[ Yuji pushes away the quiet, damning reminder of the fact that other people have done this with Suguru before him, pushing it aside and making himself forget. This is their moment, and he is sharing a tenderness with him that no one else will ever claim - he doesn't want anything more than Suguru, to fuck and be fucked by him.
Who else could ever compare?
Leaning in, gasping and focusing on not coming immediately, he squeezes his eyes shut even more, shivering as he rocks into his lover slowly, almost twitching. ]
[ Whatever is left of the romantic boy Suguru used to be doesn’t manage to remind Suguru that maybe it’s bad form to mention other experiences, even in passing, when this is the first one Yuji is having with him like this. But Suguru’s manners are far less a priority these days, and he usually only has the capacity for some thoughtful humanity. What a time to forego it.
Fortunately for him, Yuji has Suguru’s full attention now.
Suguru slides his palm behind the nape of Yuji’s neck, holding him closer as Yuji clings to him. (He doesn’t want to admit that he’s clinging right back.) ]
As good as your dream?
[ He breathes a short chuckle that shudders out into a moan. He wonders who Yuji was fantasizing about when they’d been curled together in bed, because Suguru doubts that Yuji was imagining Suguru as he is now, fractured and scarred and cruel.
(The romantic boy that Suguru used to be wishes they could have had this moment together in the past. He wishes Yuji could have been his first this way, too.) ]
[ His thrusts are still careful, soft and slow, but getting harder and harder; it's more to temper himself and his own impending orgasm than it is because he doesn't think Suguru can take it. It means he can lean in, biting at his skin, nuzzling, careful not to scrape anywhere that would cause him actual pain. ]
[ Suguru knows Yuji is so full-hearted and kind that he means the words he says, even if Suguru has a hard time believing them. They might not always penetrate the dark cloud around Suguru’s heart, but he doesn’t always have to scoff at his boy’s kindness.
Instead, he closes his eyes and lets his senses focus in on Yuji’s thrusts, the tantalizing glide that fills Suguru beautifully every time. ]
Then leave me some bruises to remember you by this week.
[ His legs flex around Yuji, dragging him closer as Suguru’s muscles squeeze around the cock stretching him open. ]
Maybe I’ll have some sweet dreams of my, mmmh, not-so-little tiger~
[ Bruises, Suguru says, and Yuji moans, his grip on his body tightening a little, leaning closer to him and trying to press as deep as he can get. There's no real strain on his arms, not with how strong he is, so each grind of his cock into the other man feels easy and simple enough, rocking into him and claiming him over and over again.
His teeth sink into skin as he moans, sucking, wanting to mark and bruise, to maim Suguru with his love and affection. ]
Anything you want, Suguru...
[ He whines, low in his throat, at the squeeze, his body pausing for a moment as he tries to stop himself from coming, forehead shoved against Suguru's jaw. ]
[ Oh, but it's delicious to feel a flicker more of that unprecedented strength in the teenager's hands, the power in his arms and how effortlessly he holds Suguru aloft to rock into him over and over and over...
Suguru's head falls back on a groan, his throat bared to Yuji for all the lascivious marks his lover wants to leave. Satoru is the only one regularly seeing Suguru, so Yuji's claims might not be broadcast as widely as the marks Suguru might leave in turn, but Suguru will relish them, all the same.
He can feel Yuji throbbing inside of him, resisting the urge to come. Suguru nearly adds to the challenge by squeezing again, but he refrains, instead turning his head to nip at the shell of Yuji’s ear, purring against it. ]
I want you, Yuji.
[ Every last inch of him. ]
I want to be dripping with your cum for the rest of the morning.
[ The purr against his ear makes Yuji twitch, and he rocks into Suguru and has to bite into the other man's neck, sinking in and groaning against the warm curve there. It's too good, and his nails dig in as he holds him in place, burning with the utter need to come.
He has to hold off. Just a little longer... ]
I'd clean you up, Suguru. I'd clean you up and fill you up, over and over again...
[ He nuzzles into his lover, hips starting to move again, sharp thrusting against him as he nuzzles closer and closer. ]
[ Suguru's throaty groan of approval is interrupted when Yuji starts rocking into him, each thrust sending sparks up through his gut, calling to the pressure building in his own cock. Legs flexing around Yuji, Suguru's nails drag down the nape of Yuji's neck, his breathing less regulated and steady. ]
Then you should~ Fill me up and lick it out until you, nnnh, can't anymore.
[ Like Suguru would complain. As long as his body will allow it, as long as the lingering pain of a missing arm and healed-over scars doesn't cut through the heady, consuming pleasure. ]
[ The drag of nails and the spark of pain makes him groan, whimpering a little as he pushes forward, shoving Suguru against the wall. He's careful not to push too hard on his missing arm or the phantom wounds all the same, conscious of his dearest love even in the midst of intense fucking.
He's going to break soon, just knows it. ]
I'll take such good care of you, I promise. I'll give you anything you need.
[ Another bite, this time to his collarbone, as Yuji moans, hips jerking as he comes, shoving into Suguru with all his might. ]
[ Suguru relishes how Yuji holds him against the wall, rocking relentlessly, panting out those sweet promises that make Suguru ache in a completely different way. Broken and twisted and cursed as he is, Yuji is still promising him everything. Suguru feels that, as much as he feels the sparking pleasure through his system.
Teeth digging into his clavicle, Suguru moans with surprised delight as Yuji bucks into him, throbbing pulses of heat accompanying every jerk of Yuji's cock. It feels fucking perfect, and this – this is only Yuji's. No one else fucked Suguru raw, and nobody else ever came inside him. Suguru isn't focused on his own orgasm now, unfazed by his erection when it simply feels so good to have Yuji inside of him, filling him with cum. ]
Mmmmmfuck, yes, Yuji—
[ Suguru pants for breath, licking his lips as he tugs Yuji up from that bite to seal a kiss over his lover's mouth. Messy, eager, his legs haven't unwrapped from around Yuji's hips; if anything, they stay locked in place to keep Yuji right where he is. ]
[ The idea of there being marks all over Suguru is too heady and delicious to ignore, and when Yuji is capable of pulling back and looking at the bruising he's begun to leave it makes his eyes widen, flushed with awe. He looks incredible like this, as if he's wearing a necklace of Yuji's possessiveness, and his fingers grip instinctively even as his cock rocks, spent, inside his lover.
It's perfect. He's perfect.
Slipping in to press up into that kiss, holding the other man tight against his body, he sighs into his mouth with a kind of pleasure that comes from the sheer relief of being loved. ]
I love you... I love you so much.
[ He doesn't even try to move away, he doesn't try to sleep out, keeping himself buried in Suguru and stroking his thumbs over his hips tenderly. ]
[ It's hard for Suguru to give Yuji that same immediate affection that had come so easily as a teenager. He never struggled to say I love you when it was just him and Yuji, two boys adoring each other and reaching for some form of comfort in the darkness of their world. Suguru doesn't know how to share that easy, free-flowing adoration anymore.
But it's there in his touch. In his kiss. In the way he wraps himself around Yuji and holds him close. ]
Color me impressed, Yuji.
[ He presses a kiss to the boy's cheek, nuzzling in as he clings. It's a silly showing, this fully-grown man wrapped in a gangly tangle of limbs around a teenager, but he doesn't seem to give a fuck.
[ Yuji understands it, even if it's something unspoken between them. Things aren't exactly the same as they used to be, and that's fine with him because it means they still get to be together. He's able to reach out and hold Suguru, he's able to kiss him, to be with him, to take care of him and fuck him and be fucked, so what's the problem?
He knows they love each other; they both know it. It's perfect as it is.
Laughing softly, a little embarrassed by how quickly he'd come, he tilts his head into Suguru and sighs, smiling. ]
I'm always good for you.
[ He's no brat, at least, even if he can get bitter and angry sometimes. Nudging their noses together, he hums. ]
[ Still peppering Yuji with affection and little kisses (a sharp contrast to his cold, aloof demeanor), Suguru gives a thoughtful hum. ]
Depends. Do you think you can come again?
[ Because Suguru can't resist the idea of riding Yuji before he comes. But Yuji also promised to clean him up, and that's the exact kind of filth that would get Suguru off hard, and he knows it. ]
[ Suguru chuckles low in his chest, his muscles squeezing snugly around Yuji again – just a flex, a tightening to tease instead of trying to force him out. ]
Then why don't you carry me to the bed and let me ride you? I want to watch your face while I'm still taking your cock.
[ Arm wrapped around Yuji's neck and legs locked behind the small of his back, Suguru tries to make it easy for Yuji to relocate. He only starts to unwind when Yuji approaches the bed, and Suguru's knees instead keep him pinned to Yuji, held close and ensuring the teenager's cock doesn't slip out of place. ]
You're so gentle with me.
[ His tone is bemused rather than criticizing; he's mostly amazed that Yuji can touch him like he's something precious, something breakable, instead of the sharp and jagged thing that he sees in the mirror. ]
[ Yuji sounds a little bemused as he says it, lowering himself onto the bed and settling down, careful not to jostle Suguru too much. Then he’s stretched out, lifting his hands to stroke along the other man’s waist, careful and tender. ]
[ Once they're both back on the bed, Suguru sitting astride Yuji's hips, Suguru lets his weight settle properly on Yuji's cock again, keeping it decidedly settled inside of him. ]
I'm sure you could ask your schoolmates for a reason or two.
[ Suguru has a hunch that if Yuji asked, say, Maki or Yuta what he should do with Suguru, "treating him gently" would be at the bottom of the list.
Knees brace to support himself, to gain leverage, but Suguru just grinds his hips down, gyrating slowly over Yuji without finding a rhythm yet; he's content to sit above Yuji, to look down at the handsome, flushed boy beneath him as his hair falls messily around his shoulders. ]
[ Nor do they know Yuji. His hands are stained with blood too. He’s a monster as well. He might not believe the things that Suguru does, but he’s done terrible things in his own right, and there’s no denying it. Either way, he’s not going to stop taking care of someone he loves.
Leaning back, Yuji watches him with wide eyes, fingers stroking absently over Suguru’s waist, his legs, his hips, just wanting to touch him. It’s a constant unconscious desire, a need, and Yuji tilts his head back to moan sweetly as Suguru rocks. ]
[ Suguru can't help but wonder if maybe Yuji is wrong, if maybe the students at Jujutsu High saw a truer version of Suguru than anyone else. But at the same time, Satoru brought him here, spared his life. Maybe others see more of Suguru than the man himself manages.
Right now, that doesn't matter. Right now, he has this sweet, perfect boy looking up at him with an adoration that borders on worship – but it's better than that. This feeds something in Suguru's chest that he long thought still and dead, warms a part of himself that he thought he'd foregone. ]
You're the only one who knows me now.
[ Maybe technically one of few who knows he's even alive, but certainly the only one that Suguru shares any part of himself.
With a short flick of his chin, Suguru tosses his mane of hair out of his face, an absent, fox-like smile on his lips as he starts to ride Yuji properly. Most of his usual grace hasn't left his body, and the strength in his thighs hasn't diminished much, giving him all the leverage he needs to ride Yuji with a smooth, effortless glide. ]
[ There is something good in there, Yuji is certain of it - he can see it, he can feel it, in the way they touch one another, the interactions they share, the warmth that Suguru still holds for him. If he was truly evil, awful, then he wouldn't have that sweetness left in him, that capacity for love and adoration that Yuji can still touch.
Fingers stroking over Suguru's skin, Yuji swallows, licking his lips. It's impossible to hide the depth of his love. His cheeks are red, flushed and warm, and he nods his head a little. ]
Is it bad that I'm a little bit happy? I don't want to get jealous...
[ Not that anyone is threatening to take his boyfriend away or anything, other than Gojo-sensei, and Yuji feels like that's less and less of a threat the more days that go by.
Leaning back, groaning as the slide of Suguru's body and the sounds he makes, Yuji gasps out his name as his eyes flicker closed. ]
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Who else could ever compare?
Leaning in, gasping and focusing on not coming immediately, he squeezes his eyes shut even more, shivering as he rocks into his lover slowly, almost twitching. ]
You feel amazing.
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Fortunately for him, Yuji has Suguru’s full attention now.
Suguru slides his palm behind the nape of Yuji’s neck, holding him closer as Yuji clings to him. (He doesn’t want to admit that he’s clinging right back.) ]
As good as your dream?
[ He breathes a short chuckle that shudders out into a moan. He wonders who Yuji was fantasizing about when they’d been curled together in bed, because Suguru doubts that Yuji was imagining Suguru as he is now, fractured and scarred and cruel.
(The romantic boy that Suguru used to be wishes they could have had this moment together in the past. He wishes Yuji could have been his first this way, too.) ]
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Better than my dream.
[ His thrusts are still careful, soft and slow, but getting harder and harder; it's more to temper himself and his own impending orgasm than it is because he doesn't think Suguru can take it. It means he can lean in, biting at his skin, nuzzling, careful not to scrape anywhere that would cause him actual pain. ]
You're better than any dream I could have.
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Instead, he closes his eyes and lets his senses focus in on Yuji’s thrusts, the tantalizing glide that fills Suguru beautifully every time. ]
Then leave me some bruises to remember you by this week.
[ His legs flex around Yuji, dragging him closer as Suguru’s muscles squeeze around the cock stretching him open. ]
Maybe I’ll have some sweet dreams of my, mmmh, not-so-little tiger~
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His teeth sink into skin as he moans, sucking, wanting to mark and bruise, to maim Suguru with his love and affection. ]
Anything you want, Suguru...
[ He whines, low in his throat, at the squeeze, his body pausing for a moment as he tries to stop himself from coming, forehead shoved against Suguru's jaw. ]
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Suguru's head falls back on a groan, his throat bared to Yuji for all the lascivious marks his lover wants to leave. Satoru is the only one regularly seeing Suguru, so Yuji's claims might not be broadcast as widely as the marks Suguru might leave in turn, but Suguru will relish them, all the same.
He can feel Yuji throbbing inside of him, resisting the urge to come. Suguru nearly adds to the challenge by squeezing again, but he refrains, instead turning his head to nip at the shell of Yuji’s ear, purring against it. ]
I want you, Yuji.
[ Every last inch of him. ]
I want to be dripping with your cum for the rest of the morning.
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He has to hold off. Just a little longer... ]
I'd clean you up, Suguru. I'd clean you up and fill you up, over and over again...
[ He nuzzles into his lover, hips starting to move again, sharp thrusting against him as he nuzzles closer and closer. ]
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Then you should~ Fill me up and lick it out until you, nnnh, can't anymore.
[ Like Suguru would complain. As long as his body will allow it, as long as the lingering pain of a missing arm and healed-over scars doesn't cut through the heady, consuming pleasure. ]
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He's going to break soon, just knows it. ]
I'll take such good care of you, I promise. I'll give you anything you need.
[ Another bite, this time to his collarbone, as Yuji moans, hips jerking as he comes, shoving into Suguru with all his might. ]
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Teeth digging into his clavicle, Suguru moans with surprised delight as Yuji bucks into him, throbbing pulses of heat accompanying every jerk of Yuji's cock. It feels fucking perfect, and this – this is only Yuji's. No one else fucked Suguru raw, and nobody else ever came inside him. Suguru isn't focused on his own orgasm now, unfazed by his erection when it simply feels so good to have Yuji inside of him, filling him with cum. ]
Mmmmmfuck, yes, Yuji—
[ Suguru pants for breath, licking his lips as he tugs Yuji up from that bite to seal a kiss over his lover's mouth. Messy, eager, his legs haven't unwrapped from around Yuji's hips; if anything, they stay locked in place to keep Yuji right where he is. ]
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It's perfect. He's perfect.
Slipping in to press up into that kiss, holding the other man tight against his body, he sighs into his mouth with a kind of pleasure that comes from the sheer relief of being loved. ]
I love you... I love you so much.
[ He doesn't even try to move away, he doesn't try to sleep out, keeping himself buried in Suguru and stroking his thumbs over his hips tenderly. ]
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But it's there in his touch. In his kiss. In the way he wraps himself around Yuji and holds him close. ]
Color me impressed, Yuji.
[ He presses a kiss to the boy's cheek, nuzzling in as he clings. It's a silly showing, this fully-grown man wrapped in a gangly tangle of limbs around a teenager, but he doesn't seem to give a fuck.
Why should he, when it feels good? ]
A good boy, no matter what you're doing, hm?
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He knows they love each other; they both know it. It's perfect as it is.
Laughing softly, a little embarrassed by how quickly he'd come, he tilts his head into Suguru and sighs, smiling. ]
I'm always good for you.
[ He's no brat, at least, even if he can get bitter and angry sometimes. Nudging their noses together, he hums. ]
How do you want to come?
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Depends. Do you think you can come again?
[ Because Suguru can't resist the idea of riding Yuji before he comes. But Yuji also promised to clean him up, and that's the exact kind of filth that would get Suguru off hard, and he knows it. ]
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Yeah, I could definitely come again.
[ He's already half-hard, just from kissing, curling himself around Suguru again. ]
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Then why don't you carry me to the bed and let me ride you? I want to watch your face while I'm still taking your cock.
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Yeah, that - that sounds amazing.
[ And, carefully, he's lifting Suguru up and stepping back towards the bed, careful all the while. ]
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You're so gentle with me.
[ His tone is bemused rather than criticizing; he's mostly amazed that Yuji can touch him like he's something precious, something breakable, instead of the sharp and jagged thing that he sees in the mirror. ]
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[ Yuji sounds a little bemused as he says it, lowering himself onto the bed and settling down, careful not to jostle Suguru too much. Then he’s stretched out, lifting his hands to stroke along the other man’s waist, careful and tender. ]
I love you. Why wouldn’t I be?
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I'm sure you could ask your schoolmates for a reason or two.
[ Suguru has a hunch that if Yuji asked, say, Maki or Yuta what he should do with Suguru, "treating him gently" would be at the bottom of the list.
Knees brace to support himself, to gain leverage, but Suguru just grinds his hips down, gyrating slowly over Yuji without finding a rhythm yet; he's content to sit above Yuji, to look down at the handsome, flushed boy beneath him as his hair falls messily around his shoulders. ]
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[ Nor do they know Yuji. His hands are stained with blood too. He’s a monster as well. He might not believe the things that Suguru does, but he’s done terrible things in his own right, and there’s no denying it. Either way, he’s not going to stop taking care of someone he loves.
Leaning back, Yuji watches him with wide eyes, fingers stroking absently over Suguru’s waist, his legs, his hips, just wanting to touch him. It’s a constant unconscious desire, a need, and Yuji tilts his head back to moan sweetly as Suguru rocks. ]
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Right now, that doesn't matter. Right now, he has this sweet, perfect boy looking up at him with an adoration that borders on worship – but it's better than that. This feeds something in Suguru's chest that he long thought still and dead, warms a part of himself that he thought he'd foregone. ]
You're the only one who knows me now.
[ Maybe technically one of few who knows he's even alive, but certainly the only one that Suguru shares any part of himself.
With a short flick of his chin, Suguru tosses his mane of hair out of his face, an absent, fox-like smile on his lips as he starts to ride Yuji properly. Most of his usual grace hasn't left his body, and the strength in his thighs hasn't diminished much, giving him all the leverage he needs to ride Yuji with a smooth, effortless glide. ]
Mmm, you always look so good under me, Yuji.
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Fingers stroking over Suguru's skin, Yuji swallows, licking his lips. It's impossible to hide the depth of his love. His cheeks are red, flushed and warm, and he nods his head a little. ]
Is it bad that I'm a little bit happy? I don't want to get jealous...
[ Not that anyone is threatening to take his boyfriend away or anything, other than Gojo-sensei, and Yuji feels like that's less and less of a threat the more days that go by.
Leaning back, groaning as the slide of Suguru's body and the sounds he makes, Yuji gasps out his name as his eyes flicker closed. ]
It's - it's just for you.