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Geto Suguru annoys him.
…
Well, not always. Not really. Not all the time.
Most of the time, Geto Suguru is actually amazing for him - mild mannered pretty boy with long hair and a sweet smile, but he’s got a feisty personality underneath and he gets flustered easily. Satoru likes to tease him and argue with him just to see him lose it, blushy face and hissing like an angry cat. Suguru pulls out curses when he’s angry enough, and Satoru considers that some sort of a victory - never mind that it gets the most in trouble, it’s just funny to see cool and composed Suguru getting into trouble because of Satoru.
He also loves to challenge Suguru to all sorts of video games and beat his ass at them - Suguru’s really good at Street Fighter when he picks Chun-Lin, but being really good at Street Fighter means nothing when paired against Satoru. The Gojo Compound where he grew up in had a special game room just for him and he would sometimes rot in there for eleven solid hours at a time just playing Street Fighter, so nothing Suguru throws at him can ever compare. He’s got skills. He’s been trained in the sacred art of Street Fighter.
Suguru gets super competitive too, and sometimes he stews over it, and then Satoru repeatedly pokes his belly and tickles him until Suguru starts laughing.
It’s the little things.
And sometimes he gets annoyed with Suguru because Suguru likes fussing over him too, mothering him in subtle ways that Satoru should want to buck against, and he realizes it, but at the same time - he doesn’t want to. Satoru’s fiercely independent by nature, but Suguru does this thing where he gently coaxes him to do shit for him. It’s fucking wizardry.
Geto Suguru isn’t really annoying, not really. He’s sweet and polite. He’s like a balm to Satoru sometimes. Smoothing out his edges.
Suguru is really only annoying when they spar, but then he’s just so fucking annoying that he makes up for all the other times.
“ Satoruuuu ~ You looks a little red in the face. You shouldn’t overexert yourself.” Suguru says, bouncing in front of him and pulling away out of Satoru’s reach. Satoru huffs, his cheek blotchy, annoyed . Suguru grins at him cutely and it makes him want to grit his teeth.
The problem with Suguru is that his hand to hand fighting style is focused on diverting attacks, evasion and causing very little damage. In fights with curse users, Suguru focuses more on neutralizing targets rather than causing damage, but when Yaga makes them spar against each other, it means that Suguru’s bouncing around and away from him.
And it’s really fucking annoying, because Suguru’s got his hair up in a little bouncy ponytail, and his shirt it half undone and not tucked into his pants, so whenever he moves around, Satoru gets glimpses of his skin. And he’s never really seen Suguru naked before, because they shower at different times usually, and now that he’s seeing glimpses of skin, he kinda wants to see what Suguru’s hiding underneath the baggy fits with the high-waisted pants.
He’s not really sure what’s wrong with him, but suddenly he’s getting brief visions of himself ripping off Suguru’s buttons to touch him.
Satoru kinda just wants to use Blue to pull him in closer and be done with it, but Yaga said that’s off the table and he doesn't want to cheat before he exhausts all the other options. So he has to default to the next idea -
Instead of properly sparring with Suguru, he just tackles him to the ground. Just bodies him.
One minute Suguru’s on his feet and the next he’s been tackled to the ground sputtering, and Satoru’s on top of him with all his weight. Six feet three and two hundred pounds of Gojo Satoru pinning him down into the grass, and he grins at Suguru’s outraged face.
“Caught you,” he says, showing off his straight teeth and his dimples. Suguru’s eyes go a little wide but he regains himself quickly, pouting and looking away.
“Tsk. You cheated .”
“Nope. I won.” And with the way they scuffled on the grass, Suguru’s shirt was riding up a little, buttons opening more than they should, so Satoru’s hand sneaks underneath without thinking. Caresses his waist.
“Get off of me,” Suguru complains, and pushes Satoru to the side, making him roll on his back, “You’re such an asshole, Satoru.” He’s whiney about being tackled and pinned down, but Satoru’s kinda proud of himself for it.
“Am not. I won this fairly.”
If looks could kill, Satoru would be on his merry way to his next reincarnation already because of the look Suguru is giving him. Satoru only grins at him.
“Whatever.” Suguru rolls his eyes at him and straightens his clothes. He turns around and starts leaving, and Satoru bounces to his feet and starts following him.
“ Suguruuuu . Where are you going?"
“I'm going to shower. I need to scrub off your sticky fingers and brutish ways off my body.”
Satoru doesn’t really mind his bitchiness, he just follows after him and into the showers. There’s towels and yukatas in the locker room of the bathhouse, and they drop their dirty uniforms in the laundry baskets there.
Satoru tries not to glance at Suguru while he undresses and goes to the shower, but he’s so curious. And the Jujutsu Tech showers are communal, with no real privacy barriers in between, so basically no matter how much Satoru tries to focus on scrubbing himself clean and not look at Suguru’s naked body, it's hard.
Satoru keeps glancing at him. Suguru with his head tilted back and letting the water on his face, running his fingers through his hair to smooth out knots. Suguru’s skin glistening wet. Drip of water down his shoulders and his chest, the muscles on his back and slim waist, the fan of his hips
Suguru’s body is built like crazy - Satoru wasn't sure what to envision under the baggy clothes, but he never expected the thick thighs and rounded ass. Perky and soft looking, he wants to dig his fingers into it. And his long hair sticks to his skin, his collarbones and neck, and Satoru’s six eyes hyperfocus in a drip of water over his nipples.
There's something really erotic about the way water drips down Suguru’s body. And it's sensual to Satoru too, because he feels it - his own skin is all warm and sticky, and the heat from their fight is still coursing through him. Excitement still simmers low in his stomach.
And he reaches out to run his fingers over Suguru’s back, startles him into looking at Satoru with questioning eyes, inquisitive eyebrows raised. Satoru doesn’t back off at all, he just leans in closer, and instead of pulling his hand away he presses if firmly against Suguru’s wet, naked back, making him arch away from his touch.
“What are you doing?” Suguru asks, slightly panicked.
“ Relax , don’t be so jumpy. You’d think you’re a maiden with how stressed out you are.” He keeps touching Suguru though, running his hand up and down his back, over his spine, starting at his ass. There’s two dips right above Suguru’s ass and Satoru’s sloths his thumb over one of them, sees how water slides inside it before sliding down over the curve of his buttocks. Jesus.
“I’m not stressed, I just think you’re fucking weird for touching me while we’re showering. And you’re looking at me like that .”
“Like what ?”
“Like that - like you want to - ”
And then he stops himself turns his face to the side, but he doesn’t really step away from Satoru.
He could. He could just takes one step to the side and be out of Satoru’s perimeter and Satoru would get the message but instead he just sits there and pretends to be outraged. Satoru smells horny bitch in denial on him so he just double downs on his advances.
He steps behind Suguru under the same shower head and puts his hands on the tile, effectively bracketing Suguru against the wall with his body. They’re not really touching anywhere, but they’re so close and Suguru’s breath hitches.
“Hey, Suguru? Are you a maiden ?” He smirks when he says it, and Suguru throws him a look over his shoulder but he doesn’t turn around to face him.
“What sort of a question is that?”
“I just wanna know if you're a virgin. Have you ever fucked anyone before?” He pushes Suguru’s wet hair over his shoulder and puts his palm on his nape, massages it slowly. Leans in and whispers in his ear, “Been fucked by anyone before?”
“Have you?” Suguru counters, upset, but Satoru sees goosebumps rising on his arm despite the warm water.
“I've fucked girls before.”
“Didn't know you had girlfriends.”
“Did I say I had girlfriends? I just said I fucked girls before.”
“Why would you fuck someone you’re not dating?”
Satoru shrugs, caresses up and down Suguru’s back as he continues to massage his nape. He puts his chin on Suguru's shoulder and noses against his jaw, intentions clear and forward.
“I was curious. I wanted to see how it felt like.”
“Is that enough of a reason?”
“It is to me.”
Suguru looks half turns and looks at Satoru through his wet lashes, water dripping down his face, water dripping down the bridge of Satoru’s nose too and he has to keep his mouth open on instinct.
Suguru looks uncertain. He's face is too open, but somehow Satoru still struggles with reading him.
“So what's your reason here?”
Satoru dips a finger between Suguru’s asscheeks, runs his finger pad delicately over his hole. He puts an arm over Suguru’s collarbones and pulls him back into him, sees him closing his eyes and taking a shuddering breath. He bites Suguru’s ear and licks water drops off his face.
“I wanna find out how you feel around my cock.”
“ Satoruuuu ,” Suguru whines, and leans his head back against Satoru’s shoulder, arching his neck so pretty and Satoru’s just transfixed with the way his throat bobs, “it's a bad idea.”
“Really? You don't seem eager to push me away, though.”
Suguru makes this huffy little bitch sound that really gets on Satoru’s nerves usually, but right now it just goes straight to his cock. Suguru likes pretending he's more mature than Satoru is, or that he's got better impulse control, but Satoru knows that’s bullshit.
“Do you think you'll get addicted to my dick if I fuck you? Do you think I can turn good boy Suguru into a cockslut?”
“You think too highly of yourself.”
“Do I? Let's test that.”
Satoru puts his palm against Suguru’s jaws and angles his head just so he can plunder his mouth without remorse. His kiss is all bite and sharp. He pushes his cock against Suguru’s ass too, aggressively so, presses it between his cheeks and rocks against him. Suguru for his part lets him do it, moans into Satoru’s mouth.
“Do you ever touch yourself here? Spread yourself open?” He teases, pushing fingers inside Suguru’s hole. The water helps, but Suguru still hisses at the intrusion.
“Sometimes.”
“Do you ever think of me when you do it?”
“No.” Suguru answers through gritted teeth
“ Liar .”
Satoru forces his hole to open up for him, pushing at his walls and prying him open, crowding and pressings and making room for himself.
“I think you've been fucking yourself on your fingers thinking of my cock. Or do you ever get one of those tentacles curses to fuck you up inside?”
“What? No, I'm not a pervert!”
“ Shame . Suguru should get tentacle raped at least once.” . As a treat!”
He kisses Suguru’s cheek even as he pulls his face away, obviously annoyed with Satoru even though he’s got his fingers deep in his ass, making him moan.
Satoru puts a hand between his shoulderblades and pushes his cheek against the wet wall tile. He spreads Suguru’s cheeks and slaps his dick against his hole, pushes inside him slowly so he can savor the tight squeeze around his cock.
Right then, it’s bliss. Pushes his cockhead in and out, teases both of them with the stretch until Suguru starts whining.
“Satoruuu, if you wanna fuck me, do it properly.”
Satoru chuckles, but he doesn’t bottom out or change his pace. He presses his chest against Suguru’s back, the water making them slap together.
“You’re whiny. That’s so fucking cute. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk anymore.”
And then, he bottoms out inside him with one full thrust.
The sound of water falling around them does nothing to muffle the lewd noises they're making - skin slapping together, wet squelching. Satoru’s groans as he fucks deep and tight inside Suguru’s hole, and the needy whimpers Suguru’ makes. Half pleasure, half pain. His cock bouncing with each of Satoru’s thrusts, eyes closed and enjoying every second of it.
“Make yourself cum, touch yourself,” Satoru orders, and Suguru doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs his dick and jerks himself off roughly, like he’s on a mission for it.
And Suguru’s hole clenches around his length while he touches himself, pleasure making his body tingle and tense. He's on edge quickly, so he tries to think of literally anything else - Yaga scolding them, nasty curses, math equations. He doesn't wanna cum before Suguru does, but it's so hard to keep his pleasure in check when it just builds and builds.
“Satoruuuu, Satoruuu - do you wanna cum inside me, Satoru?” Suguru’s voice is all breathy and wrecked, but he’s teasing him. How the fuck is this guys a virgin? Does he just watch a lot of porn? Is that where he's getting all this shit from? But it's next to impossible to keep his orgam at bay when Suguru talks dirty to him.
“Fuck, you play dirty. Of course I wanna breed you. Wanna fill you up with my cum.”
“Come on then,” Suguru urges, “Give it to me, give it to me.”
So Satoru’s hips just snap on their own, balls tight and abs corded, he just cusses through gritted teeth and fucks his soul into Suguru’s body, shooting so much cum that it overflows as soon as he pulls out. And the push is enough to make Suguru’s orgasm too, and his hole just sucks Satoru’s cum out of him, greedy for more.
The only problem is that postnut relaxation hits them both instantly - wobbly legs and hard to breathe shaky thighs and shit. They have to slide down the shower wall and sit there on the tiles while the water still steams around them, trying to regain their composure.
“That was fun.” Suguru says with a smile, tired eyes and hair sticking to his face. “Wanna do it again?”
At first, Satoru looks at him with his jaw dropped, feeling both proud and insulted. One hand, fuck yeah he wants to do it again. On the other hand, Suguru’s much too coherent for his liking. He wants to fuck Suguru until he's an overstimulated mess, clearly this isn't enough.
He puts a hand around Suguru’s middle and one under his thigh, pulls him in his lap despite the protest.
“Say Suguru,” he digs his fingers in Suguru’s plump, freshly fucked ass, “I like you. Do you like me too?”
Suguru huffs and looks away from him.
“Maybe. You're acceptable.” Suguru says, and Satoru bites his cheek and makes him laugh.
By the end of the week, he’s gonna make Suguru say he loves him.