[ Suguru is so endeared by Yuji's inclination to climb him like a jungle gym, wrapping around him snugly and effortlessly. That's never changed over the years. Mentally, he tracks the downward progress of one of Yuji's hands, and the muscles in his belly inadvertently clench, his cock tenting his boxers noticeably now.
Suguru's laugh is breathier when Yuji leans in for a kiss, and Suguru returns it, smiling against the teenager's mouth. ]
Thank goodness for that.
[ A small nip to Yuji's lower lip. ]
I didn't know you were interested in more than bottoming. You're always so eager to get on your knees for me. [ Suguru certainly won't complain about that. ]
[ Suguru looks so good like this, lounging around in his bed, hair a blanket of silken black behind him as he shifts and lets Yuji look at him. He's beautiful, absolutely stunning, and he almost physically licks his lips as he settles in place, cheeks flushed a nice red.
Even his laugh is nice, and getting to hear it makes Yuji so happy. It's rare, some days, when Suguru is sadder, so he takes all these little memories and keeps them for himself. ]
I like being on my knees for you, and I like when you're in charge.
[ He nuzzles their noses together gently. ]
But I like the idea of taking care of you in this way, too.
[ Yuji treats Suguru with such sweetness that it makes the older sorcerer ache. The moment feels so surreal, reminiscent of high school and a simpler time; Suguru briefly wonders if he's still asleep and dreaming this. His smile is soft and fond as he shifts, half turning to get his arm out from under himself, reaching around to brush the backs of his fingers over Yuji's cheek. ]
Mm, it sounds like another way for you to be a good boy. Makes sense to me.
[ Because Yuji is the best boy, such an eager people-pleaser that whatever is left of Suguru's good sense wishes the teenager would put himself first just once.
Leaning up to close the small gap between them, he steals a brief kiss from Yuji. ]
I think we can make that dream a reality this morning. Up for it?
[ The kiss is delicious, and Yuji sinks into it, chasing the taste of Suguru's mouth and the shape of his touch as he leans lower and lower. He's clearly desperately in love with Suguru and he doesn't even bother to try to hide it, lifting his body up so that the other man can get more comfortable on the bed.
The phantom pain that Suguru suffers from and the awkwardness of only having one arm can make things more difficult, but that's okay. Yuji can handle this, too. ]
I like it when I get to make you feel good.
[ The promise of being allowed, though... Licking his lips, he leans a little closer, pressing into Suguru's body all over again. ]
[ Suguru readjusts under Yuji, not quite settling onto his back or rolling onto his other side; he can reach up and touch Yuji, can brush fingers over bare skin when the teenager presses close again. ]
I do want to.
[ He's curious to see how Yuji will perform. Even if Yuji has never topped before, Suguru has plenty of faith in his tenacity and desire to please. ]
I know you'll do a good job. But you're going to have to get me ready for you first. [ Suguru is definitely out of practice with taking cock. ]
[ It's tempting to just sink back into the bed and curl himself up into the warm bulk of Suguru's chest, to tangle their arms together until there's nothing between them - but he's a boy on a mission now, and Yuji's got his sights set on his dreams becoming a reality, literally. ]
Yeah? Great!
[ Leaning in, he kisses Suguru again before looking around the room. He knows where the lube and everything is now, thanks to the many weekends locked away with his lover, but... ]
[ How is Yuji so adorable, even like this? Fondness warms Suguru's smile without his notice, but then he's taking stock of the room with Yuji, giving it some consideration.
Oh-so practically, he offers, ]
You could prep me on the bed and then fuck me against the wall.
[ It might be a little easier on Suguru's shoulder, too. ]
[ Suguru is happy to return those kisses, lingering in the languid ease of the quiet morning. It's so odd, living without responsibilities, without directing a million people to do so many different things. He finds that he doesn't mind abandoning that part – but he does miss the routine of time with his girls.
That will always sting.
But that's not his focus right now. Now, he's happy to stretch out on his back in the middle of the bed, mess of black hair spilling over the pillows as he combs fingers through his bangs, pushing them out of his face. He spreads his legs, making room for Yuji on the bed and lifting one, bent at the knee and tilting his pelvis up.
Watching Yuji fuss about and grab the lube, towels, all the little things to make this easier, that faint smile hasn't vanished from Suguru's expression yet. ]
[ It's impossible not to be excited when he's getting to do something like this - take care of Suguru, make him feel good, bask in his happy mood for as long as they can. Both of them are going to end up struggling sooner rather than later, with all the grief and trauma they've been through, so any joy they can carve together has to be clung to.
Coming back with the towels, the lube and another pillow for Suguru's hips, just in case, Yuji leans down to kiss that smile, claiming it for himself with a bright little hum. ]
You think I'm cute all the time.
[ Not necessarily true, but most of the time it is. ]
Are you ready? [ And then, uh. ] You'll help, right? I've never...
[ Suguru reaches for the pillow Yuji brings, lifting his hips and tucking it under himself. He can’t help chuckling, a rumble of amusement. ]
Of course I’ll help. But I have faith in your ability to figure things out.
[ Not treating Yuji like he’s dumb! A win.
Suguru reaches for Yuji with a leg, hooking it behind Yuji and tugging him closer. His cock rests half-hard on his belly, obvious interest in its occasional twitch and progressive throbs. His body isn’t the hair-trigger that it used to be as a teenager, so he isn’t immediately worked up at the slightest touch – not to mention some of the latent pain that often twinges through his body unexpectedly, dropping like a wrench to interrupt his pleasure. ]
[ That's his main goal, his main aim, the only thing he cares about right now - ensuring that Suguru has a good time. Even if they don't end up fucking against the wall, he can be content that they shared this, and his glee is obvious as he leans in, nuzzling into his lover and kissing along his jaw gently. ]
I knew that part. You've done it to me enough.
[ His hands rub over Suguru's thighs gently, thumbs pressing into his hip as he gazes at his cock. ]
Then you should be more specific, Yuji. All you asked for was help~
[ Suguru's purr is more of a tease than admonishment as Yuji kisses over his skin, the warm strength of his lover's hands sending sparks dancing through nerve-endings.
He refrains from pointing out that Yuji might be the only person who would call him "hot" these days. Scarred over nearly a quarter of his body, missing an entire limb, truly a husk of what he used to be – but for some reason, Yuji finds that attractive. Mild good fortune? ]
Still your type, hm? [ He reaches up to run fingers through Yuji's cropped hair, nails scratching affectionately behind his ear like adoring praise for a puppy. ]
[ Pouting a little, he nuzzles into the soft skin of Suguru's stomach, careful to dodge around his burns and scars, the little echoes of that Gojo-sensei did to him and his fighting with Okkotsu-senpai. Yuji doesn't want him to be feeling any kind of pain right now, and that means he's going to be careful enough.
Kissing at his hip, almost getting lost in the desire to sink his mouth down over Suguru's cock, he stops himself and rests his chin on him instead. ]
[ Suguru likes to think he doesn't have much ego left to tarnish, and yet Yuji is catering to it just the same, avoiding the gnarled scars and pitted skin that cover so much of Suguru's upper body. The scars extend down his hip but not further than his thigh, but they're easy to avoid once Yuji gets to his belly.
He keeps stroking Yuji's hair, weary eyes watching as Yuji kisses and nuzzles with an undeniable fondness. ]
Evil cult leaders with missing limbs? Tsk tsk, Yuji; that's the kind of type that will get you in trouble.
[ Yuji can't help himself, the way he wants to devour the skin here, to keep kissing and touching Suguru until he's falling apart from his desire - but he resists the urge, settling between his lover's legs instead, thumbs rubbing at his thighs absently.
He's warm, and handsome, and even if Suguru doesn't think he's worth much, Yuji is desperately, painfully in love with him. ]
[ Deep trouble. But Suguru is a selfish creature, and husk he may be, he's not going to cast Yuji out. He'll take this comfort and this moment with this teenager, because what else does he have?
As Yuji reaches for the lube, Suguru arches his spine, tilting his hips up to give Yuji all the access he needs. Hand abandoning Yuji's hair to slide down, Suguru briefly strokes his own cock before dipping lower and cradling his balls, lifting them out of the way to show himself off for Yuji. Something they never got to experience together in high school, so someone else was Suguru's first this way, even if Yuji had so many others. ]
Be a little extra generous with the lube, if you don't mind. It's been a while for me. [ Like, years, maybe? ]
As much as you need and like. Tell me if you think you want more.
[ Tucking himself against Suguru’s body, letting his legs spread open, Yuji lets his fingers slip down and start to explore between the other man’s legs. He’s done this to himself, and he’s had Suguru do it to him before, so he has a good idea, but…
He’s going to be careful with it all the same.
Slowly, using as much lube as he dares, he begins to press his finger into Suguru, biting his lip and focussing with all his concentration. ]
[ The first finger is easy. Suguru has more than enough experience to know how to relax, and with the healthy helping of lube, Yuji's digit sinks smoothly inside the snug heat of Suguru's ass. A pleased sound rumbles in Suguru's chest, eyes closing and head tipping back as he adjusts. It's not a strain, not really, but it feels unfamiliar after so long. ]
[ He pouts up at Suguru, crooking his finger just a little bit. He’s a little nervous, there’s no denying that, but he’s also desperate to please and keen to do well, heart in his throat. ]
It’s my first time doing this, so I want to take my time a little bit.
[ Suguru's hips lift slightly with that curl of Yuji's finger, neatly grazing over his prostate without focusing on it yet. He chuckles faintly, reaching out with his only hand to run through Yuji's hair again. ]
Fine, fine, don't let me rush you.
[ It's sweet that Yuji wants to take his time, even if it seems counterintuitive to show a man like Suguru gentleness. ]
[ Smiling, fond and happy, Yuji lets his fingers move a little more, explorative and interested, to see how Suguru reacts. All the same, it doesn't take too long for him to slide another finger into Suguru, curving it up and watching with wide, lusting eyes. ]
[ For all his deception and masks, Suguru doesn't put on a performance for Yuji here. He just woke up, and he's content in the comfortable familiarity of being with Yuji. He doesn't restrain himself, but he also doesn't moan loudly or emphasize his reactions to the careful exploration of Yuji's fingers.
If Yuji wants Suguru to fall apart, he gets to earn it.
No wincing with the second finger, no tensing or hisses of pain; it sinks into Suguru’s snug heat, muscles stretching to accommodate Yuji’s touch. Suguru hums low in his throat, approving. ]
That’s g— nngh—
[ Suguru intends to give Yuji a little positive feedback, some assurance that he isn’t hurting Suguru or anything, but the curl of Yuji’s fingers cuts him short. His only hand grabs at the sheets, twisting in fabric as he gasps, arching to chase Yuji’s touch. ]
There. [ Suguru is almost breathless now. ]
Do that again. [ His words sound an awful lot like an order instead of a request, but oh well. ]
[ Yuji's eyes widen as he watches Suguru, seeing the way he reacts. He's a novice at this, but being able to inspire such a wonderful and exciting noise out of this man, especially this first time... It makes his cheeks flare a brighter red, and he licks his lips as he leans a little closer, addicted to the noises his partner is making.
He's perfect. He's beautiful, even with his scars and losses. Yuji loves him, painfully and desperately, despite everything. In spite of everything, but because of everything, too. The adoration is there, burning and fuelling him, and he doesn't stop, fingers flexing a little. ]
Anything for you, Suguru.
[ He keeps up what he was doing, the curl of his fingers, the movement, even daring to add another to push for more. ]
[ Anything for you. It’s the kind of wholehearted promise that Suguru heard often among his loyal ranks of curse users and the waves of monkeys who came crawling to his shrine for respite from the curses that plagued them. Anything for the man at the heart of the cult. But even if there’s a sense of worship in Yuji’s touch, that love is so much more… intense than the devotion of Suguru’s flock.
It resonates with Suguru on an emotional level he didn’t know still existed in his twisted, withered heart.
The steadiness in Suguru’s breathing vanishes as Yuji fixes his attention on curling and pressing against that delicious bundle of nerves that Suguru nearly forgot could feel so good. Suguru had been determined to remain in control for so long, in all facets of his life, that he'd neglected parts of himself that seemed irrelevant, useless, or simply a liability. Even in the occasional fling over the past decade that Suguru indulged in allowing any vulnerability, he didn't fully relax. He held himself on a choke-chain of restraint, always aloof and removed.
For some reason, that's harder now with Yuji.
Three fingers, and Suguru's lashes flutter as his eyes roll back, as his hips rock with Yuji's exploratory rhythm – not taking or demanding so much as moving with Yuji. ]
Yuji...
[ Suguru's low moan of Yuji's name is softer, hitching with a flicker of the openhearted responses that used to be so natural when it was just the two of them together in school. When things weren't perfect, but at least Suguru remembered what it felt like to be happy. To smile and mean it. ]
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Suguru's laugh is breathier when Yuji leans in for a kiss, and Suguru returns it, smiling against the teenager's mouth. ]
Thank goodness for that.
[ A small nip to Yuji's lower lip. ]
I didn't know you were interested in more than bottoming. You're always so eager to get on your knees for me. [ Suguru certainly won't complain about that. ]
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Even his laugh is nice, and getting to hear it makes Yuji so happy. It's rare, some days, when Suguru is sadder, so he takes all these little memories and keeps them for himself. ]
I like being on my knees for you, and I like when you're in charge.
[ He nuzzles their noses together gently. ]
But I like the idea of taking care of you in this way, too.
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Mm, it sounds like another way for you to be a good boy. Makes sense to me.
[ Because Yuji is the best boy, such an eager people-pleaser that whatever is left of Suguru's good sense wishes the teenager would put himself first just once.
Leaning up to close the small gap between them, he steals a brief kiss from Yuji. ]
I think we can make that dream a reality this morning. Up for it?
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The phantom pain that Suguru suffers from and the awkwardness of only having one arm can make things more difficult, but that's okay. Yuji can handle this, too. ]
I like it when I get to make you feel good.
[ The promise of being allowed, though... Licking his lips, he leans a little closer, pressing into Suguru's body all over again. ]
Do you really want to? I do! I'll be really good.
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I do want to.
[ He's curious to see how Yuji will perform. Even if Yuji has never topped before, Suguru has plenty of faith in his tenacity and desire to please. ]
I know you'll do a good job. But you're going to have to get me ready for you first. [ Suguru is definitely out of practice with taking cock. ]
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Yeah? Great!
[ Leaning in, he kisses Suguru again before looking around the room. He knows where the lube and everything is now, thanks to the many weekends locked away with his lover, but... ]
Do you want me to do it here on the bed?
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Oh-so practically, he offers, ]
You could prep me on the bed and then fuck me against the wall.
[ It might be a little easier on Suguru's shoulder, too. ]
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[ Yuji nuzzles into him, kissing his mouth, his jaw, unable to resist, before he leans back and clambers up to go and get the proper supplies. ]
Get comfortable, okay?
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That will always sting.
But that's not his focus right now. Now, he's happy to stretch out on his back in the middle of the bed, mess of black hair spilling over the pillows as he combs fingers through his bangs, pushing them out of his face. He spreads his legs, making room for Yuji on the bed and lifting one, bent at the knee and tilting his pelvis up.
Watching Yuji fuss about and grab the lube, towels, all the little things to make this easier, that faint smile hasn't vanished from Suguru's expression yet. ]
You're so cute when you get excited.
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Coming back with the towels, the lube and another pillow for Suguru's hips, just in case, Yuji leans down to kiss that smile, claiming it for himself with a bright little hum. ]
You think I'm cute all the time.
[ Not necessarily true, but most of the time it is. ]
Are you ready? [ And then, uh. ] You'll help, right? I've never...
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Of course I’ll help. But I have faith in your ability to figure things out.
[ Not treating Yuji like he’s dumb! A win.
Suguru reaches for Yuji with a leg, hooking it behind Yuji and tugging him closer. His cock rests half-hard on his belly, obvious interest in its occasional twitch and progressive throbs. His body isn’t the hair-trigger that it used to be as a teenager, so he isn’t immediately worked up at the slightest touch – not to mention some of the latent pain that often twinges through his body unexpectedly, dropping like a wrench to interrupt his pleasure. ]
Fingers first.
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[ That's his main goal, his main aim, the only thing he cares about right now - ensuring that Suguru has a good time. Even if they don't end up fucking against the wall, he can be content that they shared this, and his glee is obvious as he leans in, nuzzling into his lover and kissing along his jaw gently. ]
I knew that part. You've done it to me enough.
[ His hands rub over Suguru's thighs gently, thumbs pressing into his hip as he gazes at his cock. ]
You're so hot...
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[ Suguru's purr is more of a tease than admonishment as Yuji kisses over his skin, the warm strength of his lover's hands sending sparks dancing through nerve-endings.
He refrains from pointing out that Yuji might be the only person who would call him "hot" these days. Scarred over nearly a quarter of his body, missing an entire limb, truly a husk of what he used to be – but for some reason, Yuji finds that attractive. Mild good fortune? ]
Still your type, hm? [ He reaches up to run fingers through Yuji's cropped hair, nails scratching affectionately behind his ear like adoring praise for a puppy. ]
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[ Pouting a little, he nuzzles into the soft skin of Suguru's stomach, careful to dodge around his burns and scars, the little echoes of that Gojo-sensei did to him and his fighting with Okkotsu-senpai. Yuji doesn't want him to be feeling any kind of pain right now, and that means he's going to be careful enough.
Kissing at his hip, almost getting lost in the desire to sink his mouth down over Suguru's cock, he stops himself and rests his chin on him instead. ]
Exactly my type. You're incredible.
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He keeps stroking Yuji's hair, weary eyes watching as Yuji kisses and nuzzles with an undeniable fondness. ]
Evil cult leaders with missing limbs? Tsk tsk, Yuji; that's the kind of type that will get you in trouble.
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He's warm, and handsome, and even if Suguru doesn't think he's worth much, Yuji is desperately, painfully in love with him. ]
I'm already in trouble, Suguru.
[ He grabs the lube, getting his fingers ready. ]
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[ Deep trouble. But Suguru is a selfish creature, and husk he may be, he's not going to cast Yuji out. He'll take this comfort and this moment with this teenager, because what else does he have?
As Yuji reaches for the lube, Suguru arches his spine, tilting his hips up to give Yuji all the access he needs. Hand abandoning Yuji's hair to slide down, Suguru briefly strokes his own cock before dipping lower and cradling his balls, lifting them out of the way to show himself off for Yuji. Something they never got to experience together in high school, so someone else was Suguru's first this way, even if Yuji had so many others. ]
Be a little extra generous with the lube, if you don't mind. It's been a while for me. [ Like, years, maybe? ]
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[ Tucking himself against Suguru’s body, letting his legs spread open, Yuji lets his fingers slip down and start to explore between the other man’s legs. He’s done this to himself, and he’s had Suguru do it to him before, so he has a good idea, but…
He’s going to be careful with it all the same.
Slowly, using as much lube as he dares, he begins to press his finger into Suguru, biting his lip and focussing with all his concentration. ]
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You definitely won't break me, Yuji.
[ No need to be too careful, is what he means. ]
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[ He pouts up at Suguru, crooking his finger just a little bit. He’s a little nervous, there’s no denying that, but he’s also desperate to please and keen to do well, heart in his throat. ]
It’s my first time doing this, so I want to take my time a little bit.
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Fine, fine, don't let me rush you.
[ It's sweet that Yuji wants to take his time, even if it seems counterintuitive to show a man like Suguru gentleness. ]
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[ Smiling, fond and happy, Yuji lets his fingers move a little more, explorative and interested, to see how Suguru reacts. All the same, it doesn't take too long for him to slide another finger into Suguru, curving it up and watching with wide, lusting eyes. ]
You look amazing.
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If Yuji wants Suguru to fall apart, he gets to earn it.
No wincing with the second finger, no tensing or hisses of pain; it sinks into Suguru’s snug heat, muscles stretching to accommodate Yuji’s touch. Suguru hums low in his throat, approving. ]
That’s g— nngh—
[ Suguru intends to give Yuji a little positive feedback, some assurance that he isn’t hurting Suguru or anything, but the curl of Yuji’s fingers cuts him short. His only hand grabs at the sheets, twisting in fabric as he gasps, arching to chase Yuji’s touch. ]
There. [ Suguru is almost breathless now. ]
Do that again. [ His words sound an awful lot like an order instead of a request, but oh well. ]
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[ Yuji's eyes widen as he watches Suguru, seeing the way he reacts. He's a novice at this, but being able to inspire such a wonderful and exciting noise out of this man, especially this first time... It makes his cheeks flare a brighter red, and he licks his lips as he leans a little closer, addicted to the noises his partner is making.
He's perfect. He's beautiful, even with his scars and losses. Yuji loves him, painfully and desperately, despite everything. In spite of everything, but because of everything, too. The adoration is there, burning and fuelling him, and he doesn't stop, fingers flexing a little. ]
Anything for you, Suguru.
[ He keeps up what he was doing, the curl of his fingers, the movement, even daring to add another to push for more. ]
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It resonates with Suguru on an emotional level he didn’t know still existed in his twisted, withered heart.
The steadiness in Suguru’s breathing vanishes as Yuji fixes his attention on curling and pressing against that delicious bundle of nerves that Suguru nearly forgot could feel so good. Suguru had been determined to remain in control for so long, in all facets of his life, that he'd neglected parts of himself that seemed irrelevant, useless, or simply a liability. Even in the occasional fling over the past decade that Suguru indulged in allowing any vulnerability, he didn't fully relax. He held himself on a choke-chain of restraint, always aloof and removed.
For some reason, that's harder now with Yuji.
Three fingers, and Suguru's lashes flutter as his eyes roll back, as his hips rock with Yuji's exploratory rhythm – not taking or demanding so much as moving with Yuji. ]
Yuji...
[ Suguru's low moan of Yuji's name is softer, hitching with a flicker of the openhearted responses that used to be so natural when it was just the two of them together in school. When things weren't perfect, but at least Suguru remembered what it felt like to be happy. To smile and mean it. ]
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