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Even though more than ten years had passed like this, Gojo Satoru still could not bear the boring monthly meetings with the Gojo Clan. As the head of the Gojo Estate, he was obligated to don traditional attire. So, unlike his usual casual clothing, he was clad in a Montsuki Haori Hakama, sitting for hours in the middle of the room like a porcelain vase while listening to the old men's tedious and monotonous reports, almost as if they were chanting a sutra. Gojo felt as though he could simply tilt his head and fall asleep. Unfortunately, more than a dozen pairs of eyes bore into him, meticulously scrutinizing his every move. There was not even a second for him to be absentminded. He could only remain seated, listening to their tasteless preaching, and nodding from time to time, pretending to be very concerned about their nonstop old trivial matters.
Each time Getou Suguru informed him conscientiously that it was time for the monthly meeting, Gojo would brace himself to endure the torture of such an ordeal, which, of course, would be a whole day of suffering. If he threw a tantrum and tried to escape from the meeting, Getou would uphold his personal orthodoxy of ‘one should be wary of one’s political position and fulfil one’s duties’ and bear the brunt of seizing him. So naturally, when one of the attendants boldly knocked on the door in the middle of the meeting, informing them that Getou-sensei had called with an urgent matter for Gojo-sama, Gojo instinctively raised his eyebrows, wondering if this was some scam by a curse user. Getou, who adhered to a strict moral code, was improbable to make such a presumptuous call to interrupt the meeting.
Gojo was worried something really must’ve happened. He picked up the phone, ignoring the whispers of those around him, and asked nervously, “Suguru, what’s wrong? Has anything happened at the school?”
At the other end of the line, there were some muffled gasps. Getou lowered his voice, as though intentionally concealing or repressing some intense emotion. He spoke, voice barely above a whisper, but Gojo still heard his words very clearly—
“Satoru, I want to fuck you.”
It happened so abruptly that Gojo had not left the room to take the call. He was still sitting in the centre besides two other clan heads and surrounded by a group of old men. They all seemed to unanimously think that Getou was going to convey some important message to him, so they held their breath and did not dare to disturb the conversation between them. That is to say, if Getou had spoken just a little bit louder, everyone nearby would’ve been able to hear his words—Gojo, who realised this, was instantly flustered. He had to pretend that nothing happened. At the same time, he worked to regulate his momentarily disrupted breathing rate, purposefully elongating his tone in a hum to create the illusion of a serious business discussion for the benefit of those around him.
After being stunned by his lover’s straightforwardness, Gojo swiftly regained his composure. He playfully arched an eyebrow and lowered his voice before responding, "So, you called just to tell me this?"
The people in the room had initially attempted to speculate on the nature of the conversation between them with just a few words. However, when they heard Gojo's rather (seemingly) forceful rhetorical question, they were momentarily perplexed and chose not to venture any further guesses. All they could do was continue the meeting, shifting the focus to matters concerning the Zenin clan's responsibilities.
Based on past experience, Gojo was probably wearing traditional attire—a haori that symbolised his status as the head of the Gojo clan, with a noble appearance and a dignified posture. However, he was most likely thrown into disarray because of Getou's words, even his cock had probably stiffened under his hakama. Thinking of this, Getou became even more aroused. He grabbed his cock, frantically stroking himself up and down, and let out a small laugh in response.
It should be known that Getou Suguru was not a person who was easily driven by lust. He would never have said such things in face of the risk of being exposed to the public. However, in this moment he was overcome by an intense longing for Gojo. Getou had been overseas for nearly a month. He rushed back to Japan as soon as the job was done, but before he could see Gojo, he was sent to the Kyoto branch as a substitute teacher. It had been nearly five weeks since Getou had seen his boyfriend and he was on the brink of losing his sanity.
Although they’ve had many conversations over the phone while he was away—some dirty talk, amongst other intimate things—it just was not as effective as being together in person.
Getou, who hadn’t been able to relieve his pent-up desires well for a long time, returned to the home he shared with Gojo. He’d washed up and laid down on their bed, but it hadn’t been long before his mind shifted to memories of his boyfriend’s body. His cock had hardened up to a painful degree immediately. As a result, Getou had decided to use the sex tapes they’d recorded together for relief, hastily stroking his cock, but still helplessly unable to climax. He was growing delirious with lust, so he called Gojo's number in a daze, lying that he had some urgent matter to discuss with him, when in reality he just wanted to listen to his authentic voice, hoping it would somewhat extinguish this burning desire that consumed him.
Getou listened to the sound of his boyfriend’s breathing against his ear and instinctively felt his mouth go dry. He languidly stroked himself up and down, and replied, “Not only just that, of course.”
“What else, then?”
Getou bit his lower lip, staring at the erotic still-frame of his boyfriend in the video tape while imagining Gojo in his haori hakama, trapped underneath him, being used and fucked by him. The imagery made his breath hitch. He swallowed his saliva eagerly and said, “I want to see Satoru masturbating while wearing his haori hakama.”
Gojo still sounded very serious, “Yeah?”
Realizing that his boyfriend was making a great effort to maintain his dignity as the clan head, Getou felt a little itchy and spoke frankly without consideration, “I’m really fond of the way Satoru upholds a ruthless appearance in front of others. It’s really fierce and cute.”
“Satoru-chan should be seated among the Zenin Clan members right now...? They usually hold you in high esteem and fear you greatly. How could they ever fathom that beneath the fierce countenance of the Gojo clan's head, there lies a slutty, insatiable, and lustful little kitten in bed who will be fucked until his eyes roll back, coming untouched, and squirting all over his boyfriend."
The person on the other end of the line remained silent, simply listening attentively, so Getou continued speaking self-indulgently. “I really want to see Satoru-chan playing with himself until he comes, either with his hands or with a toy. Maybe a plug in his ass and a flesh-light on his cock… Just thinking about it makes me excited. It would be very erotic.”
“We haven’t seen each other for so long, Satoru misses me too, right? Did you masturbate? Did you jerk off or play with your little hole?”
“Yes, the former.”
Gojo never wasted words. His indifferent attitude made everyone around him think that he was discussing important matters very seriously with Getou, how could they know he was facing such an obscene question instead.
“Since we haven’t done it for so long, I’m afraid Satoru will be very tight now, right?” Getou laughed softly and continued to pour out such obscenities towards him. “The next time we have sex, it’ll be like fucking a virgin Satoru for the second time.”
Getou stroked himself, his movements unabated and continued expressing his sexual fantasies, “Satoru probably wants it too… when we get home tonight, I will open Satoru up no matter how much your body may resist, and make you feel so good that you will squirt from the front and the back.”
Gojo feigned indifference and responded, “Yes, I fully understand.”
On the surface, judging by only his expression, Gojo looked as though a light breeze had passed him by, unruffled. But in fact his upper and lower teeth were quivering ever so slightly. He could shamefully feel himself hardening under his clothes, the tip of his semi-erect cock gently rubbing against the fabric of his underwear, making him feel a little uneasy. Gojo quietly adjusted his seating posture to hide the unexpected growing bulge. Although he was wearing a kimono, making it challenging for others to notice the predicament his lower body was in, sitting amongst a crowd and secretly having these kinds of urges made even someone like Gojo Satoru feel a bit ashamed.
It was all Geto’s fault that his heart was beating like thunder. Gojo believed that If he stayed in the room any longer, he would inevitably be exposed. He stood up as if nothing happened, ignored everyone’s judging eyes on him, and walked out of the room slowly. Finally having escaped the eyes on him, he stood in the middle of the courtyard and took a deep breath, finding the courage to ask, “What is Suguru doing right now?”
Getou’s voice sounded a little hoarse, worn-out from lust, “I was using my hands, now I’m playing with the fleshlight.”
There was a slight pause before he continued, "I haven't done it in a long time… Without Satoru here, I can’t come.”
He sounded as though he was feeling wronged. Hearing these words, Gojo felt moved and couldn’t help but soften his voice a little bit, “Suguru misses me that much?”
“Hm…” Getou hummed, his tone reflecting a sense of distress akin to a puppy left home alone by its owner. Coquettishly, he asked, “Will Satoru's meeting take long?”
Gojo replied frankly, “Well, it might take two or three more hours.”
"Hm... Then, I shouldn't bother Satoru any further?" Now the puppy sounded even more wronged. Gojo could almost picture a pair of dog ears on Getou's head suddenly drooping.
"It’s okay.” Gojo calmly reassured him. He walked with long strides and snuck into the backyard. Before the attendants paid any attention to him, he snuck into the storage room, which was usually not open and piled up with ceremonial items.
The storage room had not seen the light for a long time, so the air inside carried the faint smell of dust, but Gojo was not so coddled. He casually found a relatively comfortable area and then sat down on one of the taiko drums used during Obon. Afterwards, he explained to Getou, “I excused myself from the meeting and I’m now in the storage room.”
“The storage room?”
“I might be heard in the bathroom, right? So the storage room is better.”
Now that he was in a relatively closed and safe environment, Gojo’s courage rose and the volume of his voice gradually followed. He first joked sweetly with his boyfriend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, chastising him for having a head full of such lewd thoughts, then he laughed and complained, “Suguru, it's all your fault for teasing me so much… I'm all wet and hard."
Gojo's words weren't an exaggeration. His cock hadn't been relieved for a long time and was eagerly spitting out precum, almost wetting the entire inner side of his underwear. Without waiting for Getou to respond, Gojo suddenly decided on his own, “Now, I’m going to take off my kimono.”
“Wait a minute …” Getou tried to stop him hurriedly, “Does Satoru want to do it now?”
Gojo was also somewhat hesitant and felt divided inside, but lust clouded his mind, almost like he was possessed. For that reason, he even took initiative to come to the small and dimly lit storage room, “My dick is so hard right now, but I’m in no condition to play with my ass…though I could give it a try.”
Getou frowned upon hearing this, “Satoru, don’t force yourself.”
"Suguru you talk big, but you obviously want to fuck me in the storage room, right?” Gojo had long been uncomfortably bound by his heavy and cumbersome kimono. He quickly unfastened his jacket and pulled off the rest of his clothing until he was left in nothing but his tabi. "To think you’d drag me to the storage room halfway through the meeting… Suguru is really lustful."
Getou smiled, not one to be outdone, “But Satoru obviously likes it, right?”
Gojo had no intention of paying further mind to Getou's provocations and after finally being freed from his cumbersome clothing, he used his hands to form a circle around his cock, fucking in and out of it. The feeling of relief at finally being able to take care of his needs was great. He sighed a few times in pleasure before replying to Getou, “I didn’t want to have a meeting anyway, so this is perfect.”
Getou listened to Gojo’s intermittent gasps, and his own hands couldn't help but move a little faster. Gojo was too busy taking care of his own needs, refusing to pay any attention to him, so Getou deliberately spoke obscene things in his ear to provoke him further, “The head of the clan will go into heat halfway through the meeting… not even resisting when dragged into the storage room, he obviously likes to be humiliated in public, right? May I ask how Gojo-sama wants me to fuck him?”
Gojo flushed in arousal at those words. He was restrained by his own desire and could only dance to Getou’s rhythm, and in turn, he replied, “I want to be pressed down to the ground and fucked by Suguru.”
"My pleasure~ I will press Gojo-sama down on his family crest patterned kimono and fuck him until he comes? The kimono will get dirty.”
“Uh-uh… then we can only replace it.”
“Then everyone will know Satoru took a break during the meeting so as to get fucked, right?”
When Getou becomes this nasty, he can be absolutely terrifying. Gojo almost came at those words alone and had to use his fingers to block the tip of his cock, holding back the intense pleasure he was about to release. He felt as if a surge of heat was rising inside his head, invigorating. He stammered, “Then Suguru will have to carry me and do it…”
“Satory really likes it—being picked up and fucked by me.”
Gojo was driven so crazy by lust and had no room left for clear thoughts that he started to talk with abandon, “Because in that way, Suguru can go deeper, and I can hold onto you tightly.”
His boyfriend straightforwardly talking about his sexual desires was really too cute. Getou thrusted his waist, vigorously fucking into the silicone fleshlight, imagining it as Gojo’s wet, hot hole. However, this just made him feel more and more empty and dissatisfied. He rapidly moved the fleshlight, shamelessly moaning and panting for the person on the other end of the line to hear. The unusually passionate Getou now sounded somewhat infatuated, “ The fleshlight sucks so tightly... but it definitely can't suck as well as Satoru ’s little mouth...”
"I really like Satoru’s little hole... every time I fuck into it, it feels so good, the vacuum sensation is absolutely top-notch..."
Gojo was similarly insatiable. He was feeling so good, yet he couldn't find the ultimate satisfaction. This feeling was driving him almost insane. He felt dizzy and overwhelmed. While pleasuring himself with his fingers, he fantasized about his boyfriend's large cock, and soon he started involuntarily exploring his long-unused entrance. He instinctively wanted to insert a few fingers. However, without lubrication, the process wasn't easy. It was already hard enough to fit in a finger up until the joint, let alone a whole finger or stretching to accommodate more. Gojo felt so frustrated that he almost burst into tears, “I need to touch there...”
Getou was breathing heavily without restraint, and his rationality quickly went out the window. He completely cast aside the many worries he had minutes ago, to the point of taking the initiative and enticing, “Satoru, you can use your own saliva as lubrication, so go ahead and insert your fingers into your mouth for a while.”
"Mmm…” Gojo agreed in a daze, then took liberty to insert two of his fingers inside his mouth, stirred them around, wetting his fingers with his saliva and licking them in long, slow strokes to ensure every inch was well-coated with a layer of spit. Then, he impatiently moved his wet fingers to his rim before slowly inserting them inside. After successfully being able to insert two fingers, he moved them apart, stretching himself and making room for a third finger to join. Gojo continued to fuck into himself with his fingers, searching for his prostate while using his free hand to relieve his hard cock. The two sensations combined had him seeing stars. He whispered without thinking, "It's so wet inside...did Suguru train my body into one that can self lubricate…”
The absentminded words became the trigger that completely shattered Getou’s sanity. Almost the second Gojo finished speaking, Getou’s lower abdomen grew hot and his cock throbbed, involuntarily coming, until his thick cum completely filled the inside of the flesh light. He continued to move his waist, rhythmically thrusting inside, fully immersed in the pleasure and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.
On the other end of the line, Gojo was drowning in intense pleasure, almost reaching his own orgasm as he mumbled and moaned wantonly, completely disregarding his own appearance of licentiousness. Both his hands were being put to work, one busy acting as a thrustable hole, diligently serving the burgeoning desire in front of him, while his other hand was mostly inside him, stirring and thrusting with vigor. Gojo’s index and middle finger are relatively long, effectively pressing against and massaging his prostate, making him delirious with pleasure. It was such a pleasant sensation that he couldn’t stop and only wanted his fingers to go deeper and deeper. In this exact moment, Gojo Satoru inevitably falls into the role of a whore, wrapped up in his own desires, thinking only of his boyfriend's thick cock, as if he can't live without it.
After his orgasm, Getou became sober-minded, feeling peaceful and free from desire, and finally decided to take care of his boyfriend’s needs. Gojo had turned on hands-free mode, so at this moment all the small sounds such as the rustling of the clothing rubbing underneath Gojo, as well as the squelching and snapping sound of flesh hitting flesh, could all be heard clearly by Getou. Gojo thrust his three fingers even deeper inside himself, while expertly manoeuvring his other hand to rub and knead the head of his cock. The pleasure was becoming intense to the point of deliriousness, and Gojo could feel himself reaching the peak. When he finally came, the soft flesh of his rim and layers of the inner wall also seemed to be pulsing, desperately sucking and contracting, and quickly swallowing his fingers deeper inside. Although it hasn't reached the blissful level that Getou implied, It was amazing to be able to achieve this level of orgasm with just his hands since there are very few opportunities for them to come together by masturbation alone. Gojo collapsed on the ground, trying to even his breathing, feeling like his thighs were cramped.
It could be said, this was a really enlightening orgasm!
They remained silent for a while. After a short time, Gojo came back to himself, and Getou began to speak, "You can become like this just by playing with yourself? How lewd, Satoru.”
Gojo panted lowly as he casually wiped his spit and spend onto the clothing underneath him, ruining the expensive and heavy kimono into a wrinkled and sticky mess. Thinking that the meeting would continue next, Gojo sighed, "I'm so tired...why don't I just run away and go home..."
Having satisfied his desires, the bastard on the other end of the line climbed back to his moral high ground, “No, Satoru has to fulfil his responsibility as the clan head.”
Gojo was dumbfounded, “So it's Suguru’s turn to lecture me now? Who the hell sexually harassed me first, huh?”
So, Gojo reluctantly tried to hold out until the end of the meeting, but within only about five or six minutes, he broke the rules and activated his technique to teleport back home. He hadn’t seen Getou for five weeks and was about to go crazy.
Tonight, he will make sure to ride Getou’s cock until his hips bruised and even their bed collapses.