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Gojo’s groans were swallowed by the sheets that his face was buried in. His shoulders were dragged up and down the bed in time with Toji’s thrusts and he gasped and moaned around his own blindfold that had been shoved into his mouth. He curled his hands into tight fists at the base of his spine, pinned in place by the handcuffs that bit a little too tightly into his skin.
“You sound so much better when I can’t hear you,” Toji mocked. Gojo groaned low, long, and hard, the corners of his lips curled up into a stifled smirk, and he clenched the muscles of his ass around the cock that pounded into him. He was sure there were going to be bruises on the backs of his thighs and the very idea of it only made his cock leak several drops of pre into the sheets.
Toji’s hands pinched Gojo’s waist, pulled him back into each harsh snap of his hips that rocked Gojo’s entire frame from top to bottom, and dragged the feeling of tears behind his eyes. Toji was relentless with his thrusts, and Gojo was helpless to do anything but take it, his whines muffled in his mouth.
“Still noisy?”
He nodded his head with another muted noise, a faint chuckle echoing in the back of his throat. He could hear the annoyance in Toji’s voice and he wanted to drag the man into oblivion with him.
Gojo blinked, and suddenly his head was being yanked back by the collar wrapped snugly around his throat. He choked on a gulp of air and felt the collar pull harder against the straining muscles of his neck.
“That’s better,” Toji purred, his breath hot against the shell of his ear. Gojo struggled on a slurred noise. He could imagine the view that he was putting on for the older man; spread out on the bed beneath him, wrists bound by handcuffs behind him, ass up, thighs trembling, his mouth stuffed full, fingerprint bruises decorating his skin from where Toji had grabbed him a little too hard, and a collar settled around his neck, attached to a leash that was wrapped thrice around Toji’s hands.
The image he painted in his own mind made Gojo ache and he wondered if he’d ever committed such an act for anybody else before, if he ever would let somebody else have him in such a compromising and vulnerable position again.
No, he wouldn’t.
Only Toji would have the honour.
That was the conclusion he came to as small black dots started to colour the corners of his vision. He struggled for another breath. His entire body tensed as he tried to grasp for air whilst Toji’s cock dragged achingly slow inside of him as he tightened and spasmed around him.
“Fuck, kid,” Toji mumbled, and Gojo nodded with a handful of fuzzy thoughts. There was a blanket of white noise covering his mind. His nerves were constantly being worked over and he scrabbled his fingers uselessly for any kind of purchase he would never get, his world slowly turning dark with each extra second that he was denied the simple relief of oxygen.
His head dropped back onto the bed, hands landed on either side of his face. Gojo wheezed around the makeshift gag, huffing desperate breaths in through his nose that Toji was intent on fucking out of him just as quickly. He whined loudly in the back of his throat, and his fingers finally found something in the form of the firm muscles of Toji’s stomach, leaving behind soft trails of pink across the skin.
Toji chuckled lowly in his ear and Gojo gasped as teeth traced over his racing pulse point. Each snap of Toji’s hips shoved Gojo’s neck against those teeth, dug pressure into his muscles and made him silently beg to please, just please, bite him already, do it, come on, Toji, do it, bite him.
Everything felt electric and drawn to that one point. It was seared into him with each thrust that almost had those teeth biting into him, with each grunt that echoed quietly in Gojo’s ear, and with each knock of the bed against the wall.
Gojo was nothing but a slurred mess of noises. His knees slowly slid further and further out from underneath him, and his mental mantra of more, more, more, slowly slipped into the back of his throat in staggered grunts. Toji fisted one hand harshly into his hair and Gojo whined as his head was lifted up and those teeth dug small indents into his shoulder, “Is this what you want, you little whore?” Gojo nodded, fresh tears squeezed out between long lashes as Toji sucked a deep bruise into the area. “How badly,” he snapped his hips forward and rocked Gojo into his teeth, “do you want it?”
Gojo whined as loud as he could. He spluttered on noises, desperate to feel that itch of pain race underneath his skin. It was right there, hanging just out of reach, and his body ached for it. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs, neglected and full, waiting for one final push to drag him under that sweeping tide of pleasure.
“That badly huh?”
Gojo nodded wretchedly. He clenched hard around Toji’s cock, tried to put some weight onto his knees so that he could rock back against him, and sought those eyes out with his own pleading blue.
Teeth sunk into his shoulder. Pain exploded in his muscles and Gojo whimpered. His entire body trembled as he came, his vision whiting out, and the shock of the sudden orgasm knocked plenty of breaths from his lungs until he forgot how to breathe.
It took him forever to remember what it was like to drag air into his lungs and it left him dizzy for several long seconds. In those few seconds, Gojo missed Toji pulling out and rolling him onto his back. It wasn’t until he blinked at the new strain in his shoulders and blinked up at the ceiling that he realised he was staring up at the single ceiling light that lit up their room. He darted his eyes down and was met by the view of his knees. Gojo made a noise as Toji loomed over him, his hands hooked underneath Gojo’s knees, pressing them to his chest until his ass was coming off the bed.
Toji leered down at him, eyes dark, and lips twisted into a wide, hungry smirk. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Gojo’s eyes lit up and he wriggled on the spot, raised his brows at the older man, and grinned around the makeshift gag still stuffed in his mouth. Toji put more weight onto Gojo’s knees, bent him further in half until it almost hurt , and suddenly he was thrusting back into Gojo’s slick hole without any care in the world. He seated himself fully inside of him, shuffled his knees up the bed until they nudged the underside of Gojo’s hips, and he crowded over him, forcing his legs over Toji’s shoulders.
“Let’s see if the great Gojo Satoru can manage this.”
He had words on the tip of his tongue, tried his best to mumble them through the gag, but he let the curl of his lips speak for him. He wasn’t the great Gojo Satoru for no reason. He could take anything Toji could give him.
“We’ll see about that,” Toji warned, reading his mind. He grabbed the leash, hooked it over the bars on the headboard, and pulled. He jerked Gojo’s head back and narrowed his airways in the same motion. Gojo gasped and groaned, his shoulders arching up off the bed as he tried to swallow down some air.
Toji’s mouth was on his throat and his teeth sank into his muscles. Gojo groaned, eyes hooding over and his body quaking as Toji thrusted forward. He nailed his prostate, lit up every sensitive nerve and made Gojo’s head spin at the overwhelming sensations that danced through him.
And Toji fucked him harder than before.
Or maybe it was Gojo's tender muscles that made everything feel more . He felt more full, more strained, more worked open, more everything, and it punched a painful slew of noises from his throat. He could barely keep his eyes open, and the longer Toji fucked him the more feeling he lost in his hands, trapped beneath his body with his fingers screwed tightly into the sheets.
He came a second time, with his throat almost closed off and Toji’s teeth leaving another brand on the underside of his chin. He came with Toji still fucking him, rocking the bed hard enough to crack the plaster in the wall and leave indents of the posts behind. He came without his own cock being touched and his throat burning from all of the noises he couldn’t control any longer.
Toji didn’t stop.
And Gojo almost blacked out as Toji adjusted his angle and hit that one spot that drove every single one of Gojo’s senses wild. He almost blacked out as Toji worked on bruising him from the inside out, and burying himself in the furthest reaches that would never fade.
His cock hurt. His stomach was decorated in a mixture of dry, drying, and still wet cum, and his cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes burning with every blink. His throat hurt, and his mouth was dry, and Toji didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop until Gojo couldn’t make a single noise, and he didn’t stop until Gojo lay limp, the painful overstimulation part of this entire adventure having wiped his mind of all thoughts except for how he was nothing but a hole for Toji to use.
He barely stuttered a word as Toji finally came, his hot, wet seed filling up his ass. It was almost soothing against the burning strain his muscles had gone twelve rounds through, and Gojo barely moved as Toji pulled out, his hands pressed to the back of Gojo’s knees, keeping him folded in half.
“Now there’s a look that suits you just right.”
Gojo slowly focused his attention on the older man, his body sore and protesting the multitude of bites he could feel settling into the depths of his muscles. He tried to lift the corners of his lips up into an undefeated smirk but he couldn’t. He barely had the strength to keep his eyes open.
Toji gave him some relief when he let go of the leash and yanked the blindfold from his mouth, dropping it onto the bed next to him. “Were you trying to say something?”
Gojo darted his tongue out, desperate to wet dry lips, and he cleared his throat with a body rattling cough. “Is that-” he started. He didn’t recognise the voice that sounded as though it had been dragged over coals and he groaned, the vibrations alone sending a new wave of pain sweeping through him. He let a chuckle roll through him and cracked his lips into a tight smile as he met curious green eyes, “Is that all you’ve got?” He watched those brows draw into a deep furrow and Gojo couldn’t help his pained laugh, “I’m not- I’m not impressed.”
A growl reverberated through the room and Gojo hated the way his cock twitched at the noise.
Toji released his knees, let them drop onto the bed on either side of him, and slowly crawled over Gojo’s form, his face a dark, unreadable mask. “Not impressed?” He lifted a hand up to Gojo’s cheek and brushed a thumb over his lip before he pushed it inside. Gojo wasted no time in sucking on it, a new brightness coming to life in his eyes. Toji laughed, “You are going to eat your own words.”
Gojo pulled himself free from Toji’s thumb and grinned, “Can’t wait.”