Archive of Our Own

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Illegal by Pink Panthress 

Need to Know by Doja Cat 

Morning Dew by Beyoncé 

Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter 

So Good At Being In Trouble by Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Fire for You by Cannons 

Big feelings by Ariana Grande 

OMG by Suki Waterhouse 

Eyes on my baby by Between Friends 

Comfort Me by Malcolm Todd

Mutt by Leon Thomas

Best Interest by Tyler, the Creator

Gojo Satoru 

There truly aren't enough colored hex codes to make Gojo Satoru feel better about the current project he was working on for his strictest professor. Part of him wished he were colorblind so he wouldn’t have to keep staring at a color wheel, deciphering color theory. Yet, there he was, sitting in Tokyo University's pristine library surrounded by his quiet peers and closest friends. They looked so serious, with their headphones on, fully locked into whatever homework they would complain about later. 

Satoru took his headphones off dramatically. “I can’t do this anymore.” Satoru’s voice came off whiny and a little too loud, after being hushed by a group next to their table. “Got it, nerds,” he said sarcastically, leaning back into his chair to look over at his friend Shoko’s laptop. There were body parts and words too long to even bother looking at. He poked her with his hand, trying to get her attention

“What?” Shoko looked annoyed as she pulled the white bud out from her ear. 

“I’m over this. Want to go make fun of the computer science nerds in the building?” he asked, shutting his iPad, truly packing up his bag before having to go to his next class. 

“I’ll go with you,” their friend Nanami said, shutting his laptop. Satoru shot him a smile. “Thanks Nanamin, Nanami; about time you’re on the same page as me.” Hearing it from his smartest friend made him feel better about not finishing the project he should have done before class. 

“Sorry, some of us have a real major,” Shoko mumbled, going back to her laptop. Satoru scoffed dramatically and reached over to shut her laptop, and they got into a small swatting war as Shoko fought for her life to look at… Satoru couldn’t even begin to pronounce the word. 

Satoru and Nanami said their goodbyes and made their way to the computer science building to walk across the bridge outside and peer at the students from above. It was on the way to their building, the communications hall, of course. 

“How many flyers did you get through?” Nanami asked. The two of them leaned against the bridge railing; Satoru turned around, adjusting his circular shades. 

“I’m at 95, which makes it worse. I have squeezed out all the creative juices from my brain's big juicy co-” 

Nanami quickly cut him off. “Shut up.” he shook his head. “I liked my last ones; it really pushed me to the limit,” he said, referring to their assignment to draw 100 different posters for a brand of their choosing. Nanami chose something serious, a car brand. Satoru picked his favorite video game, thinking it would be easy to come up with that many flyers, but he found it challenging today. 

“Eh,” he shrugged, looking down, spotting someone all too familiar; he nudged Nanami with his elbow. 

“Ow!” 

“That’s the guy!” Satoru pointed, his arm getting slapped away from Nanami. 

“Don’t point; that’s rude,” he scolded.

“Whatever.” Satoru leaned over, hoping he would get the guy's attention, his casual, meaningless sex with DL fraternity president Sukuna Reaymon. It truly meant nothing, and Satoru had no reason to be in the computer science building. 

“I don’t know what you see in him.” Nanami shook his head and pushed up his glasses. 

“It’s fun.” Satoru thought, thinking back to the past weekend when he spent most of a party locked in Sukuna’s room, waiting for the night to end so he could have a glorious 5 minutes in bed with him. “He has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” he drooled out his words. 

“Oh god, let’s go.” Nanami rolled his eyes and walked away from Satoru, who kept babbling about his recent crush. 

Nanami quickly changed the conversation to their upcoming project for the class they were headed to. It was their last portfolio class, the final step in the track they were on for their advertising degree. They had to ‘simulate’ working on an actual fully integrated campaign for a brand that partnered with their university. Satoru was voted creative director, taking pride in bossing his fellow students around and having the fancy title for his resume, but Nanami was really doing most of the work for him. 

“Yaga!” Satoru called, walking into the open-concept room with ergonomic seats and whiteboards. They were the first to class, usually getting there 30 minutes early just to hang out with Yaga. Satoru walked over to their professor, who sat relaxed at his desk, playing with a fidget toy that expanded and shrank in his hand. 

“What now, Gojo?” he asked, already looking annoyed by Gojo’s presence, but it didn’t mean much. It was clear Gojo was his favorite student, having gotten most of his internships from Yaga, and was in one of his honor creative classes all four years of college. 

“Work at Dentsu has been eating me up. I’m almost done with the project, can I please get an extension?” Satoru lied, using his big advertising agency internship to get out of doing his schoolwork. Which working with major global brands was way more experience than his homework; Yaga had to get that. 

“What were you doing?” Yaga leaned forward, his face skeptical of Satoru’s excuse. 

“Adding transitions to decks, you know how the older people get.” Satoru shot him a wink and leaned forward on the desk a bit. Yaga leaned back and looked over at Nanami, who walked up to their conversation
“Nanami, you ready for your flyers to be graded today?” Yaga asked. 

“Yes, sir, I found the assignment to be creatively invigorating.” Satoru rolled his eyes at Nanami’s answers. 

“Good to hear it, Gojo. Better luck next time.” Yaga gave him a disappointed look. “I do have something interesting for you guys.” He shrugged and opened his laptop, like anything Yaga had taken them to do was less than ordinary. “Although, this should be a conversation I’m just having with Kento.” Satoru’s jaw opened. 

“No way, Yaga, what is it?” Satoru rolled his eyes and dropped his bag to the floor. 

“I’m having a dinner party with some people in the industry. You two should come, use the opportunity to network, and meet with people who could help you out later.” He quickly typed away, not fully engaged in their conversation. 

“Hell yes!” Satoru nodded, knowing Yaga had connections with people all across the world, and Satoru wanted to get as far away from his parents as possible. Hoping to get a job in Spain and never set foot in Japan ever again. 

“Couldn’t agree more.” Nanami gave Satoru a glare of disappointment, but Yaga was used to Satoru’s language; in fact, probably had a worse mouth. 

“Alright, dress nice, but not too nice… these guys are all creatives, been in the world for a long time. Be yourselves, ask questions; well, I trust you two.” Yaga said. Satoru and Nanami looked at each other, smiled widely, then went to take a seat and talk about fake campaigns with fake numbers that would hopefully soon turn into something real. 

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It wasn’t Nanami and Satoru’s first time at Yaga’s place. They had been over before, both spending some of the holidays with Yaga since they didn’t like going home as early as other students on campus. Yaga was tough on them- well, Satoru- but had a sweet spot for them, never admitting that they were his favorites. 

“I brought my printed resume.” Nanami held up a folder before they headed inside. Satoru quickly grabbed it, ripping it from Nanami’s grip. 

“Do not embarrass me,” Satoru said, sighing, stuffing the resume into the driver's side door. “It doesn’t matter what’s on a piece of paper. You gotta show them how cool… smart you are.” Satoru knew he had it in the bag; there was something exciting about how he could mold himself into a different person at work. 

“For once, you might be right.” Nanami sighed, looking towards Yaga's house with nervous eyes. He explained to Satoru that he hadn’t been to many networking parties before, so he was nervous about what to talk about and didn't really understand what Satoru meant by a more buttoned-up version of himself. 

“You know what, Nanamin, just fully be yourself; they’ll love that,” Satoru said. 

“Why do I feel like you’re being sarcastic?” Nanami asked. 

“A little bit.” Satoru laughed, opened the car door, and made his way to Yaga’s door, debating whether to just walk in. However, he waited for Nanami, who was carrying a housewarming gift he remembered to bring. 

“Hey guys,” Yaga answered the door, looking carefree as ever, a glass of wine in his hand, and a pair of glasses he never wears. “What’s this?” he asked, holding out his hand to grab the plate of meats and cheeses. 

“It’s from both of us!” Satoru jumped in, leaning against Nanami’s arms. “See those apricots, all me.” he hovered his slender finger over the board, giving him a smile. 

“Thank you, Nanami.” Yaga pulled it away, pulling Nanami into a tighter embrace and gesturing for them both to come inside. Satoru didn’t know what to expect, but he was sure he'd be seeing a lot more people join them for this cool, exciting dinner. 

Satoru pulled his eyes away from the guests in his living room and followed Yaga to the kitchen. He said hello to his wife and kids, and said yes to getting a taste of the food before they were all taken back to the room with the rest of the guests and presumably their partners, the way each person was paired up with someone that they stood a bit too close to, all but one man who sat off quietly to the side. Satoru looked away quickly when their eyes met. 

This is work. 

Yaga’s hand gave a slight signal to the single man with long black hair; a few silver strands glistened in the light. His thick, strong arms were covered in carefully designed artwork that all seemed to be connected.“This is Geto Suguru; he’s a Senior Creative Director at,” that’s all Satoru needed to know to give him the go-ahead to talk to this man, really talk to him. 

Waves of electricity flowed between them from the quick eye contact and careful handshake Satoru had been practicing for years; it ended too quickly when Satoru shook hands with the next person. The thing was, Geto had the exact job title Satoru dreamed of one day; it was everything Satoru wanted to work toward. It made sense that he would network with the extremely sexy older man who had his dream job. 

Fuck. 

Satoru would do everything in his power to impress him. For his future’s sake. 

“Nanamin.” Satoru grabbed his elbow, holding him back from the group that was walking past them. He frowned from just looking at the expression on Satoru’s face. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” he sighed, looking forward, right at Geto. 

“You see it too,” Satoru gasped dramatically. Nanami knew him well enough to know his type by now. Huge men with an alternative style, but this felt way different. Geto was older and had something Satoru could only dream of. It was like he could taste the future he longed for, practically running his fingers through its long hair. 

“Stop staring at him,” Nanami said, giving him a disapproving look that lacked any confidence Satoru would. Satoru was in a trance, watching Geto listen politely to the others, seeming very quiet for someone so creative. 

That’s when it happened; he slowly made eye contact with Satoru. His lips parted when they made eye contact; Satoru flashed him a smile, knowing this had to be his cue to talk to this man. 

“Don’t stop me,” Satoru mumbled to Nanami and headed toward the man he needed to connect with. Satoru slipped into the seat next to Yaga, right in front of Geto, that same smile on his face, his big blue eyes not wavering from Geto. Geto shifted in his seat, avoiding Satoru’s gaze like the plague. 

“Gojo-san!” Yaga’s voice was warm, the way it always sounds after he’s had a few drinks. “Tell everyone about your Kyoto presentation last year.” he laughed, thinking back to the one and only time Satoru had ever messed up a formal pitch. 

“Oh, Yaga,” Satoru blushed, not wanting to tell all these people about how irresponsible he used to be. “I don’t think-” 

“Come on, Satoru, it was a good learning moment for you,” Nanami leaned forward, giving him a smirk. Asshole. Nanami was there to watch the whole thing, as Satoru was presenting live, way too hungover from the night before

“It was embarrassing, really,” Satoru blushed, looking at his glass of water, then looked up to meet the dark eyes that were fixated on him. “Never drink before a pitch,” Satoru laughed it off, earning a laugh from the small group and a few nods of agreement. 

“I’ll never forget- Suguru, you remember?” Mei Mei, A Senior Media Buyer, leaned forward, trying to get a look at the man. “This was… maybe over a decade ago. We all went out the night before a huge pitch for a new client proposal; you literally flew to the trash can throwing up mid-presentation!” The older people at the table started laughing at the story, from a year Satoru couldn't even put a date on. 

His eyes flickered to Geto with amusement; he did seem like the type of man who used to have a lot of fun in his prime. The tattoos and ear piercings were a giveaway, enough. Geto shrugged it off, his eyes quickly passing over Satoru at the table. 

“The client making us drink with them later that day felt like payback.” He put a hand over his face; Satoru wanted to look past it and catch glimpses of crimson staining his cheeks. 

“When was this?” Satoru asked him. He lowered his hand, his smile fading. 

“We were,” Geto turned his head to Yaga, “around 23?” The smile returned to his face, his eyes lighting up as he spoke about old times as a group. Satoru couldn’t help but smile along with him; it was so obvious how gorgeous this older man was. 

“We were children.” Yaga was laughing, shaking his head. “Learn from us,” he said, looking between Satoru and Nanami. 

“Satoru certainly learned his lesson. I’ve never seen you run out of a conference room so fast.” Nanami was the one laughing now. 

“Glad they didn’t have to see what happened after!” Satoru joined in, looking right at Geto, who was smiling along with the conversation and watching Satoru with curious eyes. A million questions ran through Satoru’s head – he wanted to know more about him. 

“You remind me a lot of Suguru, Satoru. I think you will get along very well.” Yaga smiled, looking between the two who had been looking at each other a little longer than they should have. “Nanami, you’re a respectable young man, like myself.” Yaga’s friends laughed at his statement, delving into a conversation Satoru could not force himself to listen to. Instead, for his future's sake, he studied Geto. How he moved, how he talked, the things he laughed at. Satoru kept wondering how a man like that became so successful. 

Geto Suguru had the face of a model, the tattoos of a rock star, and the humor of a raunchy comedian. It was awesome. Satoru watched him work the room, taking note every time he sipped from his glass, licking his plump lips afterward. Only on the rarest occasions would Satoru keep so quiet, letting someone else take the room's attention, captivating enough to shut him up for once.

“That jingle was you?” Satoru finally burst the bubble, deciding to make his move in. “I had the annoying song stuck in my head for years.” Satoru looked up, humming the lyrics to a popular advertising theme song that had stuck with him for years, moving his finger along to the melody.

“Satoru,” Yaga shook his head disapprovingly. Satoru was about to apologize, but Suguru was still smiling.

“No, he’s right, that’s my legacy.” Geto laughed, nodding his head. “I had just gotten a keyboard, was messing around when inspiration struck, and I couldn’t get that awful tune out of my head.” he looked right at Satoru when he spoke, making Satoru’s head spin in awe. Wanting so much more of his attention. 

“Oh, it’s god-awful!” Satoru boasted, making Suguru’s smile grow even wider; the two of them chuckled together.

The rest of the table fell into their own conversation; even though Satoru had thousands of things to ask Suguru, he could not find the words and instead threw him small glances. He stared longer and longer each time until Geto caught his eye and leaned forward. 

“So tell me, Satoru.” Satoru wanted to fall out of his chair from the way this older man just purred his name. “How do you feel about the use of generative AI within the industry? Do you think it’s the future?” Geto looked serious, his eyes piercing into Satoru’s soul. 

“Leave the kid alone,” Atsuya Kusakabe, a Senior Designer, butted into their conversation, nudging Geto with his elbow. 

“While this feels like a trick question,” Satoru jumped in, not breaking the contact Suguru was still giving him, “in all my classes I’ve been hearing how AI is the future, and we need to learn how to use it, and recruiters want us to be proficient in it, blah blah blah–well, I call bullshit. I don’t want AI to do the hard things for me; that’s what makes this fun. Staying up all night to figure out the right colors or design for a billboard is the best part. I hate it. Do I know how to use it? Sure. Will I? No.” he said each word to Geto, hoping that he wouldn’t be one of the old heads who used AI to even help them pick out their breakfast

“He’s not brainless, that’s for sure.” Mei Mei hummed. 

“No, he’s not.” Suguru studied him for a brief moment, then shifted the conversation to Nanami, asking something else thought-provoking, and got an appropriate corporate response from Nanami. Satoru rested his face in his palm, wondering how he could get Geto’s attention back; he just wished everyone else wasn’t here. That would be a lot more appropriate way to network. 

By the end of dinner, Satoru was walking out, having everyone’s email. He was sure to think of something that would get Geto’s attention. He wanted to stay longer, but Nanami had the bedtime of an old man and was pestering Satoru to leave the adults to the rest of their night.

“Nanami, we are adults.” Satoru huffed once they were alone and outside. 

“But not like that,” he said. “Well, I am, but you. Cmon. I think Geto was uncomfortable with your googly eyes all night.” Nanami chuckled and got into the car. 

“He has my dream life, Nanamin!” Satoru was defensive, but it was true. Satoru wanted to be as successful and renowned a Creative Director as Geto Suguru was. He wanted to travel the world and work on so many campaigns he would lose count. “You agree, though; he was good-looking, right?” Satoru settled into the driver's seat and winked at Nanami. 

“He was probably the hottest old guy I’ve ever seen.” Nanami agreed with a straight face, making Satoru erupt into laughter as he leaned forward into the steering wheel to hold himself together. 

“Shit, I’ll be back. I left my phone inside.” Satoru said, patting his pockets and not feeling what he always had in his hand. He got out of the car, taking extra long strides back to the house, just letting himself in. He walked past the living room, waving to everyone and letting them know what he'd forgotten, but he didn’t see Yaga or Geto sitting there. He walked to the kitchen, saw his phone on the counter, and heard two men talking in the dining room.

“Don’t cancel on this guy, Suguru; your dry spell is almost two years long. Break it with anyone at this point. Please.” Yaga’s voice was playful; Satoru's ears perked up, taking a step closer to the wall. 

“I’m going to cancel; I don’t have someone to watch my girls.” Suguru sounded disappointed. 

“I can do it.” Satoru stepped out of the frame and gave both older men a small wave. “Sorry, I forgot my phone. I-I overheard you need a babysitter?” Stupid. Satoru awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m really great with kids,” he added. Geto just looked at him with confusion, and what looked like annoyance at butting into their conversation. 

Luckily, Yaga said, “Problem solved,” waving his hands between them. 

“I don’t know.” Geto looked Satoru up and down. 

“I nanny- well, you can say manny.” That didn’t get the laugh Satoru was expecting. “Two kids, they’re 8 and 6. I’m really good with kids, even babies.” he got more serious as he spoke. Manny was the light way to put what he was to the Fushiguro kids. He spent a lot of time with them and helped pay to take care of them because he had the financial means, coming from a wealthy family. 

“He’s a good kid, Suguru; give him your number,” Yaga said it like it was a done deal. Suguru begrudgingly pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to Satoru to enter his contact information. 

“You won’t be too busy with a party this weekend?” Geto asked, almost slightly amused by his own words. 

“For you, I’m free.” Satoru didn’t mean to come off as flirtatious, but this man was gorgeous; he had to be used to it by now. He just gave Satoru a weird look and stepped back, like he was uncomfortable with it. Satoru just kept smiling at him, not wanting the moment to end, but they said their goodbyes once more, and Satoru was already counting down the seconds until he would see Geto Suguru again. 

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Nothing surprised Satoru about Geto Suguru's vibrant, maximalist house, filled with art, literature, and toys spread throughout. Satoru knew he would have time to take it all in once Geto left; he'd look around at everything and study each poster, presumably designed by Geto. 

“They’re really nice girls.” Geto practically glowed as he told Satoru all about his two 6-year-old twin girls. “Their bedtime is 8 on the weekends; they like a story before bed. Lately we’ve been putting on an episode of The Office before bed; it’s their favorite.” Geto looked especially nice tonight in dark slacks and a dark grey button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his big forearms. 

“It’s appropriate?” Satoru asked with humor in his voice. 

“It makes them laugh,” Suguru said, nodding, and led Satoru to their room, lightly knocking on the girls' door. “Mimi, Nana, the babysitter is here.” 

“I won’t sit on you, I promise!” Satoru said, leaning against the wall, finding himself charming. 

“Good one.” Geto turned to look at him, but he didn’t seem to find it funny. He pushed the door open, revealing two small girls playing with dolls on the floor. A huge dollhouse sat between them, and they'd set it up with furniture and other toys. The blonde and brunette girls turned their heads and gave Satoru small, shy waves. 

“Will you play with us?” the blonde one asked. 

“That’s Nanako, that’s Mimiko.” Geto pointed between the girls. 

“Sure!” Satoru squatted down to their level. “I love playing dolls. I’m Satoru.” he held out his long, slender hand. Each girl shyly introduced themselves, quickly handing a doll over to Satoru, telling him the storyline they were going along with. 

“There’s food on the stove; help yourself to anything.” Geto placed a hand on Satoru’s shoulder, then quickly removed it to get his attention. He was bent over, a little too close to his face; Satoru could smell mint and cigarettes on his lips. “Goodbye, girls.” he moved around to give each girl a kiss on the head. 

“Have a good night.” Satoru waved at him, wishing he could’ve gotten a kiss goodbye too. 

Satoru washed away his disappointment by having fun with the kids, playing along with their game, making sure to give each of his dolls different, silly voices, and feeling proud of himself every time the girls laughed. The girls got comfortable with him quickly, asking him all sorts of questions like why his hair was white, or why his nails were painted pink if that’s a girl color. Satoru was having a lot of fun; these girls were so cute. 

“Our mommy is dead!” Mimiko said, taking Satoru out of the moment. 

“Oh!” Satoru nodded, trying to hold back a laugh. Kids will really say anything. “So is my mom,” he said; he was sure they were too young to really understand that. 

“What does that mean?” Mimiko asked. This felt like a conversation they should be having with their father, but Satoru was the one answering the hard questions.

“Uh, what does your daddy say about that?” Satoru asked instead. 

“That mommy is in a good place,” Nanako answered. 

“Yeah, that’s how it is. You two girls miss her?” he asked, knowing that they probably just needed an outlet to talk about her. “I miss my mom too, but our mothers are always with us,” Satoru said, looking between the small children, “in your hearts! Or if you want to see her, look in the mirror… well, you two are lucky you have each other. You can see your mommy in each other.” Satoru put a hand on their backs, unsure whether the advice would resonate. 

“She was pretty. Do you want to see her?” Nanako asked, standing up. 

“Yes!” Satoru agreed, standing up and helping Mimiko up as well. The two girls walked in front of him, leading him to the living room, where they opened a small cabinet and showed a picture of a beautiful woman with light brown hair and a warm smile. Under the frame read ‘Manami Suda’. Satoru wondered how she and Geto met, how long they had known each other, and how they'd settled down and had kids. He bowed his head to the altar in respect; the girls did the same. 

“You ever talk to her?” Satoru asked as they closed the cabinet door. 

“Yes!” they answered, walking away, so Satoru had no choice but to follow them around the house as they showed Satoru all of their toys that were scattered around the place. 

The girls really had big mouths, telling Satoru everything he was curious about, like how old Geto was, or what he was like as a dad. His heart expanded ten sizes from how much these two girls adore their father. Geto really was the dream man. 

Once he went to bed, Satoru went right to work on scanning every inch of the house. He checked the time and saw he had about 30 minutes to snoop before Geto said he would come back home. Satoru started out in the office, looking over at the shelf decorated with plaques and trophies from awards Geto has won across the globe, most of the prestigious awards coming from America, being named the Creative Director of the year multiple times, or winning ad campaigns in global competitions. Framed pictures of him with celebrities and brand mascots lined the walls. Satoru couldn’t help but smile as he practically saw Geto grow up by looking at all the pictures on his walls. 

This was truly Satoru’s dream; he wanted the life Suguru had, and he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. He walked over to the living room, feeling like he had done enough snooping until a picture frame caught his attention. It was a picture of Geto and presumably his ex-wife. Satoru picked up the frame, feeling something deep within in stomach, almost envy. Unsure of who, but this only confirmed that Geto had to be into women, which would be good for Satoru. He shouldn't be hitting on older men who already had his dream career. The two did not seem to mix well. Satoru’s goal was to get a good recommendation letter, and maybe even a job referral if he got lucky. 

Flashes of light took Satoru out of his thoughts. He turned around and saw a car pull up in front of the house. He quickly placed the picture frame down and slightly jogged to the window by the front door to get a glimpse of who Geto was with. He snuck his fingers between the blinds and peeked out, seeing that Geto still hadn’t left the car. 

Jeez, he would be the type to be making out in a car or something. Satoru squinted his eyes, hoping he would get a better sight of the show, still not seeing much. That was until both car doors opened; he watched Geto get out of the car, fixing one of his shirt sleeves, his mouth moving as he said words Satoru didn’t bother reading, because his eyes weren't on the man he was talking to. He was okay, wearing a tacky outfit he was clearly too old for. The second man didn’t even compare to Geto’s beauty. Satoru scoffed, watching the two hold hands as they walked up to the door. So maybe Geto does like men?

Satoru squatted down, seeing the two stop right outside the front door. There was no way they were going to come inside. Right? Satoru shut the blinds, stood up, and wondered what to do next. There was no way he could open the door; he needed ot mind his business. On the other hand, maybe he was just being polite. Exactly, Satoru said he wasn’t sure whether Geto was struggling with the door. 

That was enough to give Satoru the bravery he needed to swing open the front door, even more taken aback that the two weren't sucking face. They were at an awkward distance. Geto looked relieved to see Satoru at the door. 

“Is everything okay?” Geto asked. 

“Yes, I saw the car lights and wanted to greet you,” Satoru answered him, flashing him a smile and a polite wave to the other man. 

“I better go, get home safe, Miguel,” Suguru said, walking to the door. Satoru backed up a bit, wanting to keep an eye on the scene still. 

“I’ll call you.” The man smiled, gave them both a wave, then turned the other way. 

“Let’s see if I answer.” Geto flicked his eyes to Satoru. “I’m really thankful you opened the door.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him, and sighed loudly as he leaned against it. 

“I almost didn’t,” Satoru laughed with him, the two of them closer than usual, but Satoru didn’t want to back away. Not when Geto’s jaw looked so defined in the low yellow light. 

“You saved me.” Geto’s eyes flicked up, the height difference between them starker than before, from Geto’s hunched body against the door frame. “Don’t do blind dates in your 40s like me, kid.” He closed his eyes and brought both hands to his face, covering his dark, cat-like eyes. 

“You were on a date with him?” Satoru scoffed, getting Geto to lower his hands, raising a questioning eyebrow. “I mean, look at you, I just thought you would be with someone…” Satoru stopped himself. This isn’t one of his friends he’s talking to; he needs to show some respect and professionalism. 

“Like what?” Geto’s voice was too low, his face so so-

“Pretty.” Satoru bit his lip. He really admitted that out loud. 

Geto shifted back up, meeting Satoru’s eye level. “Pretty?” he smiled. Leaning down to take off his shoes. Satoru decided to break the distance by taking a step back. 

“You’ve never been called pretty before?” Satoru asked, tilting his head to the side, surprised. 

“Not exactly,” Geto laughed, standing up and gesturing for Satoru to follow him. Satoru needed to cool off; he was speaking to a man two decades older than him with such casualness, such sweet talk he would normally use on men his age. “How were the girls?” Geto asked, having led them to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. 

“Amazing, they’re really fun to hang out with. I’m sorry to hear about you-your wife.” Satoru pursed his lips, wanting to show his respect. 

“Oh… I should’ve warned you they do that.” Geto smiled, taking a moment to drink water from the cup. Satoru’s lips parted, watching a small drop of water spill out from the side of Geto’s mouth. “That was my best friend. I took the girls in when she passed.” Geto raised his eyebrows and put the cup in the sink, looking like this was something he’d been dealing with for a while, a wall that Satoru didn’t have the confidence to ask about. 

“You’re a really good dad,” Satoru said instead. “They talk about you nonstop.” Geto looked his way, offering him a polite smile. 

“Thank you. Well, you want cash? What am I saying? You kids do whatever payment app it is,” Geto patted around in his pockets. 

“No, don’t worry about it. I had fun.” Satoru waved him off, getting a frown from Geto’s chiseled features. 

“Watched my kids, and saved me from having to kiss-what was it? A not-pretty man?” Geto laughed all so casually. 

“He wasn’t ugly, I just…” fuck. “Think you could do better.” Satoru licked his lips, tilted his head down, and widened his big blue eyes. Geto stiffened, his eyes watching Satoru’s lips. He blinked slowly, focusing back on Satoru’s eyes. The pause was longer than Satoru expected, but they just looked at each other, and Satoru really didn’t want to misread the situation. 

“You think so?” Geto took his bottom lip into his mouth, making that Satoru’s last straw. There was no going back now. 

“I know so,” Satoru took a step closer, not breaking eye contact. He just wanted to test the waters, a bit. See how far he could go, but Geto quickly stepped back. 

“Satoru,” 

“Don’t say my name like that,” Satoru warned.

“Jesus.” Geto turned around and walked out of the room. Satoru took that as an invitation and followed Geto down the hallway. He stopped halfway through. “Who do you think you are?” he hissed, suddenly annoyed with Satoru. He sure wasn’t complaining before, and definitely wasn’t kicking him out now.

“Gojo Satoru.” He pushed his shoulder against the wall, leaning casually. 

“You’re my friend's student.” Geto shook his head, turning over to continue walking down the hallway, stopping at a door Satoru hadn’t crossed. He opened it slowly, looking at Satoru with low, needy eyes. Satoru was through the door in four strides, turning around to meet Geto’s eyes; he was breathing heavily from how bad he needed this man. 

“You sure have-” Geto shut him up before he could make a remark about his bedroom, grabbing him by the face and kissing him softly on the lips. Satoru responded kindly, opening his mouth just right for Geto to enter and explore him. Taste him. Geto flicked his tongue back and forth on his, making Satoru whine as he tried to pull Geto even closer, but Geto resisted. 

Geto pulled away. “So that’s how I can shut you up.” He went back, sucking softly on Satoru’s bottom lip, then pulled back again. “Has anyone told you you're a cocky little shit?” he leaned in again, kissing Satoru a little bit harder this time, getting a fistful of his hair to angle his head just right for his tongue to circle Satoru’s. Satoru answered his question by moaning into his mouth, his hands going to Geto’s waist. Geto pulled away again, giving Satoru the opportunity to speak. 

“I get arrogant more often, maybe even vain.” Satoru thought about other names people tend to use to describe him. “Funny, that’s my favorite.” Geto rolled his eyes and pushed Satoru back. 

“We should not be doing this.” Geto stepped back and ran his hands through his hair. 

“That’s what makes it so hot,” Satoru smirked, getting down to his knees. He reached for Geto’s belt; Geto didn’t fight it, just looked down, and reached up to Satoru’s chin. 

“You are so pretty,” he whispered, swiping a thumb on his chin. 

“I know,” Satoru smiled, pulling Geto’s pants all the way off, exposing his big cock, which swung up right into Satoru’s face. “Fuck,” he whispered. The last thing Satoru expected was for this old of a man to have this large of a cock. Satoru looked at it in fear; he could practically feel his jaw lock, but it was going to be worth it. 

“Open your mouth,” Geto ordered. Satoru looked up at him, smirked, and opened his mouth. Letting Geto trace the head of his shaft around Satoru’s lips, his precum salting his tongue softly. Satoru let out a whiny moan, knowing that this big of a fucking cock should be shoved in his mouth right at the moment. He tried moving his head to suck, but was pushed back. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Geto asked, his palm on Satoru’s forehead, tilting his head up just right. 

“Yes, Daddy,” Satoru said it so confidently, so proudly, wanting nothing more than to impress Geto Suguru. His eyes went dark at Satoru’s response; he tapped his head against Satoru’s lips. Satoru opened slowly, maintaining eye contact as Geto slowly slipped his cock inside, pushing it all the way to the back of his throat. Satoru moaned in response, his eyes rolling back. He relaxed his throat, hollowed out his cheeks, and started bobbing his head slowly. 

“You take it so well, baby.” Geto cooed, letting out a few moans; he caressed Satoru’s face, who was taking his cock the best he could. Gagging and drooling all over it, clearly struggling to take it. Satoru felt a few tears roll down his cheeks; he opened them, quickly blinking to see Geto looking right at him. He let Satoru take control, go at his pace, keeping soft hands on top of Satoru’s head. “Fuck.” he hissed, pulling back. 

“Don’t tell me you were going to cum already?” Satoru smirked, looking up at Geto, who still had his left hand on his face. Satoru stuck his tongue out and licked Geto’s thumb, drawing a hiss from Geto’s lips. He pulled his hand away and tapped Satoru’s cheek softly. 

“You were too good, baby,” Geto cooed, getting a soft mewl from Satoru, who was a huge slut for praise in the bedroom. “Go to bed.” He reached out a hand to pick Satoru up, quickly brought him into his arms, kissing him even more hungrily than before, both of them moving to remove the rest of the other's clothes. Geto pushed him up against the edge of the bed, guiding Satoru to sit down without parting their lips. 

Satoru whined when Geto pulled away, “Daddy,” he pouted, batting his big blue eyes his way. 

“I want to taste you, baby.” Geto kissed his cheek, his ear, and along his jawline, guiding his tongue up and down Satoru’s neck. He leaned Satoru down as his kisses got lower and lower until he was kissing and lightly sucking at the sensitive areas along Satoru’s groin on his knees.

“I need you,” Satoru whined, moving his hips, but Geto’s larger hands quickly pinned them down, stopping him from squirming. 

“Patient,” Geto ordered. 

“I need you now,” Satoru whined, bucking his hips forward into Geto’s face. 

“I want to enjoy this,” Geto said, blowing air on Satoru’s sensitive area. He moved his hands before Satoru’s thighs, pushing his long legs up into the air to give him a better angle. He sprinkled kisses on his thigh until those kisses were placed heavenly on top of Satoru’s hole, making him let out small cries; he had to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from being too loud. “You sound beautiful.” Geto encouraged. 

“Fuck me,” Satoru cried out, being shut up by taking in a deep breath, as Geto placed his flat, wet tongue against his hole, lapping against him with just the right pressure. Satoru arched his back, pushing his head back into the bed. 

Satoru’s hips started moving up and down; Geto let Satoru use his face, going over his nose every now and then because it felt so good. Satoru wasn’t sure how much air Geto was getting, but frankly he didn’t care. He liked riding the older man's face until Geto grabbed his hips, stopping the movement, pushing his tongue as deep as he could inside of Satoru. Geto snaked a hand around to Satoru’s cock, increasing the pressure that was building up in his lower stomach. 

Geto took his tongue from Satoru’s ass, all the way up the shaft of his cock, to swirl his tongue around Satoru’s head in a swift motion. It was too much; Satoru felt close, but wasn’t ready for this moment to end yet. 

“I want to be inside of you.” Geto looked up at him, with the same neediness from before in his eyes. 

“I need you inside of me,” Satoru begged. “Please, please-” Geto cut him off, bringing his arm up and pressing a finger into his mouth. Satoru moaned, swirling his tongue all over his thick finger, sucking even harder when a second one was shoved into his mouth. A string of saliva pulled out of Satoru’s mouth as Geto lowered his hand down to Satoru’s ass. They were both moaning from just watching the other man being so needy with the other, so desperate to please the other. 

Geto placed kisses all over Satoru’s twitching dick, as he circled his hole with his fingers, adjusting his body just right so he could suck Satoru off and finger him at the same time. Satoru bit into his bottom lip from how overwhelming the pleasure was, but it was perfect, being inside Geto’s wet, warm mouth and being scissored open by his fat fingers. Satoru wrapped his arms around his legs to hold them up higher, giving Geto a better angle. Satoru couldn’t move, couldn’t look down; instead, he was panting and letting out pornographic moans as Geto fucked him senselessly with his mouth and fingers. Geto angled his fingers just right, and he pulled up on Satoru’s cock, getting him to ejaculate on the instant. Satoru’s vision went black as he let out a scream louder than he had meant to. He rode out his orgasm, stuffed inside of Geto’s mouth, who still sucked and softly bobbed his head as he swallowed every last drop of Satoru. 

“Holy shit,” Satoru mumbled, letting go of his legs and letting his body fully relax. 

“Oh fuck,” Geto mumbled. Satoru opened his eyes to see Geto walking back, his gaze dropping to the white mess Geto left all over himself. Satoru’s cock twitched from the sight. 

“No, no, don’t clean it,” his voice softer than he intended. He sat up a little too quickly, but pushed through the spinning room, crawled over to Geto, and pulled him close. Satoru stuck his tongue out and started cleaning up Geto’s cum off of himself. 

“Oh baby, are you my good little cum slut?” Geto ran a hand through Satoru’s hair as he was moaning, licking up every drop of his cum. 

“You came while pleasing me; that’s funny.” Satoru pulled away when he was done, looking up at Geto, who didn’t seem to care that he came from sucking Satoru off. 

“Let’s see how hard you laugh while I'm fucking you.” It sounded like a threat coming from Geto. 

“After that? I’m concerned about how hard it’ll be, old man.” Satoru tapped on Geto’s hard abs; this man was fit for his age. He was everything for his age. Satoru was ready to bend over and let Geto dominate his body, but it’s Satoru; he can’t give it up that easily. 

He gave it up that easily. 

Geto had him up against a dresser, one leg in the air, as Geto pounded into him from behind with no mercy or change in his pace. It was a relentless pace that was hitting Satoru’s prostate over and over again; he felt so full, he swore he could feel Geto’s cock from his stomach. Satoru was sure he was telling Geto off for being old and not fucking him hard enough, but the words were incoherent, only coming out as pathetic moans. 

“You’re so greedy for me,” Geto moaned, “so tight for me.” 

“D-d-a-d-” Satoru couldn’t even finish the words; he was whimpering from the pressure being removed from his ass, his body pulled to the bed. He was pushed down on his back, raising his legs up, eager to take it up the ass again. “Please.” Satoru panted. 

“My good boy.” Geto moaned, slapping his heavy cock on Satoru’s tight pink hole. Pushing the head in and out slowly. 

“Geto,” Satoru moaned. 

“Call me Suguru.” he looked at him with those needy eyes, pushing all the way slowly into Satoru once more, making him let out another moan as he took him in. Suguru leaned over him, kissing his open mouth, and Satoru quickly formed his lips to kiss Suguru sloppily, their wet tongues glossing over the other as they panted into the other's mouth. 

It was all so intense; Suguru was so unbelievably sexy. Satoru came all over their stomachs, making Suguru groan with pleasure. He pushed his body down even further, spreading Satoru’s cum all over their stomachs. His pace slowed, and he took strokes to push himself up and really look at Satoru. 

“God, you’re so pretty, fuck.” Suguru cried out as he pushed in deeper, letting his dick sit in Satoru’s hole, his eyes squeezed shut. Satoru raised his hand up, placing it on Suguru’s cheek. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. Suguru lowered his face, looking at Satoru with soft eyes, his cock speeding up a bit, making Satoru let out soft mewls from the pleasure. His cock quickly grew again, sensitive from cumming so hard already. 

“Satoru, you’re,” Suguru squeezed his eyes again, burying his face in Satoru’s shoulder. 

“Yes, let it out, daddy, use me.” Satoru purred, wanting the older man to take over his body. Rubbing his hands up and down his back, digging his nails in as Suguru pounded into him harder. 

“Good obedient slut.” Suguru thrust into him harder, turning his face, sinking his teeth into Satoru’s neck. Biting him hard, licking over the marks he made on Satoru’s skin. Moving his face on top of Satoru’s so they were kissing again, his sweet tongue was enough to send Satoru over the edge again. He gripped Suguru’s shoulders as his cock shot out a little bit of cum this time from the overstimulation. “Oh fuck,” Suguru moaned at Satoru’s whining. 

“Cum in me,” Satoru begged, wanting so bad to be filled up with Suguru’s cum. He wanted to dig it out and lick it up, to taste it again. 

“Fuck.” Suguru said again, looking Satoru right in the eyes, and he fucked him even harder, sloppier, just using him, as he pushed his face into the bed, picking up the pace. The slapping from the fucking was all Satoru could focus on; his entire body was shaking from pleasure, and he was about to give out soon. “You’re so pretty.” Suguru threw his head back, thrust twice into Satoru before sitting there for a moment, letting out grunts of pleasure. He pulled out slowly and rolled over to Satoru’s other side, the two of them breathing heavily as they looked up at the ceiling. 

“Suguru,” Satoru said softly, curling up against Suguru’s side. Suguru turned his head over, giving Satoru a soft smile, moving his body closer until the two of them were holding each other, tracing each other's arms and back with their fingers.

“You are bad news, Gojo Satoru.” Suguru sighed, leaning in to kiss Satoru on the nose. 

“Kiss my ass.” Satoru wrinkled his nose in return. 

“Please.” Suguru pulled back and looked at him seriously. 

“What?” Satoru laughed, thinking they were joking, and there was no way Suguru could still keep going. 

“Kiss your ass. Please.” Now Suguru was the one begging for it. It finally hit Satoru in that moment; in the original conversation he overheard between Suguru and Yaga, he had mentioned it had been two years since Suguru had gotten laid. No wonder he was freaked out. 

“Do whatever you want to me,” Satoru answered, giving Suguru a flashy smile. Suguru's eyes went wide, and he rolled on top of Satoru, leaving kissies all over his face. Suguru sat up, picking up Satoru only to flip him over, snaking an arm around his hips to raise his ass into the air. 

Suguru placed a hand on his right cheek and started leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over his ass. Going between his right and left cheek, inching closer and closer to his hole that was oozing out the cum Satoru wanted so bad in his mouth. 

“I want your cum.” Satoru breathed out, not even fully sure what he was asking for. He just felt so horny, and disgusting, and wanted to be Suguru’s fuck slut for as long as he could. 

“More?” Suguru taunted, giving the slit in his ass a small lick at the entrance, making Satoru moan. 

“Bring it to me,” Satoru whispered, almost embarrassed. 

“You filthy little slut.” Suguru chuckled, spreading open his cheeks. Satoru arched and pushed his ass back once Suguru’s tongue hit his hole. It was only a few laps before Suguru pulled away, rolling Satoru back so he could see his face. Suguru leaned in; Satoru opened his mouth, ready to taste what Suguru tasted from inside him. 

Their tongues twisted together, exchanging cum, sex juices, and saliva. It was salty, leaving the aftertaste in both of their mouths as they continued to swap everything, moaning into each other's mouths. 

“More.” Satoru breathed. 

“Filthy,” Suguru purred, but obeyed, as he pushed him back onto his stomach, opening his ass up, taking a little extra time to rim his hole, and fucking into it with his tongue before flipping Satoru around again, to fill his mouth up with second-hand cum. 

They were pushing their bodies into one another, both hard again from how nasty the two of them were being together. This was some of the nastiest sex Satoru has ever had, but in that moment he just wanted every part of Suguru; his cock wasn’t enough; he needed this man to stuff every single one of his holes until he passed out. 

“Fuck me.” Satoru pulled away, whining, “fuck me again, please,” he cried, never needing dick so bad in his life; he felt like he was going to pass out. 

“Use me then.” Suguru pulled away, leaning against the bed frame and sitting up. Satoru knew exactly what to do; he quickly hovered over Suguru, grabbing his large dick into his hands, first getting it wet with his hands. He arched his ass into the air as he sucked Suguru off, taking his dick all the way into his mouth like a god boy. Moaning every time Suguru praised him for being such a good slut for him. 

Satoru pulled away quickly, not wanting to waste more time; he swung his legs over Suguru’s hips and slowly lowered his body onto Suguru's long cock. They both moaned into each other's mouths from feeling the other, fit so perfectly where it was needed. Satoru gripped Suguru’s shoulders and started bouncing his hips up and down on Suguru’s cock, just the way he needed. 

Suguru's hands were gripping Satoru’s pecs as he left hickies and sucked at his nipples, increasing the sensation that was happening in Satoru’s body. Satoru could slam down hard enough on Suguru; he needed more, moving his hips rapidly, not nearly getting enough. 

“Help,” Satoru whined, wanting Suguru to do some work. Suguru looked up from making out with his nipple, giving it a hard bite that made Satoru squeak. 

“Like this?” Suguru moved his hands to Satoru’s hips and thrust up, pushing deeper inside of Satoru, making him cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah.” Satoru nodded his head quickly.

“Too bad,” Suguru smirked, moving his hands to push Satoru’s chest into his face, as he rubbed and licked and sucked at his pecs. 

“Asshole.” Satoru moaned, going back to trying to bounce up and down as hard as he could on this big cock, but it just wasn’t enough. “More, more, more,” Satoru whined with every bounce. 

“Greedy little cock slut.” Suguru laughed in his face. He brought a hand to Satoru’s dick, making him suck in some air from how sensitive it had become; he lost count of how many times he’d cum at this point. “Useless cock, on my baby. Look at it.” Satoru looked down, seeing his hard dick flopped in Suguru’s large hand, making it look so little. “Who you gonna use this on, baby?” Suguru asked, rolling his hips up into Satoru. 

“You,” Satoru moaned, trying to bounce harder, but was restricted by Suguru. 

“Yeah? You want to fuck me?” Suguru pushed him off his dick, but Satoru was ready; he pushed himself forward, stuffed his face into the bed, ass up, ready to be fucked. 

“I’d fuck you so good,” Satoru said, knowing he’d never fucked anyone else ever. 

“I’m sure you’d be begging for a finger, a minute in,” Suguru said, slapping the head of his dick on Satoru’s hole. 

“Fuck me,” Satoru ignored him, just wanting to get fucked senseless into the bed. 

“What?” Suguru asked. 

“Fuck me.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get that.” Suguru messed around with him. 

“Asshole,” Satoru brought a hand back, trying to find Suguru’s cock so he could shove it in himself. 

“Mean, baby. Where’s my good boy?” Suguru asked. Satoru dropped his hand and whined into the bed, about to cry from the lack of pressure in his ass. 

“I’m right here.” Satoru turned his head back, pouting at Suguru. 

“Pretty boy,” Suguru leaned in, kissing his lower back, then slowly pushed his cock into Satoru’s ass. Their moans synced with each stroke. Suguru kept a tight grip on Satoru’s hips, leaving deep purple marks from how hard he was holding onto Satoru, like someone would take him away from him any second. 

“Harder, deeper, Suguru, please.” Satoru cried, wanting more; he needed more. 

“Does this feel good, baby?” Suguru changed the stroke, pushing himself deeper inside; it sounded like punching from how hard he was fucking into Satoru’s hole. 

“Daddy,” Satoru cried out, pushing his body back to feel even more. 

“I’m fucking close; you feel so good.” Suguru moaned, fucking so hard into Satoru. His body went limp; he just lay on the bed, letting his body be used as a hole for the hottest man he’d ever seen in his entire life. Satoru let out a few words, and Suguru responded with moans, but it was so good Satoru was in heaven. 

This was exactly how he needed to get fucked, he needed this so bad from Suguru, he needed to get pounded senseless by this older man for hours. Getting filled up with his cum again, plotting what he could do next to get underneath this man another day. 

Everything else happened in a daze. Suguru was hovering over him, wiping away at his body with a warm cloth, then he was sat up, instructed to raise his arms, a shirt being placed over his head. He was fed water through a glass straw, Suguru petting his head as Satoru took slow, deep gulps of water. 

“Spit it in my mouth,” Satoru smirked, pulling back to look up at Suguru. 

“Are you still horny?” Suguru sighed, looking at the cup of water like he was actually debating it.

“You take such good care of me,” Satoru shrugged, batting his white eyelashes in Suguru’s direction. “Please,” he whispered, tilting his head back for Suguru to spit water into his mouth. 

Suguru frowned at him, but took the straw to his lips, filled his mouth with cold water, then hovered close over Satoru’s mouth, carefully spitting the water into his mouth. Satoru drank it all up, giving Suguru a happy smile afterward. 

“Tastes better from you.” Satoru looked up at Suguru, who was looking down at him with sexy eyes. He took another drink from the straw, and without asking, Satoru leaned up again, opening his mouth for more. Their mouths intertwined after their quick refreshment. Suguru set the cup down on the side table and climbed on top of Satoru. Suguru rolled his hips into Satoru’s, both of them moaning into each other's mouths. 

Suguru pulled back and turned his head to the side. “It’s 2 a.” he sighed. 

“I can leave at 4 am.” Satoru smiled, “Fuck me one more time, please.” Satoru pouted, wanting to feel him one more time. 

“I just cleaned you; you just came back to consciousness.” Suguru frowned. Satoru leaned forward, sneaking a hand up Suguru’s thigh, gripping at his fully, rock-hard dick. 

“You want me too,” Satoru smirked. Suguru put a hand over his eyes, peeking at Satoru through his fingers. 

“I want you so bad; this is so fucked up.” he shook his head, leaning forward to kiss Satoru hungrily. Satoru lowered his hands to free Suguru’s big cock from his boxers, Satoru still naked from the waist down, ready to take Suguru again. 

This time around they kissed deeply into each other's mouths, Suguru only pulling away to spit in his hand and rub his cock to wet it before slowly pushing into Satoru’s used hole from that evening. They went back to making out, pushing their shirts up so they could feel the other's skin. This time, as Suguru fucked Satoru softly, they just stayed missionary, moaning into each other's mouths, biting at the other's lips. 

“Satoru,” Suguru moaned, looking him right in the eyes.

“Suguru,” Satoru moaned back, feeling so needy he needed more. He pushed Suguru’s head down and gripped him tightly, wrapping his long legs around Suguru’s waist to hold him tighter, feeling his cock go even deeper inside him. 

“I wanted to fuck you since I first saw you.” Suguru’s eyes were closed as he said something Satoru wasn’t sure he meant. 

“Say sike right now.” Satoru laughed a little, feeling Suguru’s pace slow down. 

“What?” he opened his eyes. 

“Wait, are you for real?” Satoru asked, clenching around Suguru, getting a slight moan from him. 

“Yes, shut up, please,” Suguru whined, starting up his pace, so quick and hard that Satoru couldn’t respond or think more about what he had just revealed to him. Instead, Satoru pulled Suguru’s face to him and kissed him so wetly, so deeply, that no amount of this man would ever be enough for Satoru. 

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Satoru woke to multiple alarms, one from a phone and one from the alarm clock on the side table next to him. He turned his head and saw Suguru snoring away, one arm lazily over his chest. Well, that was enough for Satoru; he may have completely fucked up this networking opportunity. He quietly slipped out of bed, wincing as just about every muscle in his body ached. He bent down and picked up his pants and shirt from last night off the floor. He shrugged his pants back on, deciding to keep Suguru’s shirt as a souvenir from the night they were together, which would probably be their last. Satoru looked at Suguru, who had only tossed around in bed from all the loud alarms; he chuckled a bit at how cute it was that this grown man was such a light sleeper. 

With ease, Satoru slipped out of the room and walked down the hallway, stopping in his tracks when he heard soft, high-pitched voices from the other side of the house. He walked down the hallway, hearing the theme song from some kids' cartoon, and the girls talking and playing on the living room floor. 

Everyone looked at each other as Satoru stood at the entrance, wide-eyed. Sneaking out of a hookup place has never been a problem; sure, he’s run into his fair share of roommates, but this was way different than what he was used to. 

“Hey, girls,” he smiled. 

“Hey, Toru,” the girls said, turning back to the TV show, probably not having a clue as to why their babysitter was over so early in the morning. Now it really didn’t feel right to leave the house without another word, with his kids right there and their dad asleep in the room over. 

“You guys hungry?” he asked, walking further into the room. 

“Yes!” They both jumped up and followed him to the kitchen. He looked around, remembering there was cereal he could feed them, and got some bowls and spoons out for them. They sat around at the table talking. Satoru was telling them about his ‘kids, ’ Megumi and Tsumiki, how they would probably all get along, even if the other two were a little older than the girls. 

“Girls?” Suguru’s voice came from down the hallway. 

“Dad!” they said, jumping up from the table, tackling Suguru’s legs. He looked at Satoru with wide, confused eyes, like he shouldn’t be there right now. “Look who's here!” Nanako pointed in Satoru’s direction. 

“Right, hello, Satoru.” Suguru nodded his head his way. 

“I was just leaving, but wanted to make sure they were okay.” Satoru avoided eye contact, grabbed his shirt, and stood up from the table. “I was telling them about how we could have a playdate, you know, with my-”

“I don’t think so, Satoru,” Suguru said. Satoru got the strength to look at him. 

“Right-” Satoru sighed. 

“Please, Dad! We want to play with Legos!” Mimiko jumped up and down. 

“S’toru tell him we want to play!” Nanako came over, looking at him with big puppy eyes. 

“Uh…” Satoru didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see this man ever again either. 

“We’ll set it up, is that okay?” Suguru asked, his face softening. 

“Sure.” Satoru shrugged, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible; he grabbed his tote bag, everything still there from last night. He said his goodbyes and quickly walked out of the house, calling himself an idiot over and over again. 

Only to be called an idiot again when he got back home, where he lives with his four best friends, Nanami, Shoko, and her girlfriend Utahime. They sat at the dining table, drinking coffee, listening to Satoru go over his overnight babysitting gig. 

“He is really hot,” Nanami sighed, shaking his head in agreement. “You really fumbled this connection, but do you think I have a shot?” he asked. 

“At what, a job reference or getting fucked?” Utahime asked, almost spitting out her coffee from laughing. Satoru shot Nanami a glare; he didn’t really care if they both hooked up with the same people before. It was a small community, but something about this felt different. The type of sex he had with Suguru- he wasn’t sure he would do that with anyone else, and he for sure doesn’t want Suguru to do that with Nanami. 

“Either, at this point.” Nanami said, getting a slap on the arm from Satoru, “I’m kidding! I’m not an idiot.” he laughed loudly, making Satoru slam his head to the table. There was no way they could ever run into each other again; at least they went this far without knowing the other. 

“I’m a slut.” Satoru lifted his head. 

“Ding ding ding!” Shoko shouted. “Dude, chill out. He’s an older guy, but it’s not like he’s your teacher or boss. So what if you fucked? If he’s a good man, he’ll still give you career advice,” she said. 

“What if he thinks I fucked him for that?” Satoru whined, putting his head back on the table. 

“I mean-” Uthamie started. Satoru started groaning loudly to get her to shut up; he had crossed the line way too far, and there was no going back. 

A loud notification text noise made everyone shut up. Satoru slowly lifted his head and saw the caller ID on his phone. 

Suguru Geto 

Want to set up that playdate? You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable 

Satoru Gojo 

Yes! Sunday mornings I’m usually with the kids, if you’re free next week

Suguru Geto

That works for us. See you next week, Satoru. 

Satoru Gojo 

Yeah dude :D 

“Yeah, dude?” Shoko scoffed at his message, “You really are the world's biggest, smartest idiot.” Every one of his friends agreed, and he just hit his head with his phone, thinking about the stressful week he had, with it being the last week to work on his final project for university, on top of whatever he was doing with a man twice his age. 

“At least we’re off the topic of Sukuna,” Utahime said. Satoru shot her a glance, his eyes flicking to his phone, then to Nanami, then to his phone. He quickly made his move to grab his phone, but Nanami and Shoko intercepted it. 

“Do not text that man,” Shoko ordered. 

“Please, Satoru, wait until we’re done with the campaign, then do as you please,” Nanami begged. 

“Fine.” Satoru held out his palm for his phone, knowing seeing Sukuna would be the best way to clear his mind of this old man with beautiful, beautiful tattoos. 

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“Why do I have to play with girls?” Megumi grumbled as they walked up the pathway to Suguru’s house. 

“Because you like girls, you’re kinda like a girl.” Satoru shrugged, holding on to Tsumiki’s hand tighter. He looked down at Megumi, who was glaring up at him. “I got you a cool new LEGO set; just focus on that for a few hours,” Satoru said, not wanting to hear it. 

“Fine,” Megumi grumbled right when they walked onto the porch. The door opened, and Suguru stood there, looking breathtaking, his girls at his legs. Suguru’s normal tattoos were covered in what looked like marker. 

“Hey,” Suguru said, smiling a little out of breath. “Hi!” He turned his attention to Tsumiki and Megumi. He introduced himself and his kids, gesturing for everyone to come inside. Satoru leaned down to take off his shoes, stumbling a bit as he lost his balance, only to be caught by Suguru’s strong arms. 

“Thanks.” Satoru pulled away, shrugged his bag off his shoulder, and pulled out a few sets for all of them to build today. Suguru grabbed one from his hand and looked it over. 

“This looks a little hard for them,” Suguru said, gesturing towards the girls. 

“You underestimate their intelligence,” Satoru said seriously. “That one's mine; this one is for them.” Satoru smiled, holding up a set that was in their age range. 

“You really like doing these?” Suguru asked, making Satoru smile as his cheeks turned red.

“Is that childish?” Satoru asked softly, looking over to the older man he wanted so bad to have sex with again. He was going to do his best to resist him; he even had awful sex with the guy his age he used to be so obsessed with, but a few minutes while he was getting awful head from Sukuna, he texted his group chat their emergency emoji to indicate when they needed out of a situation. 

Everyone was on standby to get Satoru out today, if he needed it. 

“It’s cute,” Suguru smiled, leading him to the living room where the rest of the kids were showing off their toys; Megumi was clearly enjoying himself. Using his superhero figure to play dolls with the girls. 

“What’s on your arms?” Satoru asked, gesturing towards the color all over Suguru’s tattoos. 

“Oh, the girls like to color my tattoos like a coloring book,” Suguru said, holding out his arms. Satoru took an arm into his hand, examining the poor job the girls did. It was really sweet; he was like a human coloring book. 

“I want to color one.” Satoru smiled at him and found a blank one. Suguru looked at him, eyes wide, and pulled his arm back. “I mean, that’s stupid.” Satoru laughed, turning away to look at whatever the kids were doing. Suguru didn’t even bother to respond, which was probably worse. Satoru was counting down the time until it was acceptable for them to leave. 

It was odd how you could be getting the cum eaten out of your ass one day, to having an awkward conversation with that same person the next. The human condition was truly a curse, but as much as Satoru hated being there, he just had to be there at the same time. They spent the next few hours all spending time together; Satoru could barely focus on building his LEGO set between playing dolls with the kids, laughing every time Suguru attempted to do a funny voice. There was something gut-wrenching about seeing Suguru be such a good girl dad; he truly had it all, and Satoru was so greedy he would probably never know anything else about Suguru, trying to convince himself that he was satisfied with the way he had Suguru. 

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Geto Suguru 

Suguru didn’t get up for much in the mornings. His kids were his number one priority, taking up most of his mind and time. He spent decades working in an industry that was slowly losing its color because of corporate minimalism and the shift toward AI. He moved back to Japan to find what was missing from his life; he thought moving closer to his friends and distant family would fill that gap. It was all nice, but Suguru knew he was lonely. Lonely with the mundane life he had built for himself, wondering if he would ever feel intense passion again. His last relationship left him so heartbroken that he had given up fully on finding someone else. At least until his kids grew up and he didn’t have to worry about dating while having kids. 

That was until, from across the room, he met his best friend's star pupil, whom he constantly raved about, telling Suguru this kid was another him. Suguru wished he had seen a picture of the student beforehand; Yaga didn’t mention how absolutely stunning he was. His white hair, eyelashes, and bright blue eyes made him look almost angelic. His face was sculpted so carefully by every god in the sky. Gojo Satoru was the prettiest man he’d ever seen; it was just that he was 22 years old and only looked at Suguru with an interest in networking. 

Satoru was much quieter than Suguru expected; his bright eyes stayed fixed on Suguru all night at the dinner party. He thought he was going to puke. Yaga was right: Satoru was arrogant, cocky, but so smart. Suguru scolded himself for his perverted thoughts about the ways he could put Satoru in his place, humble him by…  

Then Suguru did; he had the chance to fuck Satoru all night long, marking his entire body in bite marks and hickies, finally breaking his two-year streak of not having sex. He was pent up; he was rusty, but it was the best sex he’d had in his 40 years of life. A 22-year-old was the best lay he’d ever had. Suguru was disgusted with himself, swearing that he was not going to do that playdate with Satoru, but Mimiko and Nanako kept asking about him. Clearly, that man has something alluring about him that even his own kids wanted to see Satoru again. So, for his own kids' sake, he set up a playdate with Satoru. That gave him a week to figure out what the hell he was going through, if this was some early-onset midlife crisis he was going through.

First and foremost, he had to tell Yaga; there was no way he could keep this from his best friend. He walked across the university campus into the communications building where Yaga’s office was. Suguru had been here a few times to speak at some of Yaga’s classes or have lunch with him in his office when he wasn’t working. Luckily for him, the office was empty, with Yaga at his laptop typing away. 

“Geto?” Yaga stood up and gestured for Suguru to come inside. 

“Hey,” Suguru smiled, gave his friend a handshake, and sat down in the chairs in front of his table. 

“What’s up?” Yaga asked, grabbing a stress ball from the table. He’ll need it, Suguru thought. 

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about one of your students.” Suguru started. 

“Uh oh, what happened? Is it Satoru?” Yaga asked, making Suguru’s body stiffen; he was sure he could hide his facial expression from the wince he let out at Satoru’s name. “Jeez, what did this kid do? I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He probably looks up to you; he wants to be where you’re at so bad.” Yaga laughed, leaning forward. Suguru pursed his lips; maybe that’s what this was about. Satoru fucked him, thinking that would be an easy way into the industry, would land him a job, but that was actually the opposite of what was going to happen. 

“Ummm,” Suguru gulped, all the ways he practiced how he would let this out completely left his mind, “Yaga, I don’t know how to say this but-” 

“Yaga-sensei!” The door burst open; the last voice Suguru wanted to hear filled the room, “Oh! Oh…Geto-san.” Suguru turned around and saw Satoru at the door with a bag of food; his adorable face morphed into a frown. “I can come back.” Satoru smiled, gave a small bow, and walked out of the room. 

Once the door closed, Yaga said, “Suguru,” putting his stress ball down. “What happened?” he asked. 

“I slept with your student,” Suguru mumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

“What the fuck?” Yaga laughed. “Gojo?” he asked. “I mean, I should’ve known; the kid does have a type.” Yaga sighed and opened his laptop.

“What?” Suguru asked, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, I thought Gojo was dating this jock, a bunch of tattoos, big and scary. They’ve walked to class together; I’ve seen them around campus. Every time that boy comes into the classroom sulking, I know it has something to do with that. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really know how to keep his mouth shut.” Yaga was acting all too casual about this. 

“Do you think I’m an awful person?” Suguru asked, feeling absolutely disgusted with himself for what he did with someone he was so much older than.

“No, I think you can be shitty; I mean, have some impulse control. Okay, you fucked a 22-year-old, now what? You’re both consenting adults; he’s about to graduate. It’s not like you’re going to do it again or date him.” Yaga assured him. 

“Right,” Suguru pursed his lips. Yaga tilted his head down and looked at him skeptically. 

“You broke your dry spell with a 22-year-old; I think that’s punishment enough.” Yaga laughed; Suguru rolled his eyes, wanting to defend it. It was more than that; it was something he wouldn’t understand. 

“You’re right, I’m going to end it.” Suguru nodded his head. “I’ll let him know he needs to find someone else to mentor him. I can connect him with other CDs, but we should not have any further contact.” Suguru nodded his head. 

“Be gentle with him; we have presentations next week. I need him at his best.” Yaga said, which only made Suguru feel worse. 

However, Suguru knew that the conversation to cut all connections with one another needed to happen. But when Satru sat on the living room floor, his hair messed up from running his hand through it too many times and his bottom lip red from biting it while he built his LEGO set, he was the cutest thing Suguru had ever seen. He just wanted to reach over and swipe a thumb across his bottom lip to make him stop chewing on it; instead, he wanted to be the one doing that. 

It always wasn’t good for Suguru to see how well Satoru was with kids. When they went outside, Satoru ran around his backyard, played tag with the kids, and spun them around. He knew the girls were going to sleep so well that night from all the running around and screaming. Suguru was a little rough with the girls, clearly used to having a boy in his life, but he knew how to treat them like princesses. Suguru feared dating again because he had kids, but he watched in real time that wasn’t true; he could find someone who loved the girls as much as he did. 

When it was time for them to go, Suguru couldn’t bring himself to pull Satoru away for a moment to break the news that they should stop talking. Stop seeing each other because it was a bad idea. Suguru just couldn’t find the way to explain why it was a bad idea, other than their age gap. That should've been enough; Satoru was at a different stage in life, barely getting into the treacherous waters of being a 20-something. 

Still, something wicked deep within Suguru wanted to take care of Satoru through it all.

So he didn’t pull Satoru away for that talk; he was too afraid, so he gave Satoru a soft smile and empty promises of meeting up again someday soon. When he closed the door, he guided the girls to get ready for the evening since they had school the next day. While the girls got ready, he walked into the living room to clean up the rest of the mess they had made that day, and noticed Satoru's jacket. 

Suguru picked it up off the couch and put it to his nose, closing his eyes as Satoru's scent filled his senses. He had gone so long without sex; even the smell of a jacket was enough to give him a semi. That night with Satoru last week was going to consume his mind for who knows how long; he’d never had sex that was so heated, so wet. A part of him hoped that Satoru left it on purpose, so he could come back another day, an excuse for the both of them to see each other again. 

After he put the girls to bed, he went to the living room to read before bed, adjusting his reading glasses, which were slanted from falling asleep in them too many times. He wore sweatpants and a black compression shirt, his go-to nighttime wear, and sipped black tea. He read the same line over and over, trying to distract himself from reaching for Satoru’s jacket beside him and smelling it again. He knew he would eventually give in, take the jacket to his bedroom, tie it around his face, and jack off to the image of Satoru suffocating him with his perfect, tight- 

Ding! 

Ding! Ding! 

What the hell?

Suguru padded over to the door, angry at whoever was ringing the doorbell this late at night. This could wake up his kids; he hoped this wouldn’t disturb them, and that their day of running around was enough to put them out cold. Suguru froze when he looked through the door's peephole and saw white hair and those big blue bug eyes that practically take up half of Satoru’s face. 

“Satoru?” Suguru asked, opening the door, not sure whether he wanted to give up that jacket yet or have the conversation that they needed to stop seeing each other. 

“Suguru,” Satoru started, his eyes scanning Suguru’s body, stopping at his lower half, and he brought his red lip into his mouth. Fuck.

“Stop doing that.” Suguru stepped forward, cupping Satoru’s chin between his index finger and thumb, and leaned in to pull Satoru’s bottom lip into his mouth. Satoru moaned in response and quickly stepped past the threshold of the house, taking too long to take his shoes off for Suguru. 

He dragged Satoru to his bedroom, pushing him up against the door, kissing him so desperately, so needily. Both of them were moaning pathetic little whines into each other's mouths, dry humping each other until they were both naked on the bed. Satoru kept pushing his needy cock into Suguru’s thigh, getting it wet with his precum. 

“Sit on my face,” Suguru said, tapping his arm to get him up as he settled back

“How will you breathe?” Satoru looked so cute; the concerned gleam on his face was charming, but Suguru didn’t care. 

“I don’t care,” Suguru said, pulling Satoru closer. Satoru hovered over Suguru’s face, taking a slow seat, his ass spreading across Suguru’s face. Satoru was facing Suguru’s stomach, and Suguru’s goal was to get his baby to cum all over him from just eating his ass.

Suguru stuck his tongue out and held Satoru’s hips, moving slowly up and down so Satoru rode and bounced on Suguru’s large nose. Suguru heard Satoru’s muffled moans through the pillow, happy to have a second to catch his breath with every bounce Satoru was naturally making. Suguru couldn't care less if he passed out with Satoru on top of his face; that would be so perfect. He was moaning, understanding Satoru, licking up everything, doing his best to fuck into Satoru with his nose and tongue. He moved his hand to start playing with Satoru’s pathetic cock, spreading the precum around. 

Luckily for him, his baby is a needy, greedy, cum slut, who spat a glob of saliva into Suguru’s hand that was jerking Satoru off. It added enough moisture to go up and down on Satoru’s cock with his hand, every time Satoru thrust into it. Satoru was moving his hips quickly and uncontrollably; Suguru knew he was close. Suguru kept up what he was doing, losing more and more air, while Satoru squeezed his legs tightly around his head

“Daddy!” Satoru moaned; that was all Suguru needed. He felt his cum shoot out onto his stomach at the same time as Satoru’s warm liquid covered his hand and stomach as well. 

Everything went black for a brief second; he felt light taps on his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see Satoru’s angel face. 

“Are you an angel?” Suguru smiled and pulled Satoru in for a kiss, but he quickly pulled away. 

“We are never doing that again; you scared me.” Satoru frowned, leaning in to kiss Suguru’s frown on his face. 

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and I didn’t even touch myself.” Suguru propped himself up, seeing the cum that was all over his stomach. He looked over to Satoru, who was looking at their mixed cum as well; they glanced at each other, then at the cum, then at each other. “Well?” Suguru asked, raising his eyebrows. 

Satoru quickly leaned down, licking all over Suguru’s abs, taking the cum into his mouth, then moving up to Suguru's lips; Suguru promptly opened his mouth, entangling his tongue with Satoru’s. Suguru moaned and pushed Satoru’s face deeper into his, loving the way their cum tasted on their tongues. 

He was in way too deep. 

“Deeper,” Satoru begged, grabbing his neck and looking up at him with those perfect, needy eyes. His baby was so greedy; he leaned down and kissed Satoru softly. 

“How is this, Satoru?” Suguru changed his stroke, rolling into Satoru with each thrust. Satoru only rolled his eyes back in his head, panting like a whore. He was mumbling words Suguru couldn’t make out; he just watched the way Satoru looked so pretty when he was getting fucked the way he should. Suguru’s heart was beating so fast, and not from the way he was exerting his body, but from the way Satoru would look up at him, or call out his name, or pull him in closer so their bodies were closer. 

It was the way Satoru wanted water from Suguru’s mouth again, swearing that it tasted better from his mouth. Suguru even crushed ice in his mouth and kissed it into Satoru’s mouth to help cool him down. His pale cheeks were still stained red from how hot the room had gotten with their moving bodies. There was something about Satoru that made Suguru feel the need to take care of him, hold him close to his chest, kiss his forehead, and feed him candy because that’s all Satoru asked for after being pounded into the bed for the past five hours. 

“Satoru,” Suguru said, “we can’t do this again,” he said seriously; this was crossing the line.

“Yeah, yeah.” Satoru rolled his eyes, tightening his grip around Suguru’s neck. He opened his mouth, prompting Suguru to put another sour straw into his mouth. Suguru did as he was told, wiping away the sugar crumbs from his lips, not caring that it would get into the bed they had already made a mess of. “Same time next week?” Satoru moved his hips just right, and Suguru shut up and enjoyed it. In the privacy of his own perversions. 

Suguru turned off all the lights, hoping they would go to bed, since it was already almost 5am, but the small kisses grew sloppier, deeper. Satoru’s cute voice was saying all the right things, begging Suguru to fuck him softly into the mattress. Suguru wanted to do just that; he wanted to take his time in that sweet hole, loving the way Satoru tried to clench tighter every time Suguru pulled all the way out, only to slam right back inside that perfect hole of Satoru. They made out the entire time; Suguru fucked into him. 

“You fuck me so good,” Satoru cried, real tears streaming down his face. Suguru leaned down, licking his cheek of the salty teers, taking his cheek into his mouth while still softly pumping inside him. 

“I’ll fuck you forever.” Suguru could mean it. 

“Please, Suguru.” Satoru clenched him tight, squeezing his legs so tight that Suguru couldn’t pull out as far anymore; he didn’t mind. He held Satoru’s head close to his, rubbing his nose against his, taking in his swollen lips.

“You feel so good,” Suguru moaned into Satoru’s mouth, knowing that he hadn’t had sex this good his entire life. He would be fucking crazy to let this go, to let Satoru go, but it would be cruel to damn Satoru to a life with someone like himself.

“Suguru,” Satoru pushed his face up. “You’re so pretty.” his hand lowered to his peck, to his back, his face scrunching up the way it does when he’s about to cum. 

“Let it out, Satoru,” Suguru purred, keeping his pace steady, not wanting to ruin the moment for Satoru. 

“Suguru, Suguru,” Satoru whined, tears still falling out of his eyes. 

“Satoru,” Suguru moaned; they came again at the same time. Suguru fell on top of him, not wanting to move for fear that Satoru would try to get up. 

“I have to go.” Satoru patted his back softly, all too quickly after they spent the past 8 hours having sex. Suguru was going to regret it and debated whether he should call out of work. 

“Stay,” Suguru said before thinking about it. 

“I would, but I have an early class tomorrow. I’m so close to graduating. I can’t skip it…” he moved up from the bed, pursing his lips, looking awkwardly at the floor. There was something odd between them again that happens after they fuck. 

“Good luck,” Suguru responded, knowing that Satoru needed to get through this week; it was a big moment for him, and here he was being an awful distraction. 

“Can I see you…Never mind.” Satoru turned away, bending down to pick up his clothes, but not taking off Suguru’s shirt that had their cum on it. Come to think of it, Satoru hasn’t given him back the other one. 

“I’ll see you at your final,” Suguru said, mentally palming his face. 

“Really?” Satoru’s eyes went wide. “Oh god, you’re really going to want to stop seeing me then.” Satoru laughed, pulling up his jeans. Ruffling up his hair to look semi-normal. 

“Not possible.” Suguru walked over, pulled Satoru in by the hips, and planted another kiss on his lips. They quickly got heated all over again; Suguru had to be the brave one and put an end to it. “Are we okay? If this is too much, or you feel pressured to do anything just for your career, please tell me.” Suguru finally said it out loud. 

Satoru's eyes went wide. “No, no! I mean, I want nothing more than to have your job… that came out wrong, but you know what I mean. Now it feels wrong to ask you for any kind of help.” he looked down at the floor, pouting. Suguru pulled him in closer. 

“I would’ve helped you without all of this. I probably would’ve been able to give you a job at my company, but now…” Suguru chewed on the inside of his cheek, knowing he couldn’t cross that ethical line. 

“I know, and I can get to the top without fucking my way there; just watch.” Satoru winked at him, then yawned. Suguru wrapped his arms around Satoru, cradling his head. 

“Sleep here for a little bit, then go.” Suguru felt so pathetic, practically begging him to stay over. 

“I can’t; the last all-nighter of my college career, it was worth it.” Satoru kissed him on the cheek, then pulled away and headed for the door. Suguru felt so clingy, wanting to offer Satoru help with his project, or even bring him lunch to campus, but he held those offers back. He watched Satoru drive away from his house, just as the sun climbed higher in the sky. 

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Suguru was thankful that he and Satoru were talking a bit more, seeing each other for lunch through the week and sending text messages to one another, which would get a little rated here and there. He had given up on trying to let Satoru go; this feeling was too good to let go of. 

The day was finally here, when Satoru would be one of the presenters for his final project for his degree. Acting as a creative director for a fake campaign to help a brand’s specific need. Suguru flipped through the pamphlet, scanning the different teams and skimming the pages until he found the name he was looking for. 

Gojo Satoru. 

He smiled at the picture of Satoru, who looked much younger than he does now. It seemed their brand was a laundry detergent brand, and their ask was to launch a campaign that would expand brand awareness among Gen Z and push them to practice environmentally safe laundry practices. Suguru found his peers, fellow industry professionals who come to these showcases to scout potential talent, which is why Suguru should be here, and not see his 22-year-old whatever Satoru is to him. 

“Suguru,” he turned, facing Yaga, who got his attention. “You’re not here to distract one of my students, are you?” he frowned at his friend.

“No, here for moral support,” Suguru answered honestly, even though he hasn’t told Yaga he hasn’t ended it yet. 

“Did you, you know?” Yaga asked. 

“Uh,” Suguru looked around awkwardly. 

“You think you could talk to him? Soften him up a bit; he’s so tense. I’ve never seen Gojo so quiet; it’s concerning. How bad did you break his heart?” Yaga laughed awkwardly at the end. Suguru looked around, trying to spot that stark white hair. 

“I didn’t end it.” Suguru hissed; Yaga’s eyes went wide. 

“You need help,” he said, shaking his head. “Will you go find him? Sadly, I think you can talk him down.” Yaga walked away, motioning for Suguru to follow him. They walked through the conference halls, lined with auditoriums where he should have been sitting. Instead, he was searching for a beautiful student who wasn’t acting like himself. 

Suguru walked up to the group, greeting the students and trying to get Satoru’s attention subtly without making it too obvious, but Satoru just looked at the ground, mumbling to himself. They made eye contact for a brief second, and Satoru angrily walked off from the group. Suguru didn’t even excuse himself; he just followed Suguru down the hallways. Following him up the stairs to the other floor, all the way into a private bathroom. 

“Satoru?” Suguru called out his name, walking into the small bathroom that he left open.

“I can’t do this, oh my god,” Satoru said, getting on his knees in front of the toilet. Suguru squatted down and held him close. 

“Yes, you can,” Suguru assured him, although he wasn’t sure what was making Satoru so nervous; he didn’t seem like the type of guy who would be afraid of public speaking. 

“I hate presentations, and this is the biggest one of my life.” Satoru took a deep breath, then another, doing his best to calm himself down. 

“You’ve made it this far; this is no different than any other pitch,” Suguru said. 

“I throw up before every pitch; no one sees it. I thought I would be better by now, but I just feel awful.” Satoru leaned into Suguru’s arms. 

“Oh, Satoru.” Suguru rubbed his back softly, wishing he could take all his fears away. 

“That story of me running out of a pitch wasn’t because I was hungover; I don’t even drink like that. It’s because it’s my least favorite part of this job.” Satoru shook his head. “Everyone is riding on me for their grade; Yaga has been stressing how important this is for the program's future funding,” Satoru groaned loudly, just resting his forehead on Suguru’s shoulder. 

“No one, not even yourself, should be putting this much pressure on you.’ Suguru held him tighter. “You worked on this campaign for years, and while every pitch you give in the real world has stakes, there's real money on the line; you get used to it. You’re a human, sharing your art with companies who will make way more money than they will ever pay you for. Truly, none of this matters. Did you have fun doing it?” Suguru asked. Satoru pulled back, his face red from crying. 

“Yes,” he said, nodding slowly. 

“That’s all that matters. You know everything there is to know about this brand, and you are passionate about your work. Speak from your heart, and don’t worry about the graders. Just look at me the entire time. If you mess up, I’ll stand up and start screaming; I’ll cause a scene.” Suguru promised, knowing he would do all of that for Satoru if it really got to that. He had nothing to lose either. 

“You would do that for me?” Satoru cried a little harder, going back into Suguru's shoulder. 

“Yes, I would, Satoru.” Suguru was honest with him; there was no use in hiding the obvious. 

Satoru pulled back, looking at him with wide eyes. “Okay then, I fuck up, you’re standing up in the middle of the room, and saying you shit yourself or something.” Satoru wiped away at his eyes. 

“Deal,” Suguru laughed, holding out his hand so they could shake on it. Suguru helped clean Satoru up, wiping away at his face, and holding the tissue at his nose so he could blow into it. 

Satoru started the presentation, looking only at Suguru, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up as he spoke. Yaga nudged his arm, but he ignored it. He was doing him the favor by calming his student down, so he didn’t ruin a presentation with far more stakes than Yaga had communicated. Satoru got more comfortable, moving around the stage, using his hands to emphasize certain words, and interacting with the crowd.

Overall, Suguru was blown away by the work Satoru created; his graphics and campaign slogans were things Suguru would never have thought of himself. Looking at the way Satoru used color theory to make the bland brand colors stand out with vibrancy–using valid research on how younger demographics respond well to bold colors- tied a neat bow on his bold choice to push the brand to take a risk. 

By the end of the presentation, Yaga and Suguru were talking alone outside, waiting for his students. Suguru had to sing his praises as a great teacher, setting all his students up for success. 

“I don’t know what you told him, but thank you.” Yaga mumbled, “Is that going to be a thing now? Is he going to come to game night?” Yaga looked defeated, 

“I would like him to come to game night, yes.” Suguru smiled, knowing he'd told Yaga everything. Now that Satoru was done with all his classes and graduating soon, Suguru was going to formally court him. Hopefully making him his boyfriend in the future. 

“Yaga!” his students burst out of the building, circling around his best friend. He stepped back, watching his students jump and pat his back, excited that they got the best presentation of the evening. Suguru’s eyes quickly went to Satoru, watching his face shift from before. The two of them made eye contact; his face went red, he bowed his head, and made his way over to Suguru. 

“What did you think?” Satoru looked so cute, wanting Suguru’s approval so badly. 

“You were phenomenal; you are going to be even better than me, Gojo Satoru.” Suguru fought back the urge to pull him in for a kiss. Satoru’s eyes lit up; a huge smile spread across his face. “I have some people you can get in contact with.” Suguru offered. Satoru waved his hand. 

“No need; I was offered a full-time position at Dentsu this week.” Satoru laughed, and Suguru laughed in response at how worked up Satoru gets. 

“Well then, we should celebrate. Are you free this evening? Could I give you a ride home?” Suguru held out his hand. Satoru’s eyes went wide; he looked to the side and saw Yaga watching them both. “He knows,” Suguru whispered. 

“No wonder he was acting like that all week.” Satoru shook his head and put his hand into Suguru's. “I want ice cream.” Satoru smiled, swinging their hands as they walked over to his car. 

“Real food first,” Suguru said. 

“Cake first, then sushi!” Satoru jumped up and down. 

“Satoru,” Suguru warned. 

“Okay, fine, mochi, then a nice big steak.” Satoru compromised, and that was enough for Suguru to give him everything he wanted on his big special day.