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It’s four in the afternoon on a Saturday. He’s off today, but he has nothing to do. Megumi already did his laundry, changed the bed sheets, started the dishwasher—everything. There’s nothing to do, and the one person who would give him something to do (quite literally) is out on a long mission.
This is the first time Gojo has been sent out since they ‘got together’—aka, did the dirty nasty against the side of one of the outer Tokyo Jujutsu High buildings after Megumi exorcised a special grade by himself. They didn’t really ‘define the relationship’ after that (an important thing, according to Nobara), but he and Gojo quickly settled into a new normal that involved pet names from Gojo, toothbrushes in each other’s bathrooms, death threats toward whomever dares to stare at Megumi with hearts in their eyes, and lots and lots of physical contact (of the naked variety).
Changing from their former relationship to partners (boyfriends?) had been the strangest transition in his entire life (which is saying something), but somehow also the easiest. It felt like a natural turn. Like he and Gojo were always on this path—meant to be, or whatever. He tries not to think about feelings too hard, but Megumi definitely feels… things. Being with Gojo just makes sense in a way that most things do not.
But now it’s been over a month since the irritating man left the country, and Megumi has been sick of the peace and quiet since day three. He’s ready for Gojo to come back.
He’s also really horny, like really horny.
The two had only been together for six months, but it only took that short period of time to turn Megumi into some sort of depraved slut. His body is sensitive to the smallest stimulations now, and it only takes a certain type of look from his boyfriend to get his blood flowing south. It’s some sort of ingrained response.
It’s been a month and somehow the dildo Gojo had cast of his own penis that had arrived during his first week away wasn’t quite the same as having the real deal. Even just thinking about Gojo’s dick right now has him at half-mast. Megumi gives his crotch a gloomy glare.
Of course, the sex isn’t all he misses. He just misses all of Gojo. He… brings a lightness to Megumi’s life. He always has. Since day one.
He just wants to hear Gojo’s voice, get his fix to tide him over until the man comes home back. Megumi feels like a lovestruck fool, but somehow the thought doesn’t bother him. Besides, Gojo simps even harder for Megumi than Megumi does for him. If anything he’s the embarrassing one out of the two of them.
Megumi sighs and gives in to his sudden urge, pulling up his call log and clicking on Gojo’s contact. His eyes are always immediately drawn to it, because Gojo had added colorful hearts and sparkle emojis to the beginning and end of his name. He thinks it’s kind of cute, but he’ll never admit that to anyone, especially not his egotistical boyfriend (though he’s sure the irritating man already knows).
It doesn’t even take two rings for Gojo to answer.
“Megumiiii~! I’m glad you called!” There’s a squelching noise in the background and an inhuman shriek.
Megumi pauses. “Hey.” There’s a hiss from the other end of the line.
“What are you doing, baby? I’ve missed you so much.”
“Uh—,” An explosion erupts through the speaker and Megumi is forced to move the phone away from his ear. “Nothing?” He can’t help but add the question mark at the end, confusion coloring his tone. “Are you, um, working, Satoru?”
“Hmm? Oh—yeah. I’m just wrapping up a few loose ends. I finally tracked down another of Sukuna’s fingers, but it attracted a lot of curses to it so I’m cleaning house before I collect my prize.”
Megumi hums, still taken aback that Gojo would answer his phone mid battle. It seems dangerous. But then again, this is Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive—what’s dangerous for regular socerers is different from what’s dangerous for Gojo.
It’s… kind of sexy. Megumi gets a bit of a thrill up his spine. He can imagine it as if he were there—Gojo, casually holding his phone with one hand, and landing death blows with the other. Easily dodging all attacks, not a single hair out of place, not even winded.
Megumi tunes back into the present when Gojo’s voice lowers, fading a bit as he leans away from the phone to speak to someone else. “Stop squirming. You’re interrupting my call with my very sexy significant other. Shut the fuck up.” A crunch. A gargle.
His voice returns. “Tch. You’d think these things would learn after I killed the first five. One second, babe.”
Megumi’s stomach flips and he can feel warmth begin to tingle down his stomach and into his groin. His horniness is making itself known once again, and his dick twitches in interest. Megumi doubts he could will it down if he tried—it has a mind of its own after all. His free hand unconsciously presses down, well and truly popping a boner now as he listens to the one sided carnage happening at the other end of the line.
He pants a little and unzips his fly to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. He fails to hide his needy moan when he presses his palm flat against his length, allowing himself to rub his cock through his briefs in small, short motions.
A momentary silence rings across the line.
“Oh?” A dark, throaty chuckle escapes Gojo even as Megumi hears a crunch in the background. His heart rate increases tenfold. “Does hearing me work do it for you, baby?”
Megumi’s breath hitches and he stops palming his bulge at Gojo’s tone. He sounds thrilled. Is this weird? To be so aroused at hearing his partner go apeshit on some two-bit curses? He supposes the point is moot, though, considering he’s already rock fucking solid beneath his glancing fingers.
“Megumiiiii~” Gojo says in a singsong voice. “I asked you a question, hmmm? Aren’t you going to answer me?”
“It’s… kind of sexy,” Megumi mumbles, embarrassed at being caught, but unable to care much when he is this inexplicably horny.
“Are you touching yourself? Tell me.”
“I—yeah. Yes.” Megumi hisses and grinds up into his pressing fingers.
“Hah, that’s my baby.” Gojo’s voice fades again as he turns from his phone. “Hey! My boyfriend is touching his cock while I murder your friends!”
The shadow user chokes on a laugh (a horny laugh—he’s so fucking horny right now). “Gojo, what the fuck. Don’t tell curses that I’m touching my dick.”
“Awe, don’t be embarrassed, baby. I think it’s cute~ How about you go ahead and grab the lube out of your bedside table, yeah?” Megumi’s heart just about beats out of his chest, his excitement rising as he hastens to follow Gojo’s instructions. “I’ve missed you so much, so what I want you to do is finger your naughty hole open while I finish my job.”
Megumi groans at the words, his hole already clenching on nothing as he strips himself of his clothes. He’s never had phone sex before, but it’s already shaping up to be one of his favorite things. “O-Okay. Will you talk to me—while I, um, do it?”
Gojo coos, but it doesn’t completely mask a loud snap from somewhere beneath him. Megumi’s dick twitches. “Awe, little Megumi-chan’s first phone sex. It makes me so happy to pop all your firsts. Yeah, baby, I’ll talk you through it.”
After briefly fumbling with the lid, he upturns the bottle on his fingers. They’re shaking, but it’s from the anticipation. Megumi is so fucking horny he can hardly stand it—has his dick ever been this hard before? He doesn’t think so. He’s so hard it’s borderline painful.
“Alright, now I need you to put that tight little ass up in the air for me and spread those legs. Imagine I’m there with you, running my hands up the back of your sexy thighs.”
Megumi sets his phone by his face, putting it on speaker with trembling fingers, careful not to let the lube drip onto the screen as he does what he was told.
His hard cock sways as he gets into position. How many times in the last month has he laid on his bed just like this, fingering himself open to the thought of Gojo? But this is different—it’s not wistful desperation that’s driving him, it’s excitement and lust and that empty feeling in your stomach when you’re doing something you’ve never done before.
“You ready, baby?” Megumi makes an affirmative noise that makes Gojo tut. “Now, I need you to be a little more vocal for me. I’m working so I’m going to derive alllll of my pleasure from hearing the noises you’re making~”
Megumi flushes, imagining Gojo right now, kicking the head off of some grade three and listening to him moan and whine while he stuffs himself full. He lets one of his coated fingers circle his rim. “I got it. I’ll… be loud.”
Gojo chuckles. “Damn right. I’ll make you be.”
His heart flips in his chest. How can Gojo not even be there and still affect him so heavily? He presses the tip of his finger to his hole, not entering, but just enough to feel his muscles flutter against it.
“If I were there I’d slide my hands up your thighs until I reached your ass, and spread those pretty, fuckable cheeks apart to get a good look at you. I bet your hole would be winking at me, so excited for me to spread it open.”
Megumi groans, rocking back and wishing Gojo were there, spreading him the way he is saying. “Please, please, please.”
“How about you slide that first finger in, babe? Go until it burns a little. Kind of uncomfortable,” Gojo encourages. Megumi can hear the smirk in his voice even as an inhuman snarl is quickly silenced.
He wets his lips and pushes it in—doesn’t stop until it hurts too much to keep going. He moans aloud at the intrusion. He wiggles his finger a bit and begins working it in and out, working up a rhythm and making sure Gojo can hear his small whimpers.
“Mmm, already taking that finger so well, baby. You’ll be all stretched open for my cock in no time!” Megumi really moans this time, finger buried all the way to the knuckle now and wishing it was actually Gojo there, prepping his asshole for the real deal.
“Satoruuuu,” he groans, “Stop teasing me. You’re cruel—even if I’m all stretched open you aren’t here to fill me up.” It’s been entirely too long, and Megumi is desperate enough to get dicked down that he would do some really embarrassing things… like, for example, fucking himself on his fingers on the phone.
“Hah? You’re the cruel one!” Gojo pouts. “You have the cutest ass and you’re putting your hands and fingers all over it, and in it, right now, and I can’t even touch you!”
Megumi can’t stifle his small chuckle. “Don’t forget I’ve been stuffing my hole with your fake cock everyday, too.”
The strongest sorcerer makes an affronted noise, and Megumi hears screeching, garbled speech being snuffed out in the background. “Is it possible to be jealous of a silicone cast of my own cock? It’s been buried in my cute Megumi-chan’s ass all month, while my own real, neglected cock has been here and totally bereft of Megumi-chan’s ass for weeks!”
Megumi has to stop fingering himself at that as he truly laughs, his full body shaking.
“Whattttt?!” Gojo whines across the line. “Stop laughing at me! My dick doesn’t appreciate it! He’s lonely without his best friend—Megumi’s ass!”
The younger man can’t stop laughing and doesn’t even try to stop his giggles as Gojo continues whining. It’s nice, laughing with Gojo. Having fun while separated by who knows how many countries and bodies of water, even as they’re trying some new way to be intimate.
Eventually, Megumi is able to contain himself.
Gojo sniffs. “Are you quite done?”
Megumi gives the phone a dopey smile. “Yeah. But for the record, my ass misses his best friend, too.”
“Hmph. Yeah, he better! ‘Cause they’re going to be getting reacquainted here very soon!”
At that, Megumi is brought back into the moment, but still warm and smiling as begins working his finger in and out. “Mmm, I’m looking forward to that.”
“Oh, baby—me too. You have no idea.” Gojo’s tone holds a dark promise. “The first thing I’m going to do is tongue fuck that beautiful hole of yours. Eat you out until your legs can’t hold you up any longer and your hole is all sloppy and wet for me.”
“Ah, Satoru—!” Megumi’s finger picks up the pace again, and he stares at his phone, his connection with Gojo. That threat isn’t an empty one, Megumi knows. Gojo’s tongue is magic, and the man loves eating him out—spoils Megumi with it.
“After that I’m sticking two fingers right in there, and you’re going to lay there and take it ‘cause—” There’s a crash and a thump. Megumi hears movement over the line. “God dammit! Baby, I’ll be right back.”
For about thirty seconds, all Megumi can hear are the sounds of battle and Gojo following through with very, very graphic threats. It honestly just turns Megumi on even more.
Gojo comes back to the phone, violent sounds marring the background. “Gods, baby—these curses are so pathetic. I hate them for existing and even more for taking my time away from you.” Megumi’s eyes are rolling to the back of his head as he listens to the squeals and squelches and fucks back onto his finger.
“Okay, sorry for the interruption, but now that that’s dealt with it’s time to add finger number two~” Gojo purrs.
Megumi whines and he can feel tears beading at the corners of his eyes when he pushes the second finger past his ring of muscles. It goes with little resistance, rim still wet and slick from the lube.
“Mmm-ahh! Fuck! It’s not enough—need you here, Satoru!” His fingers aren’t the right thickness, the right length, they don’t fondle his walls the same way.
Gojo growls in frustration. “I know, baby. It won’t be too much longer. I’ll be there to take care of you. Gonna fuck you until you’re an over stimulated mess on my cock.”
Megumi whimpers. He wants that, needs that.
“Add the third one,” Gojo directs him in his sexy, authoritative voice.
It’s only been a minute since he added the second finger, but Megumi gladly stuffs a third finger in. It burns, but it’s a good burn. The minute pain that adds to the pleasure already building in him.
“Okay, baby. You’re all stretched now. Ready for my cock.” Gojo must be getting impatient, he’s hardly adjusted to the additional finger. Still, Megumi whines as he spreads himself open on his fingers, wishing Gojo could be there. “Are you getting close?”
“Y-yes!”
Gojo groans. “Ah, gods you sound so fucked out. I wish I could see your face right now. Is your cock leaking, baby?”
“So baddd, it’s weeping,” Megumi says, opening his eyes momentarily to glance up at himself. The tip is angry and red, and he’s not kidding about it weeping. He watches as a drop of pre falls from his slit and onto the bed below him even as his fingers piston in and out of his ass.
“My baby’s poor cock has been neglected, huh? Why don’t you go ahead and jerk it with your free hand.” Megumi immediately shifts his arm from where it was supporting him, allowing his face to press fully against sheets, and grabs his member, immediately stroking himself.
He moans. “So close, Satoru, so close—!” He can feel a few stray tears trickle down his cheeks and soak into the bed.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
Megumi nods, forgetting Gojo can’t see him. “Nghh—yes!” He thumbs his slit and continues fisting his cock.
Gojo’s breathing is just as wrecked and fucked out sounding as his own when he says, “You know what would feel even better? Use those slender fingers to find your prostate. Pretend it’s me there, pressing into it over and over.”
Megumi moans at the thought, trying to stuff his fingers as far into his hole as he can at this angle. His questing fingers are searching, searching, searching, but he can’t find it.
He’s fully crying now, desperate to cum, chasing his release, but wanting so badly to do as Gojo says. “I can’t—I can’t reach it.” He’s on the verge of sobbing. He wants to find the spot so badly, but he can’t reach from this angle, he can’t crook his fingers the right way—the way Gojo can. “Satoru, I can’t—!”
“Shh, shh,” Gojo hushes him. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” The sound of bones breaking. Megumi’s breath hitches and a whine lets loose as he desperately searches for his prostate. Gojo groans in response. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy—you really like this, huh?” The man asks as more devastatingly violent sounds escape the speaker.
“Yes, yes, please—Satoru, I need you,” Megumi babbles, still urgently exploring his walls as he fingers himself. He can feel drool pooling on the sheets beneath his face. “I really can’t find it, please, please help me, I need your fingers—”
Gojo curses. “I know, just keep fucking those long, pretty fingers in and out. You’ll find it, you’re doing so well, baby.”
“I’m doing a good job?”
Satoru’s breath is getting more labored, and somehow Megumi doubts it’s from fighting the curses. “Yeah, baby—fuck! Yeah, you’re doing so, so good.”
“Tell me I’m a good boy,” Megumi demands, high on the building pleasure.
“Shit, yeah.” Megumi can tell from Gojo’s tone and that the man is just as into this as Megumi, despite not being physically stimulated. And that brings him right to the brink. “You’re a good boy—the best boy.”
Right as Gojo is praising him, Megumi’s fingers manage to brush against that bundle of nerves, and he doesn’t even have a moment to prepare when his orgasm crashes into him like a wrecking ball. He lets out the most filthy sound he has ever made in his entire life and cums so hard that some of it shoots onto his chest and neck.
He strokes himself through his release, fingers still buried inside him. The waves peak and crest, the pleasure lingering longer than it ever has before. Megumi is so blissed out, he can hardly remember what he’s babbling as he orgasms—telling Gojo that he came and that he’s such a good boy, his good boy.
“Wow,” he mutters when he’s milked himself dry. That was intense. “Are you still there?” It feels a bit awkward now, and he drops his hand from his cock and slides his fingers out as he sits upright on shaky legs.
Gojo whistles. “Yeah, babe. That was so sexy~ Maybe we will have to make this a regular thing when I’m gone, I’ve never heard you be that loud before.”
He rolls his eyes and blinks at his phone blearily before picking it up and bringing it to his ear. “I was just pent up,” he murmurs, now a little embarrassed at his noises and needy words.
“Well, I’m taking this as a challenge.” He hears a smack and can picture perfectly in his head Gojo smacking his fist into the palm of his other hand. “I’m going to make you that loud the next time I see you! Take you for a ride, baby~”
A few butterflies erupt in Megumi’s stomach, even as he replies, “Good luck.”
Megumi flops down onto the bed, exhausted, and carefully avoids the area that’s splattered with his jizz as he brushes his sweaty hair off of his face. “So are you almost done? There must be a lot of curses there,” he says conversationally, as if he didn’t just have one of the best orgasms of his entire life.
“Oh, did you think I was still killing them? I think I’m offended, baby. I had killed them all by the time you squeezed a second finger in your slutty little hole.”
Megumi flushes even as he lets out a breathless laugh. His spent cock gives another interested twitch at the confession, but he’s too sated and tired to do anything aside from lay prone on his bed.
“I should have known,” he grumbles tiredly, but there’s a smile on his face. “I definitely thought I heard things past that point, though.”
There’s a chuckle across the line and he hears another intentional crunching sound. “Well, I had to keep you in the moment didn’t I? There are a lot of bodies here with a lot of bones. Just takes a lil’ creativity and some foley work to hold the scene.” His voice gets a little huskier. “Plus, I loved hearing your breathless little sounds and whines when I was over here breaking bodies.” Megumi’s heart flutters a bit. “It had me rock hard. As a matter of fact, I probably could have killed these pathetic fucks with my boner if I had wanted to—that’s how hard I was.”
Andddd Gojo ruined it. Megumi rolls his eyes at that. “Shut up. You’re ruining my afterglow.”
“You have no respect for art, Megumi!” Gojo whines, his petulant tone a complete 180 from his previous one. “And so unappreciative of all my hard work, too!”
“Yeah, yeah, thank you for mutilating the corpses of your victims while you brought me to orgasm, or whatever,” Megumi says with a huff, warmth suffusing his cheeks and blinking sleepily.
“See! That’s all I needed—a thank you!” Megumi rolls his eyes at the man’s antics, yawning a bit and lying boneless on top of the sheets. Gojo pauses. “Aweee, are you tired after coming so hard, baby? You deserve some rest. I’ve secured this finger, so I should be home soon.”
A different, nonsexual, warmth settles in his chest when Gojo says ‘home’. “I can’t wait to see you,” Megumi admits. He isn’t normally so forthright, but the combination of his post orgasm bliss, how tired he’s suddenly feeling, and the sheer length of time it’s been since he’s seen Gojo has loosened his tongue. “Please hurry back…” His words are slurred as his eyelids flutter shut, and he’s barely holding onto consciousness.
The line is silent and Megumi, in his in between state of sleep and consciousness, isn’t sure if Gojo is still there or not.
“I’ll be home before the end of the night tomorrow, I promise. Get some sleep, baby.” It’s as if his body had been waiting for permission, because that’s all it takes before his world fades to black. He won’t remember the next morning if the “I miss you” he heard from Gojo was something he heard in his dreams or not.