it took for Satoru to be absolutely dazzled by the other man. He was an impressive height, even taller than Satoru, with a menacing figure and a demanding, regal presence.
No doubt about it, Sukuna was hot.
So picturing Sukuna without the gi… it only made Satoru’s imagination run wild. How far down did those tattoos go? Did he have multiple limbs everywhere? Would the carpet match the pink drapes?
He was pulled from his increasingly dirty thoughts when he heard a soft uncomfortable cough, and he quickly snapped back to reality to see everyone’s eyes trained on him.
“You alright, Gojo? You were practically salivating…” Utahime said, cocking her eyebrow up.
“No that’s not, I wasn’t—”
But it was too late, his words were fumbled and his cheeks were red, and it didn’t take long for Takaba to finally connect the dots.
“No way! Does the great and powerful Satoru Gojo have a crush on Sukuna?” Takaba’s question hung in the air a bit too long before Satoru tried to save face.
“Of course not! You were the one who told me to picture him naked, what is a guy supposed to do?” Satoru’s voice was now coming out an octave higher as he tried to do the impossible and convince the crowd that he wasn’t just fantasizing about the King of Curses. But even Satoru had his limits.
“Sensei you dirty dog, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Maki taunted once again, setting Yuta almost on fire with embarrassment.
“Wow Gojo sensei, I didn’t know that tall, burly tatted guys were your type,” Yuji said. He was the only one who seemed to be taking this earnestly, his face covered in an expression of curiosity.
“I always knew he was into the bad boys,” Shoko quipped.
“I can’t blame him, bad boys are always the best,” Kirara chimed in, pulling Hakari closer to her side.
“Stop it, it’s not funny!” Satoru whined. His face was getting redder and redder as his students kept on teasing him about his stupid crush. The final nail in the coffin came from Takaba.
“No wonder you have the six-eyes Gojo, you need them to peek through Sukuna’s clothes!” The room erupted in laughter, the loudest of the night so far. It only spurred Takaba on as Satoru tried to disappear through the floor.
“Maybe you should have been Sukuna’s vessel, we all know you’d want those 20 fingers in you!” The room was booming with laughter now, his students cackling and doubling over as Takaba continued to joke and Satoru continued to try and evaporate.
“Why so eager to fight him, Gojo? Do you want him to expand your domain?” Takaba stood in triumph as the room continued to erupt in a cacophony of laughs. Kirara and Maki were now practically rolling on the floor with laughter. Takaba seemed to truly be hitting his stride, and Satoru could see his cursed energy start to surge. Oh no, that can’t be good.
“Ok that’s enough, seriously, stop before something—” But it was no use, Satoru’s pleas were drowned out by all the laughter in the room, and Takaba geared up for his final joke.
“Hey everyone, why won’t Sukuna use ‘cleave’ on Gojo?”
“Why?” They shouted in unison.
“Because, he’d rather mount than dismantle!”
Satoru squeezed his eyes shut to prepare for the sounds of laughter, but it never came. In fact, now only a thick silence seemed to surround him. He wondered if they finally got the picture, and he risked a quick peek out of his eyes and what he saw, or more accurately didn’t see, sent chills down his spine.
His students and friends were no longer there. In fact, he didn’t even seem to be in the same room. The scenery was different, there was no roaring fire, no food or drinks. Instead, there were candles spread throughout the room, casting a dim glow. A giant red canopy bed sat in the center, adorned with different pillows and blankets, and bedside drawers were on either side of it. Soft music seemed to be playing from somewhere, but he couldn’t see the source. Overall, the scene was bizarre.
Satoru stood alone in the middle of what looked to be an abandoned honeymoon suite somewhere in Shinjuku. Or at least, he thought he was alone, until he heard a deep rumbling voice speak from behind him, making his hair stand on end.
“What is the meaning of this, sorcerer? What have you done?”
Satoru spun around fast enough to get whiplash, and his jaw dropped to the floor when he saw where the angry voice had come from. He was now face to face with an almost completely naked Sukuna. His body seemed to glisten from some sort of oil, his hair almost seemed styled, and the only thing covering his massive body was a very scanty fundoshi draped around his waist and falling between his legs. The glow of the candlelight cast a flattering light on his impressive figure, and the mouth on his stomach was contorted in a frown. Satoru had to rub his eyes to see if he was dreaming. Fuck, he really is hot.
“Answer me, before I cleave that idiotic expression off your face.” Sukuna moved closer, his voice low and steady but with a dangerous edge laced behind those words. Satoru was smart enough to know he wasn’t bluffing. But hearing Sukuna mention ‘cleave’ only made Satoru blush as he thought back to Takaba’s last joke.
“Ok ok calm down will you? Sheesh, for someone who claims to be a king you’d think you’d have a little more patience,” Satoru said, his words trailing off as he spoke the second half under his breath. But he should have known better. Sukuna seemed to hear his taunt and before Satoru could react he was now being held up against the wall by his shirt collar, with Sukuna’s face pressed dangerously close to his own. Satoru didn’t have time to think about why his Infinity wasn’t working, he was too busy trying to keep his dick from getting hard.
“Watch that flippant tongue of yours, brat, or I shall make sure you never use it to speak again.”
Sukuna spoke the words with malice, but there was something else Satoru sensed beneath the threat. Satoru gulped and tried to keep his eyes from trailing down, determined not to expose how utterly turned on he was right now. He kept his gaze trained on the fiery red eyes before him. Their ruby color and fierce, unyielding gaze peered back at him with such an intensity. Did Sukuna look… hungry?
“Well that would be a shame, since I need to speak to tell you what’s going on here,” Satoru said with a sarcastic edge. He expected to be reprimanded for his tone, but Sukuna just kept glaring at him as he continued to hold him up against the wall, so Satoru continued. “Well, I can tell you what I think is going on at least.”
“‘Think?’ Are you not the one who brought us here?” Sukuna’s expression turned from a glare to a slight look of confusion, and Satoru had to stop himself from blushing. Fuck, why does he look so hot when he’s confused, get it together Satoru!
“Please, do you think I want to be trapped in a honeymoon suite with you?”
Satoru tried his best to sound as disgusted as possible, but Sukuna seemed to see right past his facade. He watched as Sukuna surveyed every bead of sweat, every quickening breath, every pounding heartbeat that gave away Satoru’s true feelings. He watched in horror as Sukuna’s eyes trailed down and spotted the growing tent in Satoru’s pants, and he almost wished Sukuna would kill him right then and there so he could be spared the humiliation. To his surprise, the sight made Sukuna smile devilishly.
“It would seem that you do, little sorcerer…” Sukuna mused, tightening his grip on Satoru and bringing their faces impossibly closer. Satoru gulped again, desperately thinking of a way to shift the topic of conversation away from his arousal.
“I… I think we’re in a sort of distorted reality, almost like an alternate timeline. One of our allies, his technique seems to be able to warp reality depending on what he finds funny. And I guess… he thought it would be funny if…” His voice trailed off, too embarrassed to say what they were both already thinking. So he pressed on, rambling to keep himself from exposing too much of his feelings.
“Anyway, that’s why we’re in this room, and probably why my Infinity doesn’t work, and why you’re dressed like that. I’d guess that the possibilities in this separate reality are bound by what he finds funny, so I don’t think we’d be able to kill each other even if we tried. I don’t know a lot about his technique, but I think the scenario doesn’t end until the conditions of his joke are satisfied, so I’d guess the only way out of this situation is um… through it.”
Sukuna finally released Satoru from his hold and crossed two of his arms while the other two now rested on his hips. Satoru took the moment to readjust himself, particularly to hide the tent of his pants.
“Conditions?” Sukuna peered around the room, soaking in the implication behind Satoru’s words, then turning his intense gaze back on Satoru. “And what are these conditions, exactly?” Satoru knew he couldn’t avoid it any longer, so he took a breath and hoped for the best.
“I think… I think we need to have sex.”
Satoru’s face burned as he finally addressed the elephant in the room, and he averted his gaze, too embarrassed to see Sukuna’s reaction to his words. The soft melody was the only sound in the room as Sukuna’s silence stretched on for an eternity. Satoru thought he was going to explode with anxiety, but finally that low rumbling voice spoke once more.
“Is that all?”
Satoru finally mustered up the courage to look at Sukuna, whose expression seemed much more cavalier compared to the utter shock that was now painted on Satoru’s own face.
“What do you mean ‘is that all’? I just told you we need to fuck, and you’re not even the least bit surprised at that!?”
Sukuna only shrugged, “I already deduced as much, given our current location and my revealing attire…” A devilish grin once again spread across Sukuna’s face as he continued, “I just wanted to hear you say it. The color of your cheeks is very delicious, and it is fun to watch you squirm.”
Satoru was taken aback by Sukuna’s response, and it only made his blush worsen as his embarrassment reached a peak.
“Fuck you,” he said with annoyance.
“With pleasure.”
Before he could react, Sukuna had closed the gap between them and scooped Satoru up in his four arms, threw him over his shoulder, and began walking him to the king sized bed.
“What are you doing!?” He couldn’t see it, but he sensed all four of Sukuna’s eyes roll at his question.
“Alas, it seems you are all brawn and no brain.” Sukuna tossed Satoru onto the bed and reached out to grab Satoru’s shirt, only for Satoru to dart his hand out and swat it away.
“So what, you’re just gonna toss me on the bed and screw me like I’m some cheap fuck?” Satoru couldn’t help but let his disappointment seep through his words. He figured Sukuna wouldn’t be a gentle lover, but he had expected at least some decorum—they were in a candlelit room for fuck’s sake!
“What would you like me to do instead? Make love to you?” Sukuna spoke with a teasing tone as he leaned down, caging Satoru between his four strong arms. The bed creaked and groaned with the added weight, and Satoru had a fleeting thought that maybe there would be some casualties tonight.
Satoru’s flush had now spread to his ears and his neck, his body on fire with embarrassment, and he tried to turn his head away but one of Sukuna’s hands came up and grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to stare back at the other man with a pout.
“Ah yes, it seems that you would…” Sukuna held his face firmly in his hands as Satoru tried to squirm free from his grasp, but it was no use. “I cannot promise that I will go easy on you, little sorcerer, but I can assure you that your every need will be satisfied.”
Sukuna’s hand released his face only for it to come down and grasp Satoru’s wrist together in one firm grip. Two other hands came in and ripped Satoru’s shirt clean off.
“Hey wait, don’t rip my stuff!” Satoru’s complaint was quickly extinguished as another hand once again came up and clamped down over his mouth, rendering him silent. He tried to bite Sukuna’s palm, but the other man seemed to anticipate this move, and suddenly Satoru’s mouth was engaged in a passionate kiss with a pair of lips that had manifested on Sukuna’s palm. He melted into the sensation, his previous complaint long forgotten now.
“How naughty. Finally I have some peace. Do not worry about such trivial things right now. Besides, you are much more appealing without it.” His hands bound and his mouth covered, Satoru could only watch as Sukuna licked his lips and turned his gaze once again to the tent of Satoru’s pants. “It seems you do like a bit of rough play, how indecent…” It only took a second for Sukuna to rip off his pants (now laying in tatters next to what used to be his shirt) and reveal Satoru’s embarrassingly hard cock already leaking precum. Sukuna peered back up at him with a grin.
“Such an eager little thing you are. And after all that coyness…” Suddenly, Satoru’s body was alight with pleasure as his dick was abruptly enveloped in a delightful wet heat. His eyes rolled back and he let out a muffled moan into the mouth on Sukuna’s palm. It seemed that Sukuna had noticed how much Satoru liked the mouth, so he manifested another one on his other hand and was now using it to slowly pump up and down Satoru’s dick.
Satoru tried to buck his hips up into that incredible feeling, but Sukuna’s final hand came and pressed him down to the bed. Completely at Sukuna’s mercy, Satoru could only twitch and moan as the man utterly ravaged his body. It only took a few more languid strokes of Sukuna’s hand before Satoru’s toes curled and he was pumping cum into the mouth. Too blissed out to be ashamed of how quick he had cum, Satoru’s body went limp and Sukuna removed all his hands to stare down at his masterpiece.
“My my, you are easy to please. I thought this would be more of a challenge, but it seems your body cannot resist my touch.”
Satoru could only manage to raise a limp hand up and flip Sukuna off.
“Is that the thanks I get for pleasuring you? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson for your insolence...” Suddenly, Sukuna got up from the bed and moved to the other side of the room, picked up a loveseat that was nearby, and brought it so that it was now facing the bed. Sukuna sat down in the chair, his arms and legs crossed, and stared at Satoru with an unimpressed gaze.
The loss of contact made Satoru’s brattiness immediately leave his body, now replaced with desperation. He crawled to the edge of the bed and peered back at Sukuna with his best puppy-dog look.
“I’m sorry, my brilliant King of Curses. Now please come back to bed.” His words were a bit too sarcastic, and he noticed this blunder too late. Sukuna leaned forward in his chair, his ruby eyes piercing through Satoru’s soul.
“Beg.”
Satoru snapped out of his playful demeanor with shock.
“Excuse me?”
“I shall repeat myself only once. I said, beg.”
Satoru huffed, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing! But Sukuna remained as stoic as ever, and Satoru knew they were now engaged in a standoff. Oh, it’s on!
“I’m not gonna beg you to fuck me, I can wait here all night!”
“Is that so?” Sukuna’s voice was a drawl now, and a devious smile once again shaped his lips. In one fluid motion, he uncrossed his legs and the fundoshi that was draped around him finally unraveled so that Satoru could see what it had been hiding. And the sight alone was enough to immediately make Satoru cave.
Between Sukuna’s massive thighs rested a set of twin cocks, one on top of the other. They were unbelievably long and impressively girthy, the biggest cocks Satoru had ever seen. A black tattoo circled the base of them both, matching the rest of Sukuna’s tattoos, and he could see a patch of pink hair at the base. Satoru’s mouth watered as he drank in the sight, and all shame and self-respect left his body as he looked back up at Sukuna’s smug grin, his stomach mouth pulled in the same smile. Dick!
“Ok I take it back, please come over here and fuck me Sukuna,” he pleaded, his own cock already getting hard again. Sukuna only shrugged, and began to inspect his nails.
“I believe you can do better than that,” he said flatly. Satoru had a feeling he was going to have to do more than just beg.
“Come on ‘Kuna, what do you want me to do? Crawl on my hands and knees and beg at your feet?” He regretted it almost instantly as the words left his mouth. Sukuna smiled, Satoru sighed. Fuck!
Satoru got off the bed and went on his hands and knees, muttering some obscenities under his breath as he went, and peered back up at Sukuna as he began to slowly crawl to the other man. Sukuna seemed to be enjoying the show, as he leaned back against the chair once more. Satoru had to admit, he truly did have the presence of a king. He finally reached Sukuna’s feet and seated himself between the other man’s legs, propped up on his knees, his puppy-dog face now resting on one of Sukuna’s thighs.
“Pretty pretty please Sukuna, will you come back and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name?” Satoru waited with baited breath as Sukuna assessed whether he was satisfied with his begging. Finally, he reached out a hand, and Satoru thought he was going to grab his cheeks again, but instead he grabbed onto Satoru’s hair and tugged his head down so he was now face to face with the two massive cocks. “Ow! What are you doing?”
“If I am to fuck you, I need to be hard. Come now little sorcerer, surely you can handle that?”
Satoru gulped as he peered at the pair of dicks in front of him. They looked even bigger than before, and Satoru wasn’t sure if he’d be able to take it. He tried to turn his head back up to look at Sukuna, but the other man’s grip was firm. Satoru had fantasized about this before, but seeing Sukuna’s dicks now in the flesh was truly daunting. But Satoru was never one to back down from a challenge.
Satoru hesitantly brought his hands up to explore the cocks, taking his time to familiarize himself and admire them (and give Sukuna a taste of his own teasing medicine). He dragged his hands up and down the shafts, slowly working them over, using his fingers to trace over the tattoos. He took the lower one with both hands, then dropped his face down to begin licking at the tip of the top one. He figured the best way to do this would be to split the work.
He matched his movements so that his hands and mouth worked in tandem, bobbing up and down together. His mouth was having a harder time trying to stuff Sukuna’s whole cock in, and he slowly unhinged his jaw and dropped his head lower and lower with each movement. Finally, he took Sukuna’s cock to the root, and he could feel the cockhead push against the back of his throat, making him sputter.
“Good boy,” Sukuna cooed, “You are doing so well. I believe we can pick up the pace now,” and with that, Sukuna began to push and pull Satoru’s head on his cock at a faster pace. Satoru’s eyes began to water as he tried to breath, but Sukuna’s hardening dick was practically spearing him to death. Sukuna pressed Satoru’s head all the way down, his nose pressed against the soft pink hair at the base of the cocks.
Satoru scrunched his face in annoyance, but he quickly softened when he heard a low moan vibrating from the other man. A new surge of courage ran through Satoru, and he decided to take the power back. Fighting against the hand on his head, Satoru began to suck on Sukuna’s cock like it was his last meal on earth, the pace of his hands on the other cock quickening to match.
He could hear Sukuna’s groans come louder now, and he tried to smile around the dick in his mouth as he continued to bob his head up and down. He could feel and taste precum, but before he could quicken his pace even more, Sukuna’s hand tugged Satoru off.
“What was that for, I was just about to make you cum!” Satoru’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, his throat readjusting to not having a huge dick in his mouth anymore.
“Patience, my little sorcerer, you have done well.” Sukuna got up from the chair and bent down to pick up Satoru, this time cradling him in his arms as he walked them back to the bed and settled Satoru back down on the covers.
“Wow, if I had known sucking your dick would make you this nice, I would’ve started with that,” Satoru teased.
“It seems I will have to fuck the brattiness out of you,” Sukuna retorted, once again moving up on the bed and hovering over Satoru.
“I’d like to see you tr—” Satoru couldn’t finish his quip as Sukuna bent down and closed the gap between them in a crushing kiss. Satoru’s mind went blank as he arched up into Sukuna, instinctively wrapping his legs around his waist and clawing his hands on Sukuna’s back until they settled into his pink hair, pulling and tugging as they kissed. He could feel his stomach graze the mouth on Sukuna’s abdomen, and when the mouth opened to lick along Satoru’s abs he let out an obscene moan.
It was passionate, their lips moving together, and Satoru opened his mouth to invite Sukuna in to ravish him more. He could feel Sukuna’s tongue dip in, deepening the kiss, and Satoru closed his eyes as he held on for dear life. He didn’t even notice that one of Sukuna’s hands had opened the bedside drawer and taken out a bottle of lube.
Satoru was lost in a haze, but his mind was pulled back down to earth when he felt one of Sukuna’s hands come down to tease at his entrance. Sukuna noticed his tension, and began to lick and bite down Satoru’s neck.
“Relax, Satoru.” The way Sukuna purred his name was enough to get Satoru to ease up, and he felt one of Sukuna’s fingers slowly push in. Sukuna’s hands were big and his fingers were thick, so Satoru gasped when he felt the intrusion, and Sukuna responded with more love bites. “Hush, you can take it.”
Sukuna began to slowly drag his finger in and out, curling so that he was hitting Satoru in all the right places. It wasn’t long before he added a second finger and Satoru was seeing stars.
“Such a lovely sight, “ Sukuna cooed, working his hands in and out to loosen Satoru up. Satoru couldn’t even find the words to respond as he let Sukuna work his body. His dick lay against his chest, hard, aching, and dripping precum.
“Please Sukuna, please,” Satoru moaned, his mind in a daze. Sukuna only chuckled, admiring the sight before him.
“Pretty little thing, you are not yet ready,” Sukuna said as he added a third finger, making Satoru cry out in pleasure.
“Please, ready, put it in ‘Kuna, need it,” Satoru whined, pressing against Sukuna’s fingers as he stretched him open.
“Alright, since you begged so nicely…” Satoru could feel Sukuna remove his fingers and he whined, trying to chase the feeling. “So needy,” Sukuna mused, and he took Satoru’s hips in his large hands and seated himself so that he was now slotted between Satoru’s legs, the tip of his lower dick pushing up against Satoru’s hole.
“Please Sukuna, fuck me,” Satoru begged, peering up at the other man with hazy blue eyes. If Satoru was more lucid, he would've seen just how starstruck Sukuna was, how adoringly he peered down at Satoru, as if he was holding an angel in his hands. He could only comprehend the beautiful smile that spread across Sukuna’s face as he leaned back down and placed a kiss and a nip on Satoru’s lips.
“With pleasure.”
Satoru moaned out in bliss as he felt Sukuna push his lower cock into him, his other cock now dragging on top of Satoru’s own aching dick. Sukuna was surprisingly slow and gentle, making sure that Satoru felt every inch of his dick as he pushed further and further in. Satoru could feel his stomach swell with the intrusion, and when he looked down he could make out the faint imprint of Sukuna’s dick under his abs.
Sukuna leaned down, his body pressing on top of Satoru as he finally bottomed out. Satoru was panting, sweat trailing down his face as he tried to adjust to the size of Sukuna’s cock. Sukuna had been right, Satoru should've waited to be stretched out more, but the pain was outweighed by the pleasure. He could feel Sukuna’s mouth on his stomach drag it’s tongue along his abs, making him groan with pleasure.
Sukuna sat and waited there, not moving, just soaking in the sight of him seated so deep inside his opponent. He moved his four arms around Satoru’s body, touching, feeling, teasing, coaxing delicious sounds out of Satoru who was a trembling mess already.
“Magnificent, you took me so well, Satoru. It was as if you were made to take my cocks.” Sukuna’s praise sent a shock of pleasure straight to Satoru’s dick, and he rutted up against Sukuna, begging for him to start fucking him.
“Please, please,” he panted out, and he tightened his arms and legs around Sukuna’s body and pulled Sukuna back into a desperate kiss. He could feel Sukuna laughing into the kiss, and it only made him want more.
“As you wish,” Sukuna cooed, and finally with a steady force Sukuna began driving his cock in and out of Satoru.
He was a babbling mess, his body being rocked back and forth as Sukuna set a steady but brutal pace. Satoru thought he was going to die, split in half on Sukuna’s cocks, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His body was alight with pleasure, his mind was blissed out, and he thought to himself maybe he had died and this was his heaven. Being fucked to death over and over by Sukuna.
Sukuna continued to drive in and out, the obscene sound of slapping skin filling the room mixed with their mutters and groans. He used two hands to prop himself up, another to play with Satoru’s nipples, and the last to wrap around their dicks that were rutting against each other. That coaxed a cry from Satoru as he felt Sukuna begin to pump his hands around their cocks together.
Satoru threw his head back, uttering nonsense as he let himself enjoy the best fucking of his entire life. Sukuna had once again manifested a mouth on one of his hands and was now dragging it up and down Satoru’s body, licking and nipping and leaving a trail of saliva all over Satoru.
Suddenly, Sukuna slowed his pace and began to drag his cock out only to thrust back in with a steady force. It made Satoru see stars as Sukuna hit his prostate over and over.
“Love, I love, love you,” Satoru moaned, his voice shaking through the force of Sukuna’s pace. His eyes were rolled back so he didn’t see the look that came over Sukuna’s face in that moment.
“You do not know what you are saying,” Sukuna whispered in his ear, and Satoru could feel him kiss his ear and drag his mouth down his neck, leaving bites and bruises along Satoru’s pale skin. Satoru released Sukuna’s hair and back from his grip and used his hands to pull Sukuna’s head up to bring their lips together in another passionate kiss, his body on fire with pleasure.
He could feel his climax rising, and he pushed to meet Sukuna’s every thrust, drawing his cock impossibly deeper. “Finish in me, I need it, fill me up, I need you!” He cried out, his voice shaking with ecstasy. He could feel Sukuna quicken the pace once more, and the hand around their cocks sped up as well as they chased their climax together.
With one last thrust of Sukuna’s hips and tug of his hand, Satoru cried out as he came all over his chest and in Sukuna’s hand. His orgasm ripped through him so hard his vision blacked out, and his body squeezed around Sukuna who thrusted as deep as he could into Satoru before he too reached his peak. Satoru could feel Sukuna’s cum fill him up and splatter on his chest, and he tightened his hold once again on the other man.
Satoru held Sukuna so that he stayed inside him, and his arms came back up to wrap around Sukuna’s neck and tangle in his hair. He pulled him down into another kiss, deeper and slower than before, and they laid together steeped in bliss. It felt like they stayed there together forever, kissing and entwined, and Satoru didn’t want it to end.
Suddenly Sukuna pulled away from the kiss, earning a pout from Satoru. Sukuna used one hand to come up and cup Satoru’s cheek, and he nuzzled into the warmth. They locked eyes, neither of them knowing how to express what they felt and what just happened, and more importantly, what was going to happen next. Sukuna’s ruby eyes had a soft light to them, the softest Satoru had ever seen them, and he was lost in those eyes when Sukuna spoke.
“You have cleared my skies, Satoru Gojo. I shall never forget you for as long as I live.”
The moment went as quickly as it had come.
The brilliant heat had vanished, the pressure on his chest was lifted, the music had stopped, and Satoru had never felt more alone in his life.
He was back in the room with his friends, and he could faintly make out their concerned voices asking what happened and if he was alright. He couldn’t process their questions yet, so he ignored them. He looked down to see his clothes were back on, and he wondered if there was any lingering evidence to prove to him that he didn’t just dream this. But he couldn’t find a single trace, not even a bruise, nothing but his memories to prove to him that what just happened was real. It was as if nothing had changed.
But everything had changed.
Finally the voices were starting to register in his mind.
“Satoru, Satoru answer me!”
He turned to face Shoko who was currently shaking him, trying to get him to respond. The look on her face was one of pure concern, and Satoru felt bad for scaring them so bad.
“I’m alright, it’s ok,” he said, his voice flat and devoid of feeling.
“I’m so sorry Gojo, I didn’t realize my technique was going to activate, I hope it didn’t cause you any trouble!” Takaba interrupted. Based on his voice and the continuing string of questions coming from the group, it was clear they had no idea what just transpired. He decided to keep it that way, he preferred it.
The memory was only for Sukuna and him.
“Don’t worry about it Takaba, it’s ok, really. I promise, no trouble at all,” he reassured. And he meant it—it truly wasn’t a trouble at all. In fact, it was the opposite of trouble. It was enlightening.
Satoru got up and began walking out the door for some fresh air to process what happened, leaving his concerned friends and colleagues to wonder just what the hell was going on. He saw Yuji try to follow him, but Shoko stopped him. He smiled at her in thanks, and she nodded. He was lucky to have a friend like Shoko.
He walked until he was outside beneath the starry night sky. The air was cool, and the vast inky black of night was a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of the room. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he wanted to walk underneath the stars. That’s when he realized it had stopped snowing.
He stopped, gazing up at the clear night sky. The stars were beautiful tonight, shining brightly down on him. He wondered where Sukuna was right now, how he was handling the aftermath, if he too was staring up at the same stars. Most of all, he wondered if tonight would change anything for the two of them. They couldn’t just go back to the way things were, so much had been said and done. Would they still fight each other? Would they still have to die?
Satoru’s mind was filled with questions and fear of the unknown, but he pushed the thoughts aside. He wouldn’t worry about it now, not tonight. He took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs. Right now, all he needed to do was breathe.
So he stood there, alone in the dead of night, silhouetted under the starry sky, and for the first time in his life, Satoru knew there would be more clear skies ahead.