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Of all the people to get together, no one thought it would be Sukuna and Gojo. They both had a big ego and hated being wrong, among other clear issues. When they first met, as a matter of fact, they hated each other. Gojo was too cocky for his own good, still was, and Sukuna was the King of Curses, and still was. No one knew how so little change between the two could result in something akin to a relationship. It was strange. It almost didn’t feel like a relationship sometimes; they acted like rivals, for good reason. At the same time it wasn’t just a friend (or enemies) with benefits. There was something more there. A deeply rooted passion. A love for one another. A desire.
Gojo pushed Sukuna back against the door to his room, reaching down, as he leaned in, to lock the door. Their lips pressed together and Gojo could feel Sukuna smiling into the kiss as if he won something like the cheeky bastard he was. Hands slithered up Sukuna's thighs and waist, perfect nails scraping the skin lightly through the fabric until they stopped to gently caress the junction between Sukuna's shoulders and throat.
Sukuna's own hands rose to rest one on Gojo's shoulder and the other in that stark white hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, tilting their heads further. The curse's entire body tingled, his stomach twisting up and closing in on his heart in a way he didn't quite understand. He doesn’t think he ever will. When Gojo breaks the kiss he could feel the light puffs of breath hitting his lips, just centimeters apart from his own.
Sukuna lazily rested his arms over Gojo's shoulders, instinctively pressing closer when the sorcerer's hands slipped into his yukata to caress bare skin. If he didn't know any better he would say those sly fingers were tracing around the markings on his chest. The curse looked up with hooded eyes to grin at those black glasses on the other's face, crystal blue eyes barely visible behind them. "Long day?" He purred out, stroking one clawed finger down Gojo's jawline. He could practically see the eye roll through the glasses.
"It's hard looking after students," Gojo responded, pushing the yukata off of the curse's shoulders so that it rests at his elbows and reach behind him to undo the obi, making sure his hands never stopped contact as he moved.
Sukuna scoffed, taking off Gojo's glasses to see those wonderfully blue eyes and moving his hands down to begin unbuttoning his jacket, "I don't think running around and watching from the sidelines until they fuck up is 'looking after'."
"You're one to talk. You'd probably let a curse kill them," Gojo chuckled, tossing the obi belt to the side somewhere.
"Yeah, well, they're annoying brats. Lucky I don’t do it myself," Sukuna said as Gojo slipped his jacket off completely.
"But darling, aren't I annoying?" Gojo said, moving so that their lips brushed, watching as all four of Sukuna's eyes narrowed in on him. He smiled as the curse let out a breath, mumbling, "You're god awful," before claiming his mouth again, intense and full of hunger, their teeth barely missing clacking against each other.
Gojo pushed off the yukata entirely, the clothing pooling at their feet, Sukuna's hands going to his pants just after, not even bothering to try unbuttoning them, trying to tug them down. A small break in the kiss and pants and underwear thrown to the side later, the two were bare chest to chest. Their tongues pressed together, a light moan reverberating between the two. Both of them felt unbelievably hot, and the closer Gojo pressed himself against Sukuna, the more the King of Curses could feel his knees giving out, not that he would admit it.
Gojo bites Sukuna's bottom lip as he pulls away, teeth scraping enough to draw blood. He ducks his head lower, pressing his warm tongue against the curses neck, kissing that same spot before scraping his teeth over it. He kisses from his nape up to his jaw, never quite biting down. Sukuna sighs, nails pressed into the skin of Gojo's shoulders. Gojo presses a light kiss to the curse's lips before moving to the other side of his neck and working his way down. At his nape he sucks down, relishing the inhale the action caused.
"A bit gentle aren't we?" Sukuna chortles. It's a tease, almost an unspoken demand. Gojo knows exactly what he means.
The sorcerer complies, biting down hard and slithering one hand up Sukuna's body to grasp at his throat, tightening until he can feel a swallowed breath stop halfway.
"Much better," Sukuna says out in a short, pleased breath, groaning quietly when Gojo moves up, teeth sinking into his pulse point. The curse's nails pressed into the open flesh of Gojo's shoulder, deep enough for pinpricks of blood to well up underneath them. His eyes flutter when his grip doesn’t let up and Gojo’s other hand reaches behind him to grasp at his ass. A stuttering hum flitted through Sukuna’s throat with what air he had, hand hooking around the wrist of the hand on his throat, squeezing hard. A pause and then Gojo was gripping down harder, to the point it was beginning to truly hurt. The sorcerer grinned against the curse’s skin as Sukuna groaned, but the noise only escaped as a hardly heard shaking breath. It was beautiful to see the King of Curses like this. Sukuna was practically under his complete control. Despite the hard grip on his wrist, a mild sign that Sukuna was very capable of stopping Gojo in his tracks, in his hazy mind Gojo felt like he was on top of the world, like Sukuna couldn’t stop him from tightening his grip more and staying like this. He doubted curses truly needed to breath, but right now the flush on Sukuna’s face and the thoughts of such sadistic control went straight to his dick.
Even so, he let his hand be pried away from Sukuna’s throat. He hadn’t even noticed he pulled his mouth away until he registered that Sukuna was looking right at him with hooded eyes and little puffs of breath, a tilted smirk on his face as if he had heard every single one of Gojo’s thoughts. Gojo blinked, a wider smile cracking across his face before he pulled Sukuna closer by the chin, sucking away any new air from his lungs. When they broke the kiss, Gojo turned Sukuna around, pressing him even closer to the wall and digging his fingers into the muscle of Sukuna’s hip, dick pressed against his ass.
His heart skipped a beat at the warm chuckle from the other. Sukuna had turned his head to the side, cheek just barely squished against the wall when he looked partially over his shoulder. “You wanna do this right here?” He said with a teasing tone, voice more rough sounding than before, almost scratchy. His breath hitched when he felt Gojo’s fingers trace over his dick, arching into the touch.
“I’m not opposed,” He whispered close. Gojo brought up the hand that was on Sukuna’s hip, rubbing his thumb close to the corner of the curse’s lips. “Maybe I like having you here. Now, open up.” With that said, he pressed three fingers closer to his mouth, watching with glee as Sukuna took them in his mouth without argument. Gojo couldn’t help himself, running the pads of his fingers over the softness of Sukuna’s tongue, pressing them back further and harder until he heard a garbled choke. Sukuna’s body tensed instinctively, but relaxed by his own doing as he let his eyes fall shut, sucking willfully on the digits in his mouth.
Gojo planted a kiss on the back of Sukuna’s neck, latching down hard onto the side and began to leisurely stroke at Sukuna’s dick. Sukuna moaned sweetly against his fingers, just once, as if it was a treat. Gojo pressed his fingers back again, letting out a breathy sound as Sukuna choked again. The pace of his hand on Sukuna’s dick was slow and light, not that Sukuna was complaining. Not that he could say much anyway.
Quickly after Gojo took his fingers back Sukuna barely had time to open his mouth to speak before he was pressing one against his entrance. As soon as that finger was thrust into him his mouth clamped shut almost violently. If not for the heat of the moment, Gojo might have laughed at the sound of his teeth clacking together.
“Getting right to it, huh?” Sukuna said gruffly and Gojo was half surprised he sounded so put together after such a violent reaction. This was Sukuna, however, and he was more than capable of taking what Gojo gave him. And Gojo was more than willing to try and push him to his limits.
After hardly any wait time, Gojo was pressing in a second finger, and soon enough a third. Sukuna hissed in pleasure at the stretching pain, barely being able to suppress a moan as Gojo’s hand jerked at his dick in a circular motion at the same time he stretched his finger apart deep inside of him. With a thud, Sukuna’s forehead hit the wall in front of him, hand forming a fist against the wall as he panted. He could hardly focus on one thing, whether that be the hand so expertly jerking him off, or the three fingers stretching him at a not-easily concealed impatient pace. That fucker was good at multitasking, he would give him that. All he could feel was Gojo; Gojo’s hands, his breath, his body pressed against him. He flooded his senses like a hurricane, and the King of Curses couldn’t find it in himself to care.
Apparently being fucked against the wall wasn’t on the table as much as it seemed like that’s what Gojo was aiming for. Gojo pulled away all at once and was dragging Sukuna to the bed, leaving his mind spinning and trying to catch up. He wouldn’t admit that he was already halfway tripping over his own feet right before Gojo was pushing him down on the bed face first. He moaned into the blankets when the sorcerer sunk into him and placed his palms on the small of Sukuna’s back.
He may have seemed collected on the outside but the curse could hear his heartbeat pounding and could feel heat and want radiating off of him. Sukuna couldn’t exactly tease him for it, not when he was biting down onto the cloth of a blanket to stifle a desperate noise when Gojo gave a testy thrust. He wasn’t going to let him know the effect he had on him, the way Gojo made him drunk off of his mere existence, dizzy already from earlier. His mind wouldn’t stop spinning and blaring at him with desire.
So instead he made a frustrated sound and growled through gritted teeth, “Come on.” Gojo had no problem escalating things earlier so why go so slow now? It was torture.
“I think this is just fine,” Gojo purred with a snap of his hips that had Sukuna groaning and gripping the sheets.
That blue eyed maniac traced one hand up the span of Sukuna’s back, making him shiver at the touch. He hated him so much. And his mind and body betrayed him at that very thought as he reacted with every little caress of his fingers on his skin. He didn’t know whether to call it a blessing or an curse that Gojo at the very least continued to roll his hips into him at a leisurely pace. He wished he could turn around and smack him because he could practically feel him smirking above him. Too bad Gojo was not going to let that happen.
“As a matter of fact I think you’re enjoying this,” Gojo said as if what he said previously wasn’t an entire minute or two ago and if Sukuna wasn’t focused entirely on the hands touching him and the dick inside of him he would have rolled his eyes.
Gojo pressed down further, chest to back with Sukuna, caging him in with his arms and leaning down to catch a kiss. Sukuna lightly bared his fangs in the forming of a smirk and let his eyes fall closed again when their lips met. He let out an airy chuckle when Gojo pulled away, "Careful there, loverboy or else I might think you're enjoying this."
He was met with Gojo's own little mirth filled voice, "Oh? How on earth could I not?."
Sukuna tsked but shut down another complaint when he pressed their lips together once more and Gojo was snaking a hand around to grasp at his throat and turn his head at an angle that was almost painful to deepen the kiss and lick his way into his mouth, pressing their tongues together. He moaned into it and breathed out with want when Gojo pulled away, teeth scraping and pulling at his bottom lip.
As if the sorcerer hadn’t at all been torturously slow for the past god-knows-how-long since getting them to the bed he shifted his hand again to be on the back of Sukuna’s neck and pushed down and pulled out so that he could snap his hips forward hard.
“Fuck!” Sukuna cursed and his body jolted but didn’t have the time to relax as Gojo continued to pound into him, having propped himself up again to give a little more leverage and putting enough pressure on his nape that he shouldn’t have been able to breath at all had they not been on a bed. “Shit- God fucking- Fuck, Satoru,” He moaned and bit down onto his own hand hard enough to taste blood to avoid embarassing himself.
Gojo moaned shakily above him and gave Sukuna a moment of peace of mind before letting go of his neck and shifting forward to grab his wrists and pin them at the sides of his head. The curse under him practically whimpered when he shifted forward. “You should hear yourself right now,” He practically cooed as if Sukuna couldn’t hear himself and was prompting trying to ignore any sound he made and was indeed trying to squirm his wrists out of Gojo’s grip. In fact if either of his hands were close enough Sukuna might just have bit them instead of his own.
Sukuna might have just smothered his own face into the blankets if he could focus enough to do that but all he could process was Gojo being a bastard and the heat that was coiling tight in his abdomen. He clamped his jaw shut to the point he could feel the muscles straining and then gasped as his climax overtook him and flooded his senses, making his bones feel like cotton and his fists ball up into the sheets as he made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
Gojo fucked Sukuna through his high and continued even as his hazy feeling also gave in to include the overstimulating effects of his high washing over him, even as he squirmed underneath him and twisted his wrists further and moaned his name pathetically through slightly parted lips in such a way that finally pushed the sorcerer over the edge and he pushed in as deep as he could and grinded into the curse as he came, groaning unashamedly.
They were both panting now, Gojo’s grip on his wrists letting up but neither of them moving their hands for a good moment until he was pulling out and tiredly rolling on his back beside Sukuna. He turned his head to look at the curse who more or less looked as relaxed as he ever would be in life. No annoyance or scowl or furrowed eyebrows marked his face, although when he finally cracked his eyes open he flashed a lazy smirk his way. Gojo had never felt more enamored with someone and reach out to softly rest his hand against Sukuna’s face in an ironic contrast to everything just minutes prior.
He expected a snarky comment like usual but Sukuna was oddly quiet and closed his eyes again, only leaning into the touch. Gojo felt his heart beat faster and shoved that feeling down as it bubbled to the surface. “So did you enjoy it?” He asked with a grin and Sukuna slapped his hand away.
“Fuck you,” He said but didn’t sound too malicious, making Gojo snicker at him and before he could open his mouth to make a poorly executed joke Sukuna took notice of his mistake and shoved him away by his entire face, pushing him off balance enough for him to slip off the bed entirely and hit the floor with a thud.
“Ow! Christ, Sukuna I didn’t even say anything,” He groaned.
“You had a look,” Sukuna defended and moved up on the bed and lazily pulled a blanket over himself, Gojo long forgotten.
Gojo was back beside him in a moments notice, “It’s rude to ignore the person who just fucked you.”
Sukuna only hummed at him with barely an ounce of acknowledgment, eyes closed in blissful ignorance.
Gojo sighed and gave up just this once with being annoying, slotting himself behind Sukuna and stubbornly wrapping his arms around him with zero help from the curse, closing his own eyes as exhaustion fully crept into his body.
“So you did enjoy it, right?”
“Oh my fucking god, shut up and go to sleep, Satoru.”