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“Good of you to finally show up,” Yaga’s gruff voice comes from the left side of the office. He’s tense, sunglasses on his forehead and a cup of, from what Gojo can tell, chamomile tea beside him. It’s strong. He might have put two bags in it thinking it’ll put him to sleep even faster.

“Yo,” Gojo salutes as he steps to the couch and flops down beside Kusakabe. The New Shadow user looks uncomfortable for a moment but he doesn’t get up and leave. “An emergency meeting means I get to be a bit late.”

“Oh?” A deep voice comes from the back corner of the office, behind the door and tucked out of view of the windows. Just like him. “You’re late to every meeting.” Sukuna’s red eyes peer out of the dark, the metal decals on his eyepatch catch the light dangerously and Gojo snickers.

“Am I?” Gojo yawns obnoxiously. “Maybe you should schedule them a bit later, then I’d be on time—”

“Enough,” Yaga cuts in before Sukuna can snap back, the malice emanating from the corner is bad enough already. Sukuna simmers, glaring at Gojo in displeasure. “We’re planning on hosting an event for both schools, a competition of sorts.”

“What about the exchange event?” Kusakabe asks, taking a toothpick from his coat pocket and putting it between his lips. Gojo distantly remembers him smelling like cigarette smoke and nicotine, and he wonders when he quit.

“This is something different. Not for cursed energy. We’re thinking something more suited to high school students. To promote normality and make sure they turn into well adjusted adults.” He sips his tea, slurping loudly as the steam rises and fogs his perching glasses.

“Unlike us,” Gojo waves a hand jokingly. He points between the four of them.

“Leave me out of it,” Kusakabe grumbles as Sukuna scoffs behind them.

“What do you want from us then?” Sukuna asks, barely looking at Gojo, who’s staring at him pointedly.

“I want your students to come up with a science fair project as a class. You can support them. Just know that the projects are going to—”

Sukuna rubs his jaw, patience wearing thin. “I don’t have any students this year, sensei. Since you expelled them. Why am I in this meeting?”

“You’ll help Gojo with your nephew’s class,” Yaga anticipates the backlash and he sips more tea to immediately quell the growl of displeasure.

“Oh, goodie, a family project!” Gojo claps. “We’ll pretend Nobara is our daughter since I have Megumi and you have Yuuji. We’ll definitely win.”

Sukuna’s teeth grit and he inhales deeply to try to forcefully relax. Gojo can tell he’s even more tense than Yaga. More stressed than usual. Something’s under his skin, and it means Gojo can wriggle under even more easily. It’s the most appealing looking button for him to push for miles around. Easy. “Right, Kuna?” Gojo chirps.

Sukuna looks at Gojo and he sneers before storming out of the room.

The silence is heavy, and the door swings on its hinges slightly. Gojo whistles low, impressed with himself. “What crawled up his ass and died?”

Kusakabe says something under his breath that makes Gojo snicker, something akin to ‘who else?’ He winks at the second year teacher and shrugs.

Yaga speaks over them. “You’ll both prepare your students, and we’ll win, am I clear?”

“Crystal~” Gojo sings as he stretches obnoxiously and then stands. He doesn’t wait to be dismissed. He has a particular victim to hunt. And he knows he hasn’t gotten far.

He catches up to Sukuna on the school grounds, walking between buildings, the path littered with round stones and statues, ornamental lanterns and pretty greenery. “Hey big guy, what’s got you all out of—?”

Sukuna cuts him off by grabbing Gojo by the mouth. His hand covers from ear to ear and there’s only a muffled protest when skin presses to skin. Domain Amplification just to shut him up is not the lowest he’s stooped, but it’s certainly down there.

“When I remove my hand, you’re going to say what you want in three words or less, and then leave. Am I clear?” Sukuna says with a low voice, eyes glowing a fierce red.

Gojo smiles under his palm and nods happily. He’s glad he has his blindfold on or else Sukuna might gouge his eyes out for the sheer amusement in them.

Sukuna reluctantly pulls his hand away, poised to cover it again.

“You’re in a remarkably bad moo-” The hand slams back onto him and Sukuna sucks his teeth.

Gojo reaches up and plucks his blindfold up on one side, peering out from under it. He waits patiently for Sukuna to give up.

Sukuna waits an agonizing five minutes before he pulls his hand away. He’s lucky he does, because Gojo was about to lick him. It was getting sweaty in there, and he’s been curious for a taste for years. “Finally, phew,” Gojo sighs dramatically, puffing air like he was suffocating.

Sukuna relents and just pinches his brow. “What is it?”

“You’re tense, what happened? Bad mission?” Gojo asks, shoving his hands in his pockets, blindfold back in place over his eyes.

“Why does it matter? Don’t whine with false sympathy,” Sukuna wipes his sweaty palm on his jeans.

“I ask a genuine question for a dear school friend’s apparent distress and look what it gets me…” Gojo sighs dramatically.

“I’ve been sleeping poorly, nothing deep or meaningful. No agonizing. Just bad sleep making my shoulders tense. Alright?”

Gojo looks at him, finally noticing the bags under the two eyes on Sukuna’s left side. He wonders if the empty sockets have bags too. Sukuna probably won’t show him, or appreciate the question. “Nightmares?” He asks, tone more serious than normal.

Sukuna purses his lips and shrugs. “I’m long since used to those, Satoru.”

Gojo’s eyebrows raise under the blindfold and he nods slowly. “You really are feeling off. You haven’t called me that since high school. Maybe you should talk to Shoko?”

It looks like Sukuna’s bitten a lemon, and Gojo has to stop himself from laughing. It’d ruin the ground he’s gained. “And what, get sleeping pills?”

“I think you’d need a horse tranq, but that’s just me,” Gojo chuckles. And surprisingly, Sukuna gives him a wry smile.

“What do you want? Worrying’s not like you,” Sukuna starts walking again, and Gojo mentally relaxes as he realizes that he’s cheered the man up at least a little.

“Do you want me to say something like, ‘if we get attacked, I need you to be in top shape, so having a fire hydrant shoved up your ass will be detrimental to the school’s safety, blah blah blah,’” Gojo shoves his hands in his pockets and tilts his face up to the sky.

Sukuna looks at him, and Gojo can almost sense the shift in mood. The slight nervousness that he’s never expected from The Ryoumen Sukuna. The man is quiet and he rubs his jaw and tugs on his ear lobe, playing with the plug in it.

“So you did want me to say that-”

“Shut up. You have the empathy of a fifth grader, so forgive me for wondering why you care.”

“To be fair to me, I can read the room, I just don’t frequently care about it. You’re not usually out of sorts. I was jealous that something else got under your skin. I usually try so hard, and I didn’t even do anything and you were spitting. Like an angry cat. Scared of tuna fish from a kind soul in an alley.” Gojo imagines a little feral pink cat, black patterns in its fur, and the cool second arms that Sukuna gets when he opens his domain.

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “You threw a tantrum because I was in a bad mood by something other than you? That’s ridiculous.”

“Well if you don’t believe that I was worried, then yeah,” Gojo chirps, kicking a rock on the path and clearing it so someone else won’t trip on it.

“You weren’t worried,” Sukuna scowls, this time, rubbing the back of his neck before shoving his hands in his coat pockets, mirroring Gojo accidentally.

“Whatever you say, tough guy. Maybe I’ll get you a cool pillow. You know the ones that are shaped for the neck, and are memory foam? Or the ones with the hole through it for your arm? Oh or the couples one, and then I’ll join you-”

Sukuna gives him a nasty look and Gojo puts his hands up in defense, smiling wide enough his cheeks hurt. “You don’t want me to join?”

“No. Your creepy ass would lay awake, with your glow torch eyes all night, and it’ll make my sleep even worse. Like a boogey-man haunting me,” Sukuna fails to hide the slight amusement in his tone. He’s always been bad at hiding how funny he thinks Gojo is. Even if he tries valiantly. And always has. Gojo knows he likes it.

“You don’t think I’d be a good bed partner?” Gojo teases, sticking his tongue into his cheek suggestively.

Sukuna scoffs and shakes his head. It’s insulting how confident he is in it. “No, you’re selfish, self-absorbed, oblivious, and afraid of intimacy. Hell no do I think you’re a good bed partner.”

Gojo makes an offended noise. “What’s that supposed to mean!? I’m a great partner. You just don’t…”

Sukuna raises his brow at him. “What? I don’t what?”

“Appreciate me…” Gojo finishes lamely.

“Oh so your plethora of sex toys, sorry, partners aren’t dating you because you’re so good at being a partner that they can’t possibly stick around. You’re single by choice,” Sukuna muses. Gojo huffs at him and makes a face. “Are you going to argue with me, pretty boy? You could get anyone, and yet have been single since high school. Can’t imagine why.”

Gojo shuts up at that and he sucks his teeth in displeasure. Sukuna’s face morphs into realization, and he manages not to wince.

Before Sukuna can patch it up, Gojo laughs, it’s forced at first, and then cheery by the end of it. “They don’t appreciate greatness, and I’m too busy. Why are you so invested in my sex life anyway?”

Sukuna coughs and looks away. “Don’t turn this around on me. That’s not what I was-”

“You sure about that? Talking about my sex toys…? That’s pretty weird, dude,” Gojo teases, poking Sukuna in the cheek. Infinity holds between them, and it feels like things have fallen back to normalcy.

“Thinking about how I either must be emotionally unavailable, or terrible in bed. Maybe I’m just waiting for the right person?” Gojo watches as Sukuna’s ears turn red, and his eyes widen behind his mask. He notes it for later.

“God you’re annoying. This is exactly what I’m talking about. A headache and a half,” Sukuna grumbles. “I have paperwork to do, go tell your students about the project. Let me know when they want my help. And if they don’t, too fucking bad, we’re going to win, and Megumi is smart, but not smart enough to carry the whole group into winning.”

A slow smile spreads over Gojo’s face and he bumps shoulders with the man. “I’ll let them know. You know… whenever I have trouble sleeping, I crank it.”

A vein visibly pops on Sukuna’s forehead and before the hit lands Gojo dodges, prancing away with an ‘oop!’ “Leave,” Sukuna seethes.

“I can give you tips!” Gojo says as he starts jogging backwards, knowing he’s in grave danger.

“I said—”

“Going!” Gojo laughs, overjoyed at having pivoted Sukuna’s mood. Mission succeeded, even if Sukuna would probably strangle him if he got too close right now. It’s not because of whatever is nagging at him, it’s because Gojo’s poking. And that’s a win.

He spins on a heel and traipses back toward the school, planning on going to find his students and give them the good news.

He knows that Sukuna’s lying about it being sleep issues. The way he said it, a defense mechanism if Gojo’s ever seen one. There’s something else worming its way into Sukuna’s psyche, and Gojo needs to figure it out.

He has an inkling of what it is. And he’s more than excited to test his theory out.

“If you say vinegar volcano one more time, I’m cutting the tip of your ear off,” Sukuna scowls at his nephew. The group of them, the first years, Gojo, and Sukuna, are all sitting in the classroom. Sukuna’s leaning his ass on an unused desk, and Gojo is leaning back on a chair, balancing it on two legs. He has a pen squished between his upper lip and his nose as well, not helping in the slightest.

“I can’t heal that, it’s not fair,” Yuuji complains. “And it’s cool, I think we can put little dinosaurs-”

Sukuna sucks his teeth and his fingers twitch from where his arms are crossed tightly over his chest.

Gojo moves his pen and speaks, “Woah, woah, easy tiger. Tigers. Megumi, what’s your suggestion?”

Sukuna turns his head just enough to see Gojo and he simmers in displeasure. It’s almost sweet how subconsciously, he put Gojo on his bad side, eyepatch facing Gojo. Trusting him to protect him in a way. Though Gojo will never bring that up, or address it. It’d be a surefire way for Sukuna to either gut him, or never do it again. He’s been cuter lately, and it’s honestly refreshing, if a bit weird.

“I think we should do something about the refractions of light through different objects,” Megumi shrugs. “The differences in shapes of crystals and the effects that prisms have on the trajectory.”

Nobara grimaces. “Shadow guy wants to do light stuff?”

Megumi’s eyebrow twitches and he looks at her patiently. “Do you have a better idea?”

“Caustic chemicals and what fabrics disintegrate in what substance,” She says proudly.

Gojo makes a sound, impressed at both of their ideas. But mostly Nobara. He knew Megumi would say something like that.

Yuuji rubs his chin. “Like bleach?”

“No like that sodium chloride or whatever it is,” Nobara answers. The students devolve into a conversation about which one they’d prefer, and Gojo watches them almost impassively. He’s pleased they’re doing it, but something has his attention.

He looks at Sukuna, at the way his shoulders are rigid, how his back is ramrod straight, and his fists are clenched.

“Hey, Kuna, c’mere,” Gojo says, hopping out of his seat and not only startling the students, but also Sukuna. The man looks like he forgot that Gojo was there, and that’s definitely not ordinary.

“Don’t call me that—” Sukuna argues as they feel all six eyes from the teenagers tracking them both like hawks. Gojo waves a dismissive hand and drags Sukuna out of the room with him. There’s some whispering that Gojo doesn’t bother to listen to before he shuts the door and walks a bit down the hall, Sukuna in tow.

“Did you talk to Shoko?” Gojo asks.

“About what?” Sukuna scowls, prickling in not just his mannerisms, but his tone now too.

“Your sleep?” Gojo prompts.

Sukuna is quiet for a second, seemingly catching up to what Gojo’s saying. And Gojo is now positive that it’s not sleep that’s got him so tense. “Yeah,” Sukuna says, and Gojo has never heard him lie this poorly in his life.

He lifts up a corner of his blindfold and just looks at him pointedly.

“Why do you care?” Sukuna says grumpily, and Gojo can’t hide the way he blinks in surprise. He’s bratty in a way that Sukuna never is. He’s petulant.

“We went over this already,” Gojo says slowly, trying to put out a few feelers to see what will set Sukuna off. “I’m not actually a terrible person and I care about my friends? You know, just that.”

Sukuna looks displeased, and he gives Gojo a flat look. “You can’t do anything to help, so drop it.”

Gojo slowly starts to do the math and he raises his brow. “Are you sure?” That’s when he notices the faint blush burning on Sukuna’s ears. The way he won’t look him in the eye.

“Sukuna… When was the last time you got laid?”

The punch he gets is swift and brutal, and Gojo doubles over in surprise. He coughs weakly but he has his answer. “Loud and clear, shit that was a good one-” he wheezes.

“That’s not-” Sukuna argues, but trails off before he can finish the sentence. It’s like he’s coming to the realization himself. “I’m not-”

“Wow, I was right… You can go find a nice girl at a bar. It’s what I do. Or a boy. I don’t discriminate. You seem like a hole is a hole to you,” Gojo yammers on.

Sukuna’s face blooms pink in a way that Gojo hasn’t seen in years and he raises his brow in surprise. He’s blushing a lot. “I didn’t take you for a prude.”

“I’m not,” Sukuna defends himself and glares at Gojo. “I’m not a manwhore who sticks it wherever he wants and in whoever he wants.” It’s scathing.

Gojo pushes his lips out and makes a ‘huh’ sound of intrigue. “You sound jealous. Is that on purpose? Are you impotent? That would suck.”

Sukuna’s face is still scarlet as he shoves past Gojo and stomps away. “Just drop it.”

“Nope, that’s not it,” Gojo reasons and he follows. “It’s not that hard, maybe I can take you out to a bar? Find you someone? Oh I know a fun place, a scene if you will, that I think you’d like.”

Sukuna falters for a moment and glares over his shoulder for a moment. “What?”

“You know, kink scene stuff?” Gojo asks like Sukuna’s slow.

“You’re into that stuff?” Sukuna sounds less angry, more baffled. It’s a bit insulting, but more funny, so Gojo laughs in response.

“Yeah, are you?” Gojo looks playful, a cheeky smile on his face.

The way Sukuna’s head snaps forward and he clears his throat is interesting. Gojo watches him intently. He doesn’t answer the question.

“Have you tried?” Gojo asks slowly, cautious like he’s talking to a scared deer. Which is a funny comparison to the beast of a man in front of him.

“No,” Sukuna answers, and Gojo can hear the embarrassment dripping from him like honey. Maybe Sukuna thinks it’s like a nervous sweat, but Gojo thinks it’s the sweetest thing the man has ever done. So honey it is.

“Do you want to?” Gojo questions again, this time, focusing on Sukuna’s body language. He’s practically squirming, hiding it under a brisk walk.

“I want you to drop it,” Sukuna grumbles.

Gojo jogs ahead of him and gets in his way. “Woah, woah, hold up big guy. I’m serious. I can bring you and you can try? Or I can give you the name and you can go alone?”

The way Sukuna looks cornered has Gojo’s heart racing oddly, and he presses in on him. “Which end of the spectrum would you like to be on? Do you want control, or to relinquish it?” He has a suspicion, but he wants it confirmed.

Sukuna looks at him, his eyes almost pleading before he turns away with a scowl. “Why are you digging into my sex life?”

“Your non-existent sex life,” Gojo notes cheerily. He gets a dirty look for it. “It’s because I want you to relax, I’m serious when I say I need you at your best to help me protect this place. And I think letting loose might help you out.”

Sukuna finally droops, giving up under Gojo’s relentless chasing. “Will you drop it if I go to an event?”

Gojo rocks from his heels to the balls of his feet. He wonders if he should just come out and ask Sukuna if he wants to let loose with him instead. He decides he needs the man more… compliant so that he doesn’t get hit again. Or in the metaphysical doghouse. “Yeah, I’ll drop it if you come with me. It’ll be bonding.”

“I’ll go if you promise never to say that again,” Sukuna complains under his breath.

Gojo notices that Sukuna isn’t looking at him anymore. He can’t resist prodding. “Are you curious what I like to do there?” He gives Sukuna a winning smile.

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

“No.” This time, Sukuna sounds less sure, and his voice practically cracks with the strain.

It’s all Gojo needs to know. “Well, you’ll learn on Friday,” he says with finality.

“Did you just decide when we’re going? I have plans,” Sukuna grunts.

“Not anymore you don’t. You’re all mine on Friday, and I’ll come find you and steal you away if you don’t show up. You can’t hide from me, so don’t even try,” Gojo spins on his heel and starts walking again.

Sukuna is flabbergasted, standing stupidly as he stares at Gojo’s back.

“I’ll see you then?” Gojo sings, looking over his shoulder at him.

To his surprise, Sukuna’s mouth screws shut and he just nods, rubbing his jaw as he does.

Interesting.

Friday comes quickly, and throughout the week, Gojo watches Sukuna like a hawk. It’s a new puzzle he’s found and he needs to crack it. The code is right in front of him, and he wants the confirmation. It has his blood running hot when he thinks about it. About if Sukuna, The Ryoumen Sukuna, wants to relinquish control. It seems fake. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. But each blush, each avoidant head turn, and the embarrassment radiating from the second strongest man in Jujutsu society has Gojo practically vibrating in excitement.

Sukuna wants to be dominated, and Gojo wants him so bad he feels stupid.

Or at least, that’s what Gojo hopes.

He shows up in Sukuna’s office unannounced, teleporting in after hours. He knows he’s still in here, and decidedly not getting ready in his campus apartment. Gojo’s in a pair of black jeans, a tight tee, and his bomber jacket. He pushes up his sunglasses when he gets in and is sad to see that Sukuna doesn’t even startle. “You look like you’re not ready for a night out,” Gojo says with a crooked grin.

“I have some things to finish up,” Sukuna argues without looking up.

“You can do them tomorrow, come onnn,” Gojo whines, trying to get him to hurry his ass. It’s probably the wrong tactic for this man in particular, but it doesn’t stop him.

Sukuna finally looks up and glares at Gojo. The pink on his cheeks has been fairly constant for the past few days, and it’s still just as lovely. It’s odd to see it on the man that’s literally tried to cut him into thousands of tiny pieces, but it’s also endearing. A big muscle head who blushes when he thinks about his co-worker and sex in the same sentence.

Though, Gojo can acknowledge that they aren’t just co-workers. Friends, rivals, equals. All of them and probably more. The way they dance around each other in flirting comments hasn’t gone completely unnoticed. Even if it’s mostly Gojo flirting, and Sukuna half-heartedly dodging some days, and then flirting back and throwing him for a loop on others. The days he dodges, he usually retaliates with violence, and Gojo’s almost positive he just has the emotional regulation of a teenager.

He’s not one to talk, but it’s funnier if he just blames it on Sukuna.

It’s easier in the long run.

“You ready to fuck or be fucked?” Gojo asks crudely, shimmying his shoulders in excitement.

The look he gets in return could kill. “I’m close to cancelling on you if you keep that up,” Sukuna says in a dark tone.

Gojo whistles, eyebrows raising and he puckers his lips. “Can I convince you to come with me if I plead? Beg? Get on my knees?”

“No,” Sukuna says without even an ounce of shame. It gives Gojo an idea.

“Do you want to beg me to leave you alone?” Gojo teases.

Sukuna’s skin flushes and he looks at his paperwork studiously. Gojo mentally fist pumps. He was right and it has him both extremely smug for figuring it out, and extremely hot to think of Sukuna bent under him. He never thought it’d be that way, but he can’t lie and say he never had fevered dreams about it.

“Just give me a minute to finish this sheet, then I’ll go get ready,” Sukuna grumbles.

Gojo grins like a cat and he flops in Sukuna’s spare seat, crossing his legs at the knee. He bounces his ankle comfortably. “I’ll bring you so it’s faster,” he offers, settling into the comfy chair and looking at Sukuna with an entirely too pleased face.

Sukuna just nods, saying nothing as he adjusts his collar and clears his throat.

It’s not even two minutes later that Sukuna puts his pen down and he starts organizing things to put away. He’s always has a meticulously clean desk.

“Ready?” Gojo asks, obviously excited, eyes lighting up.

“Relax. You’re over-eager and you should be embarrassed.” Sukuna stands from his desk and walks around it toward Gojo.

Gojo shrugs. “Why should I be? It’s going to be fun.” He takes Sukuna by the arm as he hops up and teleports them to Sukuna’s living room. The man isn’t even disoriented by the transportations anymore, and Gojo appreciates it as much as he misses the queasy look he used to get.

“You have no shame…” Sukuna complains as he heads down the hall, peeling off his white uniform coat as he does.

Gojo watches, shamelessly, as Sukuna accuses him. “Yeah, and? It’s sex, why should I be ashamed?”

“Is this when you tell me that you’re a huge whore? Because I know that already.” Sukuna raises his voice to be heard from the other side of his mostly closed door.

“Are you slut shaming me?” Gojo asks, scandalized.

“You are.”

“Definitely,” Gojo agrees with a laugh. “It’s a good way to let off steam. Is this where you tell me, unsurprisingly I might add, that you’re extremely repressed and have only slept with one person ever?”

Sukuna is quiet for a moment, and Gojo’s not sure if it’s because he’s getting dressed, or mad at Gojo’s correct guess. Then he calls back out to him. “It’s two.” It’s almost recalcitrant.

“I knew it,” Gojo sings happily. “A good fuck is great after a long day,” he continues bluntly.

“I really don’t need to hear about how you let off steam. I bet you keep infinity up even during, you’re too fucked up from high school to let anyone in,” Sukuna says as there’s belt clinking sounds behind the door.

Gojo presses his lips together unhappily. “I do not.” He does. “That’s…”

“No emotional connection, only physical, and even then, you temper it, don’t you?” Sukuna guesses as he comes out of his room. He’s wearing acid wash jeans, a loose white t-shirt, and a denim jacket with leather patches on the elbows. Gojo is stunned for a second before he catches up to the insult.

“What did I do to you to deserve this read?” Gojo pouts, the words like lances through him. The one bad thing about having Shoko and Sukuna around is times like this. “Who says I don’t have emotional connections?”

Sukuna raises a brow and shakes his head as he walks by him to put on a different pair of shoes, not the usual boots he wears for work.

Gojo deflates. “I’m trying to help you and this is how you repay me?”

“You need someone who sees you for what’s actually in there, don’t you? It’s a cute act. Don’t fucking do it tonight.” Sukuna slips on his shoes and pushes his hair back. “If you want to bring me out, then don’t play.”

Gojo can feel his mouth hanging open stupidly, so he closes it with a snap and he fixes his glasses over his eyes to hide them. “You think I’m cute?” he deflects.

“Am I driving?” Sukuna ignores his attempt.

Gojo can see the slight blush on Sukuna’s face, the way he’s soldiering through it. It calms his own nerves slightly and he feels a bit like an idiot. Hunting for this date and then being stunned when Sukuna treats it like one, and finally treats him like he needs.

It’s frankly uncomfortable being known and he’s not sure if he likes it. Sex will fix it.

It won’t and now the nasty voice in his head will be Sukuna’s and that’s cruel and unjust. He’s got a hot voice, and too much emotional investment. It means something that Gojo refuses to look at.

Maybe this was a mistake, but he’s in too deep to back out now.

“Yeah, you can drive. It’s easier than teleporting in and scaring people,” Gojo says awkwardly.

Sukuna rubs the back of his neck, his bravado fading slightly. Then he opens his door and gestures Gojo out first. He locks up behind them. “Does the place do things… Is it… all in the open?”

Gojo’s eyes flick to Sukuna’s nape and he finds it hard to look away. “It’s mostly non sexual kink in the open. Tonight is a performance that we can watch. It’ll be erotic, but not penetrative. I think it’s bondage.”

Sukuna rolls his shoulders and he brings them to his car, unlocking it and getting in with a heavy air around him. “Are you bringing me to a hard core event? I’m going to be the only new guy in there, aren’t I?”

“No, there’s a bunch of people of varying experience levels honestly. You’ll be with me too, so you don’t have to worry,” as he says it, Gojo realizes that it defeats the purpose of getting Sukuna ‘laid’ if he’s only with him. And it implies something that they’re both not quite addressing. “Unless you want me to point you at the nearest Dom?”

Sukuna clenches and un-clenches his hands on the wheel as he starts to drive, the location in his GPS. “I’ll stay with you,” he says, jaw tense.

Some part of Gojo settles at the dual admittance. That Sukuna is indeed submissive, and that he’s there to be with Gojo. It’s comforting in a way that arousal has never been. Gojo ignores it.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry big guy,” Gojo jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

Sukuna huffs and scowls. “That’s what I’m worried about.”

There’s a few minutes of silence in the car as they wait in traffic, and Gojo decides to break it. “You’ve never been submissive before, have you? It’s just something you’re down to try?” He gives Sukuna peace by not looking at him.

Sukuna seems thankful, showcased by how quickly and relatively calmly he responds. “I haven’t, no. You don’t strike me as dominant, but I can see it now that I know.”

Gojo hums happily and shrugs. “I like it, yeah. I can do both, but I prefer domming. I only sub for people I trust.”

Sukuna cuts him off. “So you tried it, didn’t like the vulnerability and have never done it again?”

Gojo’s mouth screws shut and he grimaces. His silence is answer enough, so he changes the topic. “Do you want it to be more erotic than sexual?”

“I’m not having sex at a party,” Sukuna sounds displeased.

“So, erotic,” Gojo says.

“Yeah,” Sukuna’s still death-gripping the wheel, and Gojo watches him carefully from the corner of his eye.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want. I won’t even go overboard. You tell me what you want, and that’s what we’ll do. We can just watch, and I’ll order your drink for you or something?” He sounds more gentle than normal.

Sukuna relaxes slightly. “I’m not delicate, but I appreciate a man like you saying you’ll temper yourself.”

“Excuse you, I’m a good Dom,” Gojo sounds scandalized, hand on his chest with a small smile. “I check in with my Subs, and I make sure they’re super happy.”

Sukuna’s shoulders seem to relax slightly. “If I like it, we’ll go from there, deal?”

Gojo can’t stop the almost soft smile he gives the man in return. “God I wanna fuck you so bad…”

There’s a comical silence between them and Gojo realizes that his inner thoughts became outer ones.

“If you want,” Gojo finishes, voice raising like a question at the end.

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose and he huffs. “At least I’ve bottomed before. You'd be insufferable if you were my first.”

Gojo brightens when he isn’t punished in any way for his words. “I sure would. You’ll let me, though? I’ll take care of you,” he babbles.

“If I like it,” Sukuna reiterates with a stern tone.

“If you like it,” Gojo repeats solemnly. “If you don’t can we just fuck normally?”

Sukuna looks away from the road to give him a long, suffering, stare. “I’ll think about it.” The blush is back and Gojo kicks his feet happily.

“That’s basically a yes,” Gojo wiggles in his seat again. “You have an amazing ass, you always have. I get to touch it now—”

Sukuna grunts in displeasure. “If you keep it up, it’s a no. And if you dare keep infinity up, I’ll leave.”

Gojo makes a gesture like he’s zipping his mouth shut and he throws away the imaginary key. He's still giddy like a school boy as he watches Sukuna drive. It’s an adoring stare that he doesn’t quite realize, but he can’t help himself.

“I won’t have you pushing me away and being scared of intimacy just to use me for a fuck. I’ve ripped your fucking arm off, I get to feel your skin without sorcery for once,” Sukuna says with a frankly serious expression.

Gojo watches him thoughtfully, still keeping his vow of silence.

“And if you try, I’ll kill you.”

Gojo makes a show of finding his key, unlocking, and unzipping his mouth. “No infinity, I promise. I want to feel you.”

This time Sukuna doesn’t blush, but his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Gojo smiles as he leans back in the seat. If he could put up his feet, he would.

Sukuna is quiet for a few more moments and then he nods. “Good, if you play me a fool, I’ll string you up and skin you alive.”

Gojo laughs, delighted. “I know you’d actually do it, so don’t worry. I’ll treat you right, skin to skin. Dick to ass.” He waves a hand around and then makes a lewd gesture.

It gets a stern glance from the corner of Sukuna’s eye, and he huffs. He looks like he wants to say something, but he decides against it, chewing on his lip instead. Gojo feels a weird ball of anxiety form in his gut and he looks out of the opposite window. It feels like too much. And a lot like something that he can fail at and never get back.

Sukuna has always challenged him at every step, but Gojo is displeased to know it’s even in this. All of Sukuna’s ‘vulnerability’ comments are haunting Gojo, and he tries to ignore it all and shove it all into a tiny box in the back of his head.

They’re just going out for fun.

It’ll be the first time in years that he’s turned off infinity for sex, and he isn’t sure why he agreed so quickly.

The queasiness makes him speak up again. “If I bust early, it’s your fault for not letting me use my own personal love-glove.”

“Your what?” Sukuna sounds disgusted. “Did you use it like a condom? Gross. Have you been tested?”

“I use condoms!” Gojo defends himself. “I’m clean, promise. RCT clears infections up lickity-split anyway.”

“You’d know…” Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Dug that hole for myself, huh?” Gojo laughs at himself. “But I’m not used to the… feeling, so if I nut immediately, promise you won’t laugh.”

Sukuna looks at him again, and then back to the road. “No promises. I think you deserve to be knocked down a peg or two. One premature ejaculation at a time.” He sounds amused, relaxing as time goes by. As if he’s settling into what’s happening, and what will happen.

Gojo on the other hand feels a bit like he’s being reeled in and is about to be flopping around on a deck with no water in his gills. “That’s unfair, and cruel,” he sighs dramatically.

“You’re a fuck-boy. Deal with it.”

The frank way he says it has Gojo looking at him thoughtfully. “Does it bother you?”

“That you sleep around? No,” Sukuna shrugs. It’s almost the truth.

“Then what is it?” Gojo asks honestly.

“What's what?” Sukuna rolls a shoulder and looks a bit sweaty.

Gojo watches his reactions and suddenly realizes he really should learn to quit while he’s ahead. He’s now faced with something he’s avoiding at all cost. “Nothing,” he says.

Sukuna sighs through his nose, and Gojo rubs his jaw as he looks away.

It’s silent the rest of the way to the club, and when they get there, Gojo perks up like he wasn’t just brooding for fifteen minutes straight. “Wanna hold hands? I don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

“Is it going to be crowded?” Sukuna grimaces. “And we’re going to be the biggest things in that room. I’m going to be the biggest thing in that room, don’t lie about losing me, Six Eyes.” Sukuna wipes his palms on his jeans and then steps out of the car before Gojo can defend his own joke.

Gojo gets out after him, closing the door with a pointed huff. “It won’t be crowded. Too crowded. Okay, it might be too crowded by your standards. C’mere tiger, gimme your hand,” Gojo says as he reaches over and makes a grabby hand at him.

Sukuna looks hard-done-by but he steps to him and takes his hand without a fuss. It surprises Gojo as much as it delights him. Then he gets a venomous glare, and he drops Infinity as fast as he can. “Habit, don’t be mad—”

“Keep it off. I’ve got you.”

Gojo’s chest tightens and he clears his throat before shrugging playfully. He has to forcefully lighten his mood. “Big strong sub protects Daddy Dom.”

“You can’t seriously be a Daddy Dom?” Sukuna makes a frankly disgusted face and Gojo is caught between laughing and being offended.

“What is that supposed to mean? What if I am?” he laughs, trying to stay serious as they head toward the doors.

“Yeah, no. I know enough to know you’re a service top at best. Soft Dom.” Sukuna rolls his eye, the lower one closed so he doesn’t freak out the public.

Gojo puts his free hand on his chest as if he’s scandalized and then chuckles. “Bingo-bango. I don’t really give daddy vibes. Too… authoritative? Yeah I think that’s it.”

Sukuna grunts in affirmation and they show their ID at the door to get in. “I honestly thought you were more of a brat.”

“Oh I was in high school. And like, I get the vibe of being bratty. But I wouldn’t say I’m a brat. I know that no one could ever tame me, so why beg for it by being a whiner?” Gojo jokes.

“I might be a switch like you,” Sukuna says absently.

“Huh?” Gojo looks at him as they step through the little entryway. “Epiphany?”

“Do you really think I can’t tame you?” Sukuna gives him a challenging look.

Gojo stares at him through his sunglasses before taking them off with a stiff nod. “Noted. Loud and clear. Let’s see how tonight goes, and then we’ll uh… play around with it.”

Sukuna squeezes his hand and Gojo feels his brain fizzle out a bit. He clears his throat and brings them into the red lit room. There’s seating all around a wide central stage. The spotlights aren’t on yet, but the crowd is mingling. Some people are sitting close together, hands on each other's laps, or playing with their hair. Some are playfully tugging on little collars, or making out in their booths. Some people are dressed in leather gear, some have barely any clothes on at all.

Sukuna’s hand squeezes again, and when he takes an involuntary step closer to Gojo, it has Gojo’s heart stuttering in his chest. “God you’re cute. Come on, let me get you a drink and then we’ll get a seat.”

With a small exhale, Sukuna nods and follows after. His focus seems to pivot around them. He focuses on couples. On some that are playing little scenes, some that are just casually chatting, and others that are getting almost too handsy.

It’s a lot, so Gojo doesn’t distract him any more than he already is. When they get to the little bar, Gojo gets Sukuna a whiskey neat. “You seem like a, taste the alcohol and the aroma, not the water or the chaser, kind of guy.”

Sukuna looks back at him, and to his credit, doesn’t look overwhelmed yet. He nods, clearly appreciating Gojo’s insight. “Good choice.”

“I know,” Gojo chimes, winking at him as he takes the glass when it’s handed to them. Sukuna looks a bit lost for a moment, but follows as Gojo heads off toward a small booth in the back. They’ll still see the stage well.

When they sit, Gojo makes Sukuna slide in first and then follows and sits a bit closer than normal. It’s cloying to be in the bar without infinity, but he wants to make Sukuna happy. “Here,” he says with a smile as he hands him the drink. “Do some more people watching, you creepy weirdo.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Sukuna retorts as he takes a sip. His eyes roam around the room. “Do people usually leave you alone?”

“Hell no, but you’re scary,” Gojo laughs. “I know a few people here actually, which is nice. It’s not always like that. City’s huge you know? But no, they can probably read the room. The ‘I’m new and freaked out, don’t touch me or look at me’ thing you have going on.”

“I do not—” Sukuna argues, eyebrow furrowing deeply.

“Do too, you look so mean all of the time. I’m just used to your face. I know when you’re just being a cutie-patootie,” Gojo teases.

Sukuna gives him a dirty look. “You’re annoying. We’re here to do kink stuff, and you’re just being a prick.”

“I’m being myself to get you to relax and stop being so nervous, and get back to your natural state of confident indifference,” Gojo notes with a raised brow.

Sukuna doesn’t seem to have a response to that, so he shuts up and drinks more of his whiskey. His eye catches on a couple. One is talking into the other’s ear and playing with their hand on the table. Running their fingers along the other’s palm and up their wrist. Gojo watches to see what has Sukuna’s attention, and he leans closer as he does.

Sukuna tenses for a moment, but then relaxes. Gojo takes it as a go-ahead and he props his chin on Sukuna’s shoulder and draws little patterns on his arm. “You want to try giving up control, right? Would you like me to make decisions for you tonight? Or just take the lead on situations?”

Sukuna blushes, and Gojo almost misses it with the red lighting. Score. He thought the blushing might have been lost to him after the brief switching stunt. But it’s back. “Take the lead here. Make decisions later tonight if it goes well.”

“In bed?” Gojo hazards. “Test run here by getting handsy and bossy, and then level up when you bring me home?”

Sukuna seems displeased at the phrasing, but he nods. “If I bring you home.”

“Yeah,” Gojo corrects himself, even if they both know what’s going to happen. “But that sounds about right?”

Sukuna mulls over his drink for a minute and then nods. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.”

“I’m just happy you won’t knock my teeth out over it,” Gojo jokes dreamily.

“Don’t make it weird. You want that, don’t you?”

Gojo laughs and pats Sukuna’s chest gently. “That’s for later. Now, the show is going to start soon.”

“God you’re a freak…” Sukuna grumbles.

“Says the guy whose dick just twitched in his pants,” Gojo says, smug.

“How did you…?” Sukuna looks bewildered for a moment before he huffs.

“I didn’t until you said it. Nice. I always knew our sparring was foreplay.” Gojo rubs his cheek on Sukuna’s shoulder.

Sukuna just groans and watches as the couple start setting up on stage. The woman is in a bodysuit with cutouts, and the man is hooking up pretty red ropes. They go through a few hooks overhead, and then the two talk to each other quietly.

Gojo knows the woman, she’s a regular, and likes the lifestyle. Less about sex, more about the control in her everyday life. Something about a stressful job, and liking to find someone she can trust and let go.

He glances at the side of Sukuna’s face and notes that he may be the same. To an extent. A high profile sorcerer, always forced to be on his game. Stressed and tense, and he just wants to give in. Gojo really is lucky if Sukuna gives him the reins.

As the lights dim further and the spotlight turns on, the couple on stage begin. The man puts a blindfold on the woman and then starts weaving the red rope around her. Gojo shifts a bit closer to Sukuna as the man’s attention is rapt. He lets him watch in silence for a few moments before he leans in.

“Would you like it if I put my blindfold on you?” Gojo mumbles in his ear, hand still on Sukuna’s arm.

Sukuna inhales deeply, trying to turn to look at him. Gojo makes a small noise and takes his jaw in hand. “Look at them,” Gojo corrects him. His tone brokers no argument, but he’s almost hesitant, waiting for the shoe to drop and Sukuna to decide he doesn’t like it.

He’s never been this nervous before. Sukuna really brings out the best and worst in him.

Sukuna looks at the stage and nods once. “I would,” he answers, and Gojo almost forgets the question before he catches up. The way Sukuna’s voice lowers has him struggling to form a thought.

“I’d touch you anywhere I wanted and let you enjoy the feeling. Let yourself lay back and enjoy every little brush of skin,” Gojo says, continuing his little fantasy as the red ropes are bound in intricate knots around her chest and arms.

Sukuna swallows thickly and his fingers flex on the table, the other hand clenches his glass a bit too hard before he puts it down carefully.

“Would you like to be tied up, Sukuna?”

Sukuna shifts in his seat and his nod is so small that Gojo almost misses it. He feels it more than sees it, and his pants get tighter immediately. It’s a small thing, and yet it has Gojo aching for it. Sukuna has no idea what he does to him…

“I need you to say it,” Gojo mumbles, reaching around to play with Sukuna’s hair on his nape. He’s practically hanging off of the larger man’s arm.

“Yes,” Sukuna says, voice rough. He has to clear his throat, and he almost looks over at Gojo again. To his credit he remembers what Gojo said and he stays looking forward. “Only my hands at first.”

Gojo hums in response and nods. “To each other or to a bed frame? Either way, you wouldn’t be allowed to touch me back.”

Sukuna exhales softly and he nods. “Bed frame.”

Gojo smiles and he looks at the couple again. “Do you like praise?”

There’s a moment of pause as Sukuna thinks. “I’m not sure. If you patronize me I’ll kill you,” he adds.

Gojo laughs, leaning in and giving Sukuna a barely there kiss on his cheek. Sukuna stiffens but then he melts into the touch. “Do you like to give praise?” Sukuna asks.

Gojo hums and haws quietly and nods. “I think I’d like it with you.”

A comfortable silence settles over them as the show proceeds. There’s a warmth between their bodies that Gojo’s not used to, and he wonders if Sukuna always runs hot, or if he’s especially warm because of his current company.

“How do you like it?” Gojo asks.

“It’s beautiful. Like a painting,” Sukuna answers honestly. The woman’s legs are being tied, and her arms are crossed behind her back. The main harness of ropes is attached to the suspension system, but she’s not raised yet.

“You can look at me now. Did you like that?” Gojo asks sweetly. He knows Sukuna did, the way he listened is proof enough.

Sukuna turns to look at him, and Gojo is surprised by how wide Sukuna’s pupil is, how much information he must be taking in. “I did. Keep going.” His tone is assured, and it emboldens Gojo enough that he gives Sukuna a giddy smile. And wiggles in his seat happily.

Gojo starts playing with the collar of Sukuna’s shirt, plucking at it as if he wishes it were gone. “Do you want me to hold you down? Or would you prefer I command you down?”

Sukuna’s chest rises a small amount, as if seeking the touch. “Do the second, resort to the first.”

Gojo grins. “You’re going to fight me on it? You want my commands and then to balk? For me to prove I’m worthy to make you kneel?” It has his blood running hot.

“Yes…” Sukuna agrees, voice ragged.

Gojo whines softly and presses his forehead on Sukuna’s shoulder. It gets a laugh from the man, small and surprised. “That got you?”

“I want you to kneel so bad, Sukuna. If you want to play to get it, then I’ll put you in your place. I’ll bring you somewhere remote and fight you until you’re under me.” Gojo looks up through his lashes at Sukuna, their eyes meeting. Sukuna swallows and huffs.

“How long have you been horny for me?” Sukuna asks him, a rather knowing look in his eye.

“Honestly, since high school…” Gojo says with his lips puckered.

“We’ll do that another time then. Tonight we’ll…” Sukuna clears his throat and looks back at the stage.

Gojo follows his line of sight and then looks back at his profile. “I want to make you feel good tonight. Show you what it’s like when someone takes care of you.” It’s more serious than Gojo was going for, but he doesn’t retract it.

Sukuna hums and nods. “And here I thought you were terrified of emotional connection,” he says wryly.

Gojo grunts in disapproval. “Am not.”

“Sure.”

“I’m not scared of emotional connection! We already have it, so I don’t need to worry about it,” Gojo says with a pout.

Sukuna looks at him and raises his eyebrow. “Point, proven.”

Gojo blinks and then laughs at himself. “You win this round, Ryoumen,” he says dramatically. The woman is now being suspended by the hooks on the ceiling, and Gojo watches the way the ropes dig into her skin, the little red marks. The knots aren’t too tight, and she seems comfortable. It’s a nice show.

Sukuna is quiet as he watches, but he finishes his whiskey. “We’ll leave after the performance is done,” he says.

“I kind of knew you wouldn’t talk to anyone else, but I’m glad you like the shibari at least.” Gojo shrugs. He counts it as a win.

“I like you more, so that’s enough of this. I don’t need the smell of sweat, leather, and sex. I just need you.” Sukuna speaks in a way that’s so romantically plain and to the point that Gojo just gapes at him for a second.

“My dick just grew three sizes, oh my god,” Gojo says, smitten.

Sukuna scowls. “As long as you manage to keep it in your pants until we get back to my place.”

“I’m slanging it right as we get in the door—” Gojo continues, just as dreamy.

“You’re such a headache.”

By the time the show is over and they’re at Sukuna’s door, Gojo’s vibrating out of his skin. He’s been good, and didn’t even paw at the man in the car. Even if his thighs in those jeans are to die for.

Sukuna unlocks the door and ushers Gojo inside first. Before he can even enter fully, Gojo grabs his face and crashes their mouths together hungrily. It’s desperate, and Gojo moans into it. He feels Sukuna’s soft lips, the warmth from him, the way he molds to Gojo’s own, but not too much. He’s firm and holds his own. Gojo presses closer, mouth opening to suck and nip at his lips slightly.

It gets a small moaning curse from Sukuna, but he kisses him back, trying to keep up. Their teeth clack once, and Gojo laughs breathlessly into it as he yanks Sukuna further into the apartment. The door closes behind him. Gojo uses his technique to do it and it gets a puff of breath through Sukuna’s nose in response.

Finally Gojo pulls back and he grins up at him. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long, fucking hell.”

Sukuna looks a bit dazed and then he snorts. “And yet you never took a chance, huh? Typical. Risk taker on everything that doesn’t matter—” Gojo cuts him off with another kiss, slamming him against the door as he does.

This time their mouths are open, and Gojo’s tongue presses inside. He tastes him, tongue gliding along Sukuna’s teeth before popping back to grin at him, smug. “Says the guy who wanted it just as bad and never said anything because he was too shy to ask for a pounding.”

Sukuna grunts and kisses him again, but he bites Gojo’s lip in retaliation. “I stayed away from the resident fuck-boy and didn’t want to just be a conquest. Actually.” His tone is sickly sweet as they kiss again and again.

Gojo pauses and he pulls his head back, a hand covering Sukuna’s mouth to keep him from kissing again. And talking. “That’s the real reason?”

Sukuna stares at him, unimpressed until Gojo moves his hand. “Yeah. Of course it is, you prick. Sex is a game for you, and it’s not for me. I just…”

“What changed?” Gojo asks, hands sliding down to gently cup the sides of Sukuna’s neck and jaw.

“You finally realized I was looking at you,” Sukuna says honestly.

Gojo stands there stupidly for a second and he makes a face. Somewhat like a frog. “I thought I was solving a puzzle, and the whole time you were horny and just giving in because I finally realized you had the hots for me?”

“That sounds about right. Shoko owes me money.”

“But you were so recalcitrant!” Gojo argues. “You blushed and were all ‘don’t look at me, I’m not horny, it’s just bad sleep.’”

Sukuna blushes again and looks away.

“Is it because I worked for it?” Gojo asks, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging.

Sukuna grumbles and covers his eyes with his hand. “You’re impossible.”

“And you talk a big game, but are actually a shy guy under that tough exterior,” Gojo coos. “I really need to fuck you into the mattress…” he sighs happily.

“So you keep saying…” Sukuna grumbles as he peeks out from under his hand. Gojo smiles at him and it’s softer than he means it to be. It’s reflected in Sukuna’s eyes, and then he relaxes.

Gojo leans up and gives him a soft kiss, one hand in Sukuna’s hair and the other on his chest. He grips the loose white fabric and he pulls him down further. “Then let me do it, tiger,” he whispers, lips brushing together as he speaks.

Sukuna shudders and then grins, flashing a toothy smirk. “I’m all yours tonight.”

Gojo would ‘whoop’ in excitement but he knows that Sukuna won’t appreciate it. Instead, he rests their foreheads together for a moment, looking into his eyes quietly. “I’ll take care of you, just relax, okay?”

Sukuna stares right back at him and then he nods minutely. Gojo takes his hand and drags him down the hall impatiently. “I almost teleported us into your bedroom…”

“Too eager to walk?” Sukuna hums, amused.

“I only didn’t because you’d make fun of me,” Gojo snickers as he drags Sukuna into the room. It’s the same as it was the last time Gojo was here, but now he can appreciate everything a bit more. Later though, because for now, he has a better subject to study.

“I would, yeah,” Sukuna says just as Gojo pushes him back toward the best. Sukuna looks a bit wary as he lets the back of his knees hit the mattress and then bend. He lowers, eyes locked with Gojo’s.

It’s intense, almost as if Sukuna’s the only man in the world. The only thing that Gojo can see. In all of the entirety of the universe, it’s only Sukuna for right now. For tonight. Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath as Gojo stands back and strips his shirt off.

Gojo grins as Sukuna’s eyes track the expanse of skin, and he crowds into his space. “Like what you see?”

“I’ve seen you shirtless before, cocky bastard,” Sukuna laughs, but it’s breathy as he lifts up his hands.

Gojo sucks his teeth and tuts. “Hands on the bed. No touching unless I say so. Be good for me, alright?” His tone is firm, caring in a way that’s reminiscent of when he’s training his students. Sukuna’s hands drop like bricks and his eyes widen.

Gojo runs his hands through Sukuna’s hair and he steps up close between his legs. He tilts Sukuna’s head back so he’s looking up the expanse of his bare chest and to his face. His throat presses against Gojo’s ribs and he’s held in place gently.

Then Gojo yanks on his hair and cranes his head even further back. “Open your mouth,” he says quietly. His pants are tight and he indulgently grinds his hips forward into Sukuna’s chest.

Sukuna’s eyes droop almost fully shut and he opens his mouth obediently. The rosy, wet, pink of his tongue catches Gojo’s eyes and he stares down for a moment. Then he arches over him and drops a glob of spit into his mouth. “Swallow.”

Sukuna doesn’t look surprised, instead, his main eye rolls back, fluttering shut. His lower eye is boring a hole into Gojo’s soul and it makes him grin. “Good,” he commends Sukuna before he steps back and claps his hands once. “Take your shirt off and lay on your back, feet still on the floor. Bring your hips to the edge of the bed. Okay, handsome?”

Sukuna’s breathing harder than Gojo’s seen him do anywhere other than the battlefield with him, and him alone. He takes pride in the fact that he’s the only one who can make Sukuna sweat. Sukuna peels his shirt off and tosses it aside, mesmerized by Gojo’s eyes as he shifts himself and lays down.

Gojo smiles at the way his pink hair fans out on the black silk blankets. “God, you’re beautiful…” he mumbles reverently.

Sukuna’s cheeks darken and he shakes his head fondly. “You’re a handful, you know that, right? I’m glad you’re not like this everyday… I think I’d burn up.”

Gojo blinks at him, finally tearing his eyes away from his lips. “Burn up?” he sounds puzzled.

“You’re like the sun, and somewhat like Icarus, I’m much too close,” Sukuna says with a small smile.

Gojo gives him a sweet smile in return before he closes the space and drops to his knees. “I’ve never been called the sun. Always the moon.” He starts unbuckling Sukuna’s belt as he rests his cheek on Sukuna’s thigh, pressing a gentle and teasing kiss on the bulge in his jeans.

“The moon controls the tides, quiet in its intensity and power. The sun creates and destroys with its essence. It doesn’t apologize for its existence. It burns up people that are too close, but nurtures those at the perfect distance,” Sukuna says, voice just above a whisper.

Gojo pauses with Sukuna’s open belt in hand and he looks up. His chest hurts from the squeeze and he feels his own cheeks heat up. “What a romantic…” he marvels. “I’m the sun and you’re my moon then? Most people would think the opposite when they look at us.”

Sukuna braces up on his elbows and nods, chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “That’s the point isn’t it? Equals.”

Gojo is quiet as he looks at him and then he chuckles softly. “Saying all that while your dick is in my face. Fuck I’m doomed…” he mumbles to himself as he unbuttons Sukuna’s pants. He’s in deep, and he thinks that Sukuna as the moon, controlling the tides, is apt right about now.

Sukuna laughs, but it switches to a moan when Gojo slides his jeans down and off. Gojo looks at the weight in Sukuna’s boxer briefs and he whistles, impressed. “Hot, romantic, and hung? I’m so fucking spoiled,” Gojo says with a triumphant grin.

He rubs a hand over Sukuna’s length, the fabric between them. The heat radiates, and Gojo’s eyes fixate on the trail of hair leading from Sukuna’s stomach and to his waistline. He leans in and kisses the soft hairs just below his belly button. Sukuna sucks in a breath and arches his hips as Gojo grinds his palm on him slightly.

His mouth moves lower, kissing and nuzzling his nose in the curls of ragged pink hair. It’s coarse, but pleasant. It smells just faintly musky and it has saliva pooling under Gojo’s tongue already. He doesn’t notice how Sukuna reacts, too caught up in the sensations. He pulls Sukuna’s underwear down and moans desperately as his cock is freed.

Gojo presses his face into his groin, mouth by his balls and he moans again. He hums with a deep inhale, and then he mouths at the tender skin of his sack. Sukuna’s returning moan is heard this time, and Gojo slides a hand up his adonis’ belt and to his abs. He lays his palm flat as he sucks one of his balls gently into his mouth.

Sukuna’s cock twitches, but Gojo doesn’t move to it yet. He rolls his tongue around his balls, taking one, and then the other into his mouth, and then he sucks a small kiss at the base of his cock, on the soft skin between the two.

Gojo finally glances up as he runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of Sukuna’s cock, his fingers deftly holding it in place for himself. He meets Sukuna’s eye, and he exhales in a rush of arousal when he sees the look on his face. Sukuna’s cock twitches against his cheek and his face is flushed.

“I haven’t even gotten to the good part, and look at you,” Gojo coos, rubbing his cheek up and down the thick length of Sukuna’s cock.

“Do you do this with every cock you suck?” Sukuna asks, voice clearly strained. “Because if so, how are you single…?”

Gojo laughs, delighted, but he doesn’t answer. He’s not like this with everyone. This is a first for him. He hasn’t been so spellbound in years. Everything about Sukuna’s body enchants him, and he’ll make sure he knows it. He’ll make sure he feels it.

He swirls his tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum at the tip as he does. “Tell me when you’re about to cum, and keep your hands to yourself,” he says as he finally closes his lips around Sukuna’s cock.

Sukuna’s hips buck involuntarily, but he grunts, seemingly apologetic and he stays still afterward. Gojo smirks around his girth and makes a ring with his fingers. He holds Sukuna’s base firm as he pulls back to spit down onto him. He flutters his lashes as he sinks lower again. He pulls back to the tip, and then lowers again. And again, and again.

Sukuna’s trembling as Gojo’s lips meet his fingers almost effortlessly. He doesn’t even gag. His throat flexes and tightens around Sukuna’s length and Gojo exhales calmly through his nose.

Gojo moves his hand away, bracing it on Sukuna’s thigh and he lowers to the hilt smoothly. His nose presses into Sukuna’s pelvis and the man makes a desperate noise from above. He curses, voice rough. “Satoru—”

With a triumphant swallow, Gojo slowly pulls back until just his tip is in his mouth. He glances up innocently and then smirks. Without waiting for Sukuna to catch his breath again, he deep throats him with a low moan of his own. The hand on Sukuna’s thigh slips down and he grinds the heel of his palm onto his lap for the friction he needs.

Sukuna curses again and the next time he says Gojo’s name, it’s a whine. Gojo’s cock throbs at the sound and he starts bobbing faster. Each one is just as deep, and as he moves faster, he gags once or twice.

Each time his throat spasms, Sukuna’s thighs tense, threatening to buck up, and he moans loudly. Gojo likes how noisy he is, and he hopes it’s only because of him. That he’s not like this with anyone else.

Sukuna mumbles something that Gojo can’t quite make out, but he understands as his body starts to tense. Gojo pulls off and squeezes around Sukuna’s base to stave off his orgasm. He gets a vehement curse and Sukuna flops his head back on the bed.

“You’re doing so good, not fucking my face. Not even grabbing my pretty hair,” Gojo purrs, licking the tip a few times when he knows Sukuna’s not at the edge anymore.

“Satoru, fuck, let me cum,” Sukuna begs, breathless. His arousal makes him shameless.

Gojo smiles up at him. “I’m going to edge you until I’m inside.”

Sukuna grunts at him but he nods a few times before he tries to relax. “Lube is in the drawer,” he says. His displeasure at not getting to cum is evident in the way he grits his teeth.

Gojo smirks. “Can you grab it for me, tiger?” Just to see him squirm.

With a sigh, Sukuna shuffles on the bed and reaches into the drawer. As he does, Gojo takes his own pants off, eyes on Sukuna’s body and the way his muscles move. “Can you bring those arms out whenever you want, by the way? And the mouth on your tummy, I can see the line. Is it like your eyes?”

Sukuna looks at him as he shuffles back into place, handing him the lube. The mouth opens with a rough exhale, the tongue lolling out on his lower stomach.

Gojo’s eyebrows raise and before either of them can think any better of it, he crawls up and he kisses it. He opens his mouth and sucks on the lips, nipping gently, and then when the tongue clumsily moves closer, he sucks it into his mouth.

Sukuna makes an odd noise, but Gojo doesn’t bother looking up, too busy making out with the large, wet, muscle. It moves slowly, but Gojo likes the taste. It’s different than Sukuna’s main mouth. More primal. There’s a hint of something akin to blood, and Gojo doesn’t have to ask if Sukuna’s kept awake at night, craving it the way he does in his nightmares. He knows he does.

“I— fuck I can only do the arms with expended cursed energy. Satoru, you’re a freak,” Sukuna mumbles almost in awe.

Gojo finally breaks away from the messy kiss, spit on his cheeks. “Huh? Didn’t you know that?”

Sukuna snorts a laugh and leans back, an arm thrown over the top half of his face. “Silly me. Yeah, go ahead.”

It gets a playful kiss on the tip of the tongue in response, and then Gojo lowers again, popping the lube open. “Shame about the arms, maybe next time. I don’t want cursed energy right now. If I’m not allowed, neither are you. Now keep your hands above your head. Hold onto the headboard, kay?”

Sukuna huffs but obeys. His dick twitches needily against his hip and Gojo watches it.

“Can you suck your own dick if you lean over?” Gojo asks as he lubes up his fingers. He kisses the inside of Sukuna’s muscular thigh and it works in getting the man to spread them wider.

“Yeah, makes for easy clean up if I aim right,” Sukuna says with a soft sigh as Gojo kisses the base of his cock again.

“You jerk off into your own belly mouth?” Gojo mumbles, his cock throbbing at the mental image. “Shit, I hope you let me back in your bed…” As he speaks, his hands gently spread Sukuna’s cheeks apart and he circles his rim with a lubed finger.

His lips leave barely there kisses along Sukuna’s length as he slowly prod at his hole. It’s tight. Unbearably so. It has his mind fogging in anticipation. Gojo knows that Sukuna can take a little pain. That he would probably like it if Gojo shoved inside. If he made him bleed.

But he promised to take care of him tonight.

“Shut up and I’ll consider it,” Sukuna says, voice barely above a whisper. His thighs fall apart and his cock leaks a pearly white drop of precum onto Gojo’s cheek.

“My lips are… sealed,” Gojo jokes just before he takes the head of Sukuna’s cock back into his mouth. His middle finger pushes past the first ring of muscle right as he does, and he suckles to distract him.

The sound Sukuna makes is delicious. A soft sigh, with an edge of impatience that Gojo was waiting to hear. He slowly thrusts in and out, curling to stretch him as he bobs shallowly. He doesn’t take him as deep as before, swirling his tongue when he feels his walls clench up too tight.

It’s a careful dance between getting Sukuna to relax, and having him clench down in arousal. Once or twice, Gojo glances up as he presses in to the last knuckle and he watches Sukuna’s chest heave. He pops off his cock, jerking him leisurely as he does. “I bet you thought I’d do this fast and easy,” he smirks when he notices that Sukuna’s eyes are particularly hazy.

“D-don’t stop,” Sukuna says instead, voice strained as he arches back and moans softly.

Gojo’s eyes widen and he curls his finger again, finding his prostate accidentally. He really is the luckiest man alive, and this time, he keeps his mouth shut about it. His hand slows on Sukuna’s cock, but he adds a second finger, transfixed on the view up Sukuna’s body.

He can see the way his chest moves, how his nipples are pebbled, how both of his mouths are open, panting. Gojo starts pumping both fingers with the sole purpose of stretching him. He needs to be inside. It’s almost painful feeling it around his fingers and not his cock.

Sukuna is lost in the pleasure, and Gojo adds a third finger, leaning up on an elbow to look down at him with wide eyes. He follows every movement, every twitch and moan. He barely blinks as Sukuna comes undone under him.

Gojo finally has to stop when he realizes that Sukuna’s close to cumming again. To Sukuna’s credit, when Gojo grips the base of his cock, he just arches his neck back and exhales calmly to let himself down off of the edge.

“Are you ready?” Gojo asks, and he’s almost embarrassed by how strained he sounds. How his need makes his voice crack.

“Yes,” Sukuna says impatiently. “I was ready five minutes ago, you creep.”

Gojo smiles at him fondly and he crawls up his body to kiss his mouth sweetly. “I like watching you, what can I say?”

“Blink next time.”

Without saying if he will or not, Gojo takes the lube again and slicks his cock liberally. He might not be as thick as Sukuna, but he’s longer. He’s never gotten a complaint, and the way Sukuna’s watching his hand glide up and down leads him to believe that Sukuna’s not displeased in the slightest.

Gojo distantly prepares himself to be scolded for going in raw, but he doesn’t care at this moment. “Keep your hands there, and tell me if it’s too much,” he says as he lines up.

Gojo slides the tip of his cock up and down his crack for a moment, enjoying the way Sukuna’s hole clenches. He settles in and with a deep breath from both of them, Gojo presses in. His cock bullies past the tight ring of muscle, and when the flared head finally pops through, they both moan in sync.

Sukuna’s hands clench on the headboard, the wood creaking as his walls flutter around Gojo rapidly.

Gojo whimpers and he mumbles something to try and get Sukuna to relax. It’s too tight. It’s too hot. It’s better than anything he’s ever felt. His arm gives out, and he presses his forehead into the crook of Sukuna’s neck as his hips tremble.

It takes a few moments for Gojo to compose himself, to drag himself away from the edge. He forgot what it was like without infinity. It’s always felt good with it, but it’s never been like this. He forgot what sex could be like. He curses and nuzzles into Sukuna’s collarbones.

Sukuna is breathing deeply as he slowly relaxes and pulses his walls around just the tip of Gojo’s cock. “You going to nut early? All talk, huh?” Sukuna teases him, even if his voice is breathy.

Gojo bites the skin he can reach and he pushes inside slow and steady. “Almost,” he admits. “You feel amazing. The best I’ve ever felt. You’re perfect, Kuna…” he says it a bit more honestly than he intends.

Sukuna makes an embarrassed noise that’s quickly overcome by a moan at being filled up so slowly. He curses instead of responding, and Gojo takes it as a win.

The warmth, no, the heat enveloping his cock has Gojo’s mind blissfully quiet. It’s finally silent and peaceful in his head. There’s no weight on his shoulders, no expectations. Just him and Sukuna.

It’s exactly what he needs, and it’s what he’s always been searching for. With a small smile, Gojo pulls out slightly, and then thrusts in deeper. He does it again, and only stops when he’s fully hilted inside Sukuna’s ass. The ring of muscle at his base is like a wonderful vice grip, and Gojo mumbles a few sweet praises as he shifts to get better leverage on his knees.

Sukuna inhales deeply and sighs on the exhale. Gojo lifts his head and looks down at him adoringly. “Grab the back of your knees and hold yourself open, okay sweetheart?” Gojo says, deceptively calm.

Sukuna’s eyes close and he nods a few times. It’s quick, almost as if he’s glad to not have to make the decision himself. How he’s eager to do exactly what Gojo asks of him. It’s a nice trait to have as a sub, and Gojo kisses his cheek in reward as Sukuna grips behind his knees and opens himself up further.

Gojo puts his hands over Sukuna’s shoulders and braces himself up on them, their hips flush. When their eyes meet, Gojo grins, wild as he pulls out and then slams back inside. Sukuna gasps and his back arches prettily. It’s almost funny to see such a large man be impaled like a sweet little thing, and act the same way as one would.

Gojo starts at a rough and harsh pace, arms tense as he holds himself up. Their skin slaps together, wet and lewd as Sukuna holds his thighs as far open as he can. Gojo’s hips are slight between the meat of Sukuna’s legs, the fat of his ass curving into his hips even like this.

Gojo’s cock batters him, and he makes sure that every brutal slam inside hits his prostate. The first time Sukuna cries out, Gojo’s eyes light up and he focuses on the exact movement he did. He does it again and again, eyes focused on him like the creep Sukuna says he is.

Before Sukuna can beg for it, Gojo shifts his weight and wraps a hand around Sukuna’s cock. He jerks him hard and fast. It’s just as bruising as his thrusts. A grip that would normally have him thrown out of bed. His thrusts are too painful for a normal person. Sukuna can take it.

And with how Sukuna’s gasping and moaning Gojo’s name, Gojo knows he likes it.

“S-satoru, wait— I,” Sukuna gasps, body tensing and locking up slightly. His eyes widen and he starts arching up and then away from each brutal slam of Gojo’s hips.

“You can cum, baby. I won’t get mad. You’re doing so good. I have you,” Gojo coos, hand speeding up on his cock. It’s unforgiving, and he likes the small taste of control he has over Sukuna. He notices Sukuna’s reluctance over cumming, but Gojo is bringing him there anyway.

Sukuna whines and shakes his head, words stuttering over something or other before his body goes taut like a bow string. He snaps and he cums with a shout. Cum spurts over Sukuna’s stomach as Gojo jerks him through it, but then a splash of hot liquid covers Gojo’s hand. He doesn’t have to look down as the piss comes out in a rush as he squirts for Gojo.

Gojo’s hand tightens involuntarily, and he has to let go before he hurts Sukuna. His eyes are wild as piss and cum drip over Sukuna’s chest and stomach. Sukuna has a dazed expression, eyes hazy and lips parted slightly.

It’s enough to send Gojo over the edge with a whimper as he leans down and captures Sukuna’s mouth in a desperate kiss. Sukuna’s mostly unresponsive, too tired from his orgasm, but Gojo doesn’t care. As his cock throbs and jolts deep inside Sukuna, filling him with his spend, Gojo kisses him the way that he should have years ago.

When he breaks the kiss, Gojo rests their foreheads together, both panting heavily.

“I fucked the piss out of you—” Gojo says, amazed.

“Don’t fucking say another word…” Sukuna grumbles, a hand coming up to cover his face.

“You squirted! Oh my god that was hot. Your cock was all—” He starts to make gestures with his hands but Sukuna takes both wrists and gives him a stern look.

They stare at each other for a long few moments and then Sukuna gives up, letting go of Gojo and relaxing into the messy mattress.

“It wasn’t even like, a full piss. It really was just a few—”

“I get it. Stop,” Sukuna groans. “Have you ever heard of an afterglow? You’re ruining it.”

“But you,” Gojo starts again, much too excited. Then he simmers down. “You liked it.”

Sukuna is quiet and then he nods. “I want to try harder stuff. The bondage and the blindfold might be fun…”

Gojo’s dick, still deep inside Sukuna, gives an interested twitch and they both look at each other.

“So… there’s no class tomorrow… do you have any plans?” Gojo asks as casually as he can.

“I do now. Let’s clean up a bit, and then you’re going to get that damn blindfold.”