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Suguru Geto is just finishing up his day's shift. He's bent over the patient he's going to discharge in a few minutes, signing his name under his file, telling the old man how to take his meds. The poor guy is nodding his head groggily, and Geto isn't sure he is comprehending what he's saying. Geto sighs, shuts the file, and pushes his hair back. He briefly registers how long they are getting. He will need to get a haircut soon. He hears a cough and is startled to see him standing in the door — Gojo Satoru, his co-intern. "So you're here early?'
Gojo snickers. "Yes. Why not? I wanna impress the Yaga". Geto scoffs."He won't be impressed if you're what?" he checks his watch. "Thirty minutes early."
"Hmm. You're right. Your shift is about to end, though. What are you still doing here?" He steps towards the bed closer to the name tag. "Watching over, Mr...Itadori."
"I'm just doing my job," Geto replies gruffly and pushes to move ahead of him.
Gojo grabs his arm. "Wait, don't leave."
Geto's breath hitches. Gojo catches his hair falling over his face and brushes it behind his ear. 'Your hair... they're getting longer."
Geto closes his eyes. There is a flash of memory — Gojo pushing him down, his hair bunched up in his hand...
"I ...don't, don't do this right now."
"I have waited so long...for you to say something."
Geto fidgets, pulling out of Gojo's grip. "I don't want to complicate things anymore. It's better we don't talk about it."
"You know you don't mean it. Just say it, Geto. I'll be good. I'll be so good to you." He's so close, his sapphire blue eyes almost round, puppyish, pleading.
"I have worked so hard to be here. I won't throw it away because...'cause."
"Because you want me?"
Geto is quiet. He stands still, facing the door. "What are you so afraid of. Pleaseeee. I've been tossing all week, staying up because I couldn't forget...I want more Suguru. Once just won't do it for me"
'Why are you so stubborn god." And he crashes his mouth into Gojo's. He is startled, but thrilled, pulling him in, intertwining his fingers in his hair, sucking his lips as if he was starving.
"Wait, wait, oh fuck, Mr Itadori."
'Shut up, just shut up, oh fuck. He has dementia. He can't even remember blinking his eyes." He pushes Gojo against the wall and he sort of crashes into it, immensly pleased by this feral side of his lover. And they're eating each other's faces, their tongues slipping in and out of their mouths, fighting for domination, their bodies grinding against each other.
"Unless you er... have a voyeurism kink which I don't mind btw...just saying in case you don't but we should be quick to sneak off to an empty ward before a nurse catches us in the act." Gojo resurfaces, panting.
"Ungh. Oh fuck Satoru."
Gojo resurfaces, breathing hard, his voice hoarse. "Say it again. Say my name."
"Satoru, Satoru...I missed you so much. Oh fuck, fuck Satoru I can't."He is trying hard not to make too much noise. The empty ward is quiet except for the noise of two of them moaning and breathing each others names between sloppy kisses and harried thumping. "I can't lie Suguru...You are the best thing I've ever had all my life."
"Do you say this to every person you fuck?"
"No. Just who I fuck inside a sterile room."
Geto is clawing on Satoru's back, crinkling the perfectly ironed shirt of his scrubs. His sweaty black hair are untied and let loose in wet strands around his face. He is holding on to sheets for dear life.
Geto is pushed over the edge. He is coming so much his brains are a mush and he wonders if he will remember anything afterwards. he briefly wonders if this is how Mr Itadori's mind works...
"Thrice in thirty minutes. That's a record."
"Even for you." Geto says.
"Even for me." He pants.
"You'll need a new pair of scrubs." Geto chuckles as he jumps off the bed and starts pulling the scrubs back on.
"My bad, I didn't have them ripped off me."
Geto huffs, tying his pants. "And the sheets too."
"I'll tell Uraume to change them." He throws the condom in a nearby bin, which now has three used condoms in.
"They are going to get suspicious. Twice in a week. And you throw the condoms too."
"Next time I won't use them. I'll cum inside you. Would that be better?"
Suguru blushes and turns away. "Shut your trap asshole."
"You were just squirming beneath me when I said dirtier things in your ear five minutes ago and this is where you draw the line?"
Geto walks out flipping him the finger. Gojo chuckles and follows suit. Uraume will have a tiresome job to do.