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Yuuji stares at his reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror.
His cheeks are flushed red from his shower, and he’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, too—the one where he’s swallowed entirely by the fabric that drapes all the way down to the middle of his thighs, with the collar slipping off his shoulder a little, just like how Gojo-sensei likes it.
Just like how Gojo-sensei likes him.
It’s been about two weeks since their first kiss, and Yuuji still can’t believe it—the fact that he’s now dating Gojo Satoru, the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer.
It’s all so new, to Yuuji at least, and he feels a hot blush bloom in his cheeks, at the incoherent jumble of thoughts currently flowing through his mind. So far, he’s been more than content with just learning the shape, feel, and taste of Gojo’s mouth, as well as the soft, gentle caresses of hands on skin.
But, tonight, it’s different—tonight, Gojo is embarking on a two-week long mission tomorrow, and Yuuji wants to send him off by going a little further.
He dries his hair with the soft plush towels that Gojo likes so much, and flaps his arms absentmindedly through the sleeves of Gojo’s shirt, feeling oddly domestic.
Sensei’s so tall, Yuuji giggles, before heading to his—their—bedroom, to cool-off on the balcony.
He walks over to the sliding door, and freezes in his tracks.
Oh.
Gojo’s there, and he’s leaning against the railing, his handsome face illuminated by the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight.
“Oh? Did you have a nice shower, Yuuji?” Gojo says, his voice smooth and sensual as he turns, and Yuuji blushes.
“Oh—y-yeah,” he says, lamely, inwardly kicking himself for being so nervous. “Um, sorry if I took too long,” he smiles sheepishly.
“You’re fine. I like it when you’re fresh and warm like this.”
Gojo steps away from the railing then and leans into Yuuji’s space, a wry smile stretching across his lips.
“So,” he starts, amusement coloring his tone, before dropping it down to a low whisper. “Are you ready for me?” he teases, his lips pressing against Yuuji’s ear, and Yuuji shivers, giving him a light nod. He doesn’t trust his voice right now to say anything else.
“Well, let’s get to the bed, then,” Gojo smirks, and next thing Yuuji knows, his back is on the mattress, and Gojo’s looming over him, his eyes full of heat and want.
It makes Yuuji feel on edge, and he fidgets, turning his head to the side to escape from that unrelenting blue gaze.
“You’re... staring, sensei,” he murmurs, face blushing hotly, as Gojo continues to watch him silently.
“...I’m just taking it all in,” Gojo finally says, after a while. “You look very cute in my shirt today, Yuuji~”
“It’s…not like you haven’t seen me in this before…” Yuuji mumbles, as Gojo’s fingers brush along his knee.
“I know,” Gojo hums, his fingers trailing higher. “It’s just—seeing you like this, when I’m leaving tomorrow...it really tests my self-control, you know?” He smiles, and places a large, warm hand along the top of Yuuji’s thigh.
“Especially since I get to have all of you tonight.”
Gojo’s voice drops into that deep, sensual tone again, and Yuuji flushes when he feels a hand on his ankle. Gojo caresses upwards, until both his hands are resting against Yuuji’s inner thighs, and, with a gentle slowness, he pushes, until Yuuji’s legs part for him.
“S-Sensei,” Yuuji whimpers, his breath hitching, when Gojo’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of his underwear.
It’s not like they haven’t seen each other naked before—Yuuji now knows the feeling of someone else’s hand and mouth on his cock, but something about Gojo spreading his legs like that—it’s just too much, and he feels overwhelmed.
“Everything okay?” Gojo asks, gently rubbing circles into the skin above Yuuji’s hip bone.
“Y-Yes,” Yuuji stammers, trying to ignore the heat that blooms in his cheeks. He wants to do this, but he can’t stop the fear, the anxiety, that bubbles up in his stomach at the thought of having something—someone—inside him.
“S-Sorry—I’m just...still feeling a little nervous,” he whispers, fully blushing now, as Gojo climbs forward. “...I want to make sensei happy.”
“...Oh,” Gojo sighs, before leaning in, and pressing a chaste kiss to Yuuji’s temple. “Yuuji, you’re so cute.”
“...! I’m—I’m not cute,” Yuuji scoffs, but Gojo chuckles, and begins to pepper kisses all over his face. “H-Hey! Stop—”
“No, no—Yuuji really is cute,” Gojo croons, and Yuuji scrunches his face, trying to turn the other away. “Don’t be nervous—sensei is happy just being with you. Getting to do all of this with you is a bonus,” Gojo smiles.
“Besides—I’m the strongest, and the best at everything, so I promise that I’ll make it good for you,” Gojo smirks. “Okay?”
“...Okay,” Yuuji says, but begins to pout, feeling a wave of irrational jealousy wash over him at the thought of others who have been with Gojo like this.
He knows it’s stupid to feel this way, especially with their age difference—but he can’t help it.
As if able to read his mind, Gojo smiles fondly, and presses their foreheads together. “Yuuji, don’t pout~ You’re really too cute,” Gojo’s voice drops into a gentle, almost shy, whisper. “Out of everyone, I like you the most. So—don’t worry, okay?”
He smiles reassuringly, but Yuuji still pouts a little, before winding his arms around Gojo’s neck to pull him close.
“...I like you the most too,” he confesses, and tilts his face up, cheeks burning as he stares into Gojo’s eyes. “I’m giving you all of my firsts, so...you have to take responsibility for me, okay?”
“Of course,” Gojo chuckles. “Who else would you give them to?”
“...Hmph. Kiss me, then, sensei,” Yuuji murmurs, and then he’s leaning in, meeting Gojo halfway, their lips and tongues sliding against one another enthusiastically. As the kiss deepens, Gojo’s knee presses against his crotch, and Yuuji moans at the contact.
“You always taste so sweet,” Gojo whispers against his mouth, and Yuuji gasps when Gojo palms over his cock, rubbing him through the fabric of his boxers.
“You always sound sweet, too,” he says, before licking into Yuuji’s mouth again.
“S-Sensei,” Yuuji whimpers, when Gojo wraps a hand around his cock, one thumb swiping across the slit and making him shiver with anticipation.
They continue kissing, and Gojo strokes and pumps him until he’s moaning helplessly with need. As their movements grow more desperate, they shed their clothes, until it’s just skin and heat between them.
And then, Gojo pulls away, and reaches for something on the nightstand.
“This part might feel uncomfortable at first, but just bear with me, okay?” he murmurs, as his finger, wet and slick with lube, begins to press against Yuuji’s rim.
“S-Sensei, I don’t—” Yuuji tenses, his entire body going rigid.
“Relax,” Gojo murmurs, his mouth slotting over Yuuji’s once more. At the same time, his finger begins to press in, but Yuuji flinches, turning to cover his face with his arms.
“S-Sorry,” Yuuji whispers, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. He feels so... lame, at not being able to handle this.
“Can you—”
“Don’t worry, Yuuji~ You just need to be loosened up,” Gojo says, and Yuuji blinks, and sighs, as Gojo starts kissing down his body, tongue grazing past his nipples, his navel, his cock, his—
“O-Oh, god,” Yuuji spasms, hips stuttering uncontrollably, as he feels the hot, insistent press of Gojo’s tongue against his hole. “Sensei—n-no, not there—ah—!”
Gojo’s tongue flicks over his rim, before slowly pushing the tip in. He thrusts his tongue inside, and Yuuji gasps, at the sensation of something wet and warm inside of him—it’s too intimate, and he panics, as Gojo’s tongue begins to slide in and out of him slowly.
“W-Wait—”
Gojo’s tongue flexes and curls against his inner walls, and Yuuji bucks his hips uncontrollably, feeling incredibly self-conscious at the sight of Gojo’s head between his legs.
“I’m—ah—wait—sensei—”
Gojo withdraws, but not before pressing a soft kiss to Yuuji’s hole. “You didn’t like it?” he asks, lips shiny with spit, as he sits back and looks at Yuuji with an expression of slight confusion.
“That’s—that’s not it,” Yuuji murmurs, averting his gaze, as Gojo’s hand begins rubbing circles into his thigh. “It—it’s just too much...I just—I’m still nervous, and—” his voice trembles.
He sighs, feeling extremely inadequate at not being able to go further.
“...I’m sorry that we can’t go all the way. I really want to, but I just get overwhelmed, and—”
To his surprise, Gojo only laughs fondly, before leaning down to kiss Yuuji’s nose.
“Oh, my sweet, silly Yuuji—don’t worry. Sensei won’t push you to do something if you don’t want to~”
“...But, what about…” Yuuji blushes, as he glances down at both his and Gojo’s cocks. Even if they can’t go further today, he still wanted to do something, at least.
Maybe I can use my mouth, he thinks, and begins to sit up.
“Do you want to—”
Gojo’s hand splays itself against his chest, keeping him flat against the bed, and Yuuji blinks.
“Sensei?”
“I don’t have to be inside of you—we can do something else, too,” Gojo grins, before hoisting both of Yuuji’s legs up, making sure to rest the backs of his knees over one shoulder.
“Eh?”
“Here—press your thighs together tightly,” Gojo says, and Yuuji flushes, hesitantly shifting his legs, before clenching them together obediently. “Yes, perfect—just like that,” Gojo purrs. “Don’t move them, okay?”
“U-Um...sensei, this is…” Yuuji blushes, as Gojo’s hands dig into the skin of his thighs, prying them apart slightly. “What’s—o-oh!” Yuuji gasps, barely managing to keep his legs still, as he feels Gojo’s cock slide hotly between his inner thighs.
His legs jerk violently, parting on instinct when the heat of Gojo’s length rubs against his balls, but Gojo’s firm grip keeps them together.
“Mmm, keep them pressed together, Yuuji~” Gojo smirks. “You’re strong, I know you can do it~”
“S-Sensei—”
“Yuuji still has a lot to learn about these things~ But don’t worry, sensei will teach you,” Gojo presses a kiss to Yuuji’s knees, and thrusts forward between Yuuji’s legs, setting a slow, torturous rhythm.
“Ah,” Yuuji whimpers, as Gojo’s cock pushes against his skin. It’s dry at first, since his inner thighs cling to Gojo’s length, slowing his pace down.
But, because Gojo is hard, and leaking, it doesn’t take long for Yuuji’s thighs to become slick and damp with his pre-come, and they both moan from the wet, delicious friction, the sounds from Yuuji’s mouth growing increasingly high-pitched as Gojo starts thrusting freely between his trembling thighs.
“O-Oh, s-sensei, that’s—that feels—”
Yuuji’s words break on a desperate mewl, as Gojo increases the pace, their cocks grinding against each other roughly with each forward snap of Gojo’s hips.
“You feel it, Yuuji? You feel my cock sliding against yours?” Gojo groans, under his breath, and Yuuji whines at the friction, the heat, of everything around him. “You’re so warm, so tight here...clenching all around me…”
“S-Sensei,” Yuuji gasps, his legs spasming, as Gojo begins angling his thrusts downwards, increasing the slick, wet noises that sound out from each obscene glide of their cocks against one another. “Ah—please—”
“Please? You like this, Yuuji?” Gojo half-growls, as he increases the speed and force of his thrusts. “Do you want it faster? Harder?”
“Hngh—ah—yes—” Yuuji moans, his legs trembling helplessly as Gojo continues rutting and grinding between his thighs.
It feels so good, and it’s embarrassing, really, how much Yuuji’s into this, despite the fact that there’s nothing inside him—it’s just skin against skin, cock against cock, but it’s good, and filthy, and he can’t help the desperate sounds he’s making at each rough thrust of Gojo’s cock between his thighs.
“Ah,” he sighs, head falling limply onto the mattress, as wave after wave of pleasure rolls down his body. His legs feel so weak, he doesn’t know how much more of this he can take—
“Oh—none of that. Don’t move them apart, remember, Yuuji?” Gojo tuts, and groans, when Yuuji clenches his thighs tightly around his cock.
“Hngh—ah—s-sensei—please, touch me, I’m—”
“About to come, Yuuji?” Gojo says, breathlessly, sliding his knuckles against the underside of Yuuji’s cock, before trailing his fingers down to Yuuji’s taint. “Look at you, falling apart from just my cock between your thighs…just wait till I have you here...”
And then, his finger presses against and into Yuuji’s hole, sinking down to the first knuckle, and Yuuji gasps at the sudden intrusion.
“G-Gojo-sensei?! T-That’s—” Yuuji’s words break off on a moan, as Gojo curls his finger inside, thrusting it in and out gently, making sure to match the rhythm of his cock moving between Yuuji’s thighs.
“Ah, you’re even tighter than I imagined...it’s just one finger, and you’re clinging all around me…so tight, so warm...” Gojo breathes, as his finger sinks further inside, and he thrusts his cock harder and faster, until Yuuji’s breathing turns ragged and he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.
“Remember this, Yuuji—it’ll feel even better, when my cock is inside of you,” Gojo says, voice low and husky, before he pushes in deep and presses, sending a hot, electrifying bolt of pleasure racing up Yuuji’s spine.
“Oh, god—!” Yuuji gasps, his body arching upwards as Gojo does it again.
“Ah—s-sensei—f-feels good,” he cries out, almost sobbing. “There—”
“Oh? So this is Yuuji’s special spot, huh?”
“Ah—s-sensei, I’m—” Yuuji throws his head back, his hands scrambling for something to hold onto, “S-Sensei—c-coming,” he moans, as his orgasm crashes through his body, his vision turning white, and the warm, vice-like clench of his thighs around Gojo’s throbbing cock is what tips Gojo over the edge as well.
“God—Yuuji, so fucking tight around me,” Gojo groans, as he reaches down and wraps a firm hand around both their cocks, milking them both through the aftershocks of their orgasms.
“Mmmn,” Yuuji sighs, as he feels Gojo’s come drip down his thighs, whimpering softly when Gojo slides his legs off his shoulders. Gojo climbs forward, and they kiss again, Yuuji practically melting into it while his body tries to recover from his orgasm.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Gojo murmurs, after a while. “You took my finger so well, at the end~”
“Sensei, that’s not fair,” Yuuji mumbles. “I didn’t—you just...snuck it in,” he pouts cutely.
“Sorry, Yuuji~” Gojo hums, nuzzling against Yuuji’s cheek. “But, you liked it either way, right?”
“...Yeah,” Yuuji flushes. He turns, and presses closer to Gojo’s chest. “Sensei...we should clean, but...can we cuddle first?”
“Yes~ I love when Yuuji gets clingy like this,” Gojo chuckles, as Yuuji wraps his arms around his middle happily.
“...Come back soon, okay, sensei? I’ll miss you,” Yuuji whispers, shyly, and Gojo blinks, before pressing a tender kiss to his temple.
“Anything for you, Yuuji,” Gojo murmurs. “Anything for you.”
(Gojo comes back three days later, much to Yuuji’s joy, and Ijichi’s dismay.)