[ 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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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.