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For whom? Ever since that day, it’s been running through my head. What I saw was nothing out of ordinary. A hideous evil, known to everyone. Knowing that full well… I chose to protect them as a Jujutsu sorcerer.
Don’t lose your way.
Don't. Lose. Your. Way.
Don't. Lose your way.
Don't.
The though comes late. He has already lost his way. But no one knows it, not yet. He had ingested all those curses to protect the humans. The monkeys. Part of them. The others were annihilated by one curse he had released on them. It had been glorious, to get all that blood and pieces of bone on him.
Now, back in Jujutsu Tokyo High, blood has dampened his clothes and some of it had leaked on his body. After stripping down of it, he stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on, as hot as he could.
He stays there, long locks of black hair covering his face, the rest of it damp as it rests on his shoulders. His back is scarred, and he feels dirtier than he will ever feel, both inside and outside, as he’s also covered by dust, dirt and sweat.
Steam covers most of his body as Satoru steps silently into the shower. “Hey” he whispers over the water, hands wrapping around the other’s waist until they rest against his hard abdomen. “You look messy. Everything okay?”
Suguru huffs, coming back to reality as soon as he feels those hands that feel like only thing still linking him to the reality he’s supposed to follow. He nods, slowly, as he takes his damp hair back. “Yeah” he lies, tilting his head back until it’s resting against Satoru’s, both of them under the stream of hot water. The dirt over his chest washes off slowly.
Satoru starts to place kisses all over the other’s neck, pulling his hair to the other side to have better access to it. The blood has already washed off, yet Satoru can still feel some metallic flavour on his skin when his tongue drags along one of his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go with you to the mission.”
“Hey, it’s okay” Suguru turns around slowly, until they’re facing each other. Satoru pulls him very softly, until Suguru’s back rests on the cold tiles. “I did well on my own. But I’d rather not think about it. Ingesting curses is not as cool or interesting as it seems from the outside, believe me.”
“I can imagine that. Anything I can do to help?”
He kisses the other before Suguru can answer, and his right hand falls naturally on his flaccid cock. Satoru gives it a few strokes up and down, waiting until it starts to harden to hold it firmer so the strokes can be a bit faster.
“Would you fuck me?” Suguru asks after the kiss in a pleading tone. Satoru only nods, but before he can do anything, he kneels under the stream of water as Suguru pulls his hips a bit forward.
Holding his erection by the base, Satoru puts the tip in his mouth and gives it a few circular licks before he starts moving his head back and forth. Suguru, sighing in both relief and pleasure, lowers the intensity of the water so it doesn’t bother Satoru too much. As soon as his boyfriend increases the speed and depth of the blowjob, Suguru huffs and moans louder, taking his left arm up and back, exposing his dark, hairy armpit, while the other one lands on Satoru’s head.
He grabs several damp locks of his white hair before he starts pulling and pushing his head at his will. Sometimes fast, sometimes only caring about getting deeper on his throat, making him gag and cough and tear, tears that luckily got lost in the water, before easing the intensity once more and guiding Satoru slow, tenderly even. Satoru grabs himself onto Suguru’s thighs, closing his eyes as he let the other take the lead on the blowjob.
However, it’s a relief when Suguru pulls him back further with a grunt. Satoru coughs a couple of times, spitting the excess of saliva before he stands up to kiss Suguru once more.
As Suguru only has his upper back against the wall, Satoru wraps his waist and leads his right hand to his ass crack, caressing it up and down with his middle finger before he slides it inside him. Suguru huffs, holding Satoru by the chin for a last kiss before he turns around again, making the task easier for the other.
He takes both his hands up, pretending he’s tied to the wall or the shower itself, and pulls his waist back all he can. Satoru gives one soft slap to one of his buttocks, splashing water everywhere, before he pulls another finger. And then, after several minutes, a third one.
“Do it already” Suguru begs, opening his eyes as several images of dead monkeys flash behind his eyelids. ‘Not now’, he thinks, pulling his waist back a bit more in a needy claim.
“Won’t it hurt?”
“I don’t mind.” I deserve it, he was about to add, but instead bites his lower lip.
Satoru sighs, obeying because there’s nothing more he can do about his almost-aching erection, tall and lean with a pinkish head. He spits on it and spreads the saliva with his hand even though some water is still falling on his shoulders. This isn’t the most comfortable place they’ve had sex in, but that’s part of what makes it so exciting.
Left hand holding Suguru’s waist, right hand holding his erection by the base, he starts to penetrate him slow but continuously. His glans disappear inside that tight hole he enters with a gasp to which Suguru adds a moan. Satoru’s eyes don’t move away from his boyfriend’s and shoulders, trying to read any sign of pain or discomfort. But Suguru doesn’t move, his ass completely exposed for Satoru, who keeps pushing inside until he finds some resistance.
Suguru hisses and feels a lash of pain attack his back. However — “keep going,” he begs again, for he believes not only he deserves the pain that comes at first with this but because he finds pleasure in that pain. Just like he finds pleasure in massacring monkeys.
With a grunt, Satoru pushes forward a couple of more inches. He feels bad for moaning but that hole that tenses around his dick feels so good he almost feels tempted to pound him even when he’s that tight. But Satoru knows better than that and pulls back the same inches he has introduced just now.
“Ssshh” he whispers, as his left hand moves to Suguru’s lower back to make sure not only he arches it as much as he can, but that he stays in place. “Sshh, baby” and he pulls at once.
Suguru grunts and whimpers and would have cried if he hadn’t just closed his mouth tight, lips pressed one against the other. He also doesn’t want the rest of the place to hear them. His breathing fasten as his muscles tense, his bulky body huffing up and down with each breath as some more tears come to his eyes.
“K-keep going” it’s all he adds again, pulling back with another deep whimper to make sure Satoru’s full inches are inside him. The pain, the friction, the heat — he’s able to process it as pleasure.
“Baby…” Satoru doubts but obeys, pulling back until the base of his glans only to pull forward again, one time after the other, the rhythm increasing slowly. He can feel the hole stretching and dilating around his erection and he has to admit it’s one of the best sensations he had ever felt, which is why his moans are even higher than Suguru’s.
But it’s not enough. Lately, nothing is for Suguru. He pulls back completely with a low grunt, taking advantage of his bigger body to push Satoru back two steps, until he’s the one facing the wall on their left. The shower is small enough for Suguru to push his arms forward and rest them against the opposite tiled wall, so he uses it to take impulse in his back-and-forth swaying.
He goes fast and deep, making sure each sudden thrust back rams Satoru’s full cock inside him, the slow arch it makes brushing past his prostate every time. “Oh, fuck yes!” he screams as his whole body shivers in pleasure, going way faster and harder than Satoru had been fucking into him.
The pain is almost gone, but he’s not looking for it anymore. Not now. Now, he wants all the pleasure that comes after it, and he knows he’s going to get it.
Satoru, who didn’t expect this change of events and doesn’t like to be standing up without doing anything, takes his right hand forward, around Suguru’s waist, until he grabs his cock. It’s as hard as it can be, and he leans forward a bit to rest his chest in Suguru’s back, without stopping his movement, to jerk him off properly.
Suguru’s huffing like an animal, twisting his body in ways that don’t seem natural as he takes one arm back to wrap it around Satoru’s neck. They are now both moving their waists back and forth in a messy way, but never slowing the pace down. Satoru’s head is now trapped under Suguru’s armpit, and he can’t do anything else than lick it, the salty flavour of his sweat already gone with the water of the shower. Suguru rolls his eyes back, and it’s with a deep grunt followed by a moan that he comes against the tiles, as Satoru’s hand keeps masturbating him non-stop.
Coming makes Suguru clench his hole, Satoru fucking it despite the sudden tightness around it. The increased friction and the pressure his cock is receiving are essential to his climax, as he starts to cum inside Suguru without any kind of warning. Suguru lets go of his neck as he finally speeds down, moaning as he feels Satoru’s seeds filling his insides.
As he stands up straight, Satoru wraps his abdomen with both hands as they kiss. Slowly, Suguru moves forward so he can free his now gaping-hole, as he prepares for Satoru’s seed to leak out of it in an almost-constant stream.
They both feel dirtier than when they had stepped in the shower, which was ironic for Suguru considering he was covered in blood and dirt, but that’s the effect on sweat of them. It has been a quick shag, one that feels more like therapy than love, but Suguru likes to think that that’s exactly what allows him to sleep at nights.