Work Text:
Geto approaches the house, this time he enters without hesitation. Walking into the main room he finds Jogo and Hanami on the couch watching TV. The two look at Geto, and he stares back. After a moment Jogo nods his head toward the back door. Geto nodded and walked to the back. Behind the house was a small yard, enclosed by a tall fence. The porch was a basic concrete slab, with cheap lawn chairs strewn about. Cigarette butts litter the ground, despite the three ashtrays on the table. Kenjaku sits in one of the chairs watching two birds fight over some food on the ground.
“I’m not going to let you hurt Satoru again,” Geto did his best to sound stern, Kenjaku was not someone you stood up to.
“Is that so?” Kenjaku doesn't take his focus off the birds he is watching.
“And I’m not coming back.”
“Now that’s a shame.” Kenjaku stands with a glint in his eye.
“Beat me in a fight and you don’t have to come back. I wanna see how far you're willing to go for Satoru Gojo.”
The two men walk off the porch on the grass. Geto keeps his eyes on Kenjaku, making sure to keep his distance. It had been five years since he’d been in a fight and even then he couldn’t beat Kenjaku. But none of that mattered, soon he would be done with all this, for good this time. Then Satoru wouldn’t have to worry, and they could go back to their normal lives.
Fist fights were always how disagreements were handled in the house. Geto wasn’t particularly fond of the system, but considering he won most of the fights, he didn’t complain. This wasn’t something that would be decided with fists, but he knew better than to protest.
Geto swings first and Kenjaku easily dodges. Geto blocks the return punch. The two continue to swing at each other. Kenjaku clearly toying with Geto. With a swift jab, Kenjaku punches Geto in the face. Geto takes a few steps back as Kenjaku lets out a chuckle. Taking a step forward Kenjaku punches Geto in the stomach.
Geto stumbles backward, lungs deflated, gasping for air. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, but as his breathing steadies, Geto starts to feel calm. Spitting the blood out of his mouth, he looks at Kenjaku. Charging forward Geto catches Kenjaku off guard with a feint, landing a direct hit on his opponent.
“Not bad, but you’re rusty,” Kenjaku grins as he wipes the blood off his lip. Lunging forward the two men continued to fight, neither landing significant hits. It’s not long before Kenjaku grows bored. He jumps, kicking Geto in the head and sending him across the yard. Geto begins to stand, only to be pinned to the ground by Kenjaku’s foot. Geto winces as Kenjaku leans forward, applying pressure to his chest.
“Do you think Satoru will miss you when you die?” Kenjaku’s words were smug.
“Would he cry if I dropped you at his doorstep? Let's find out.” Geto cries out in pain as Kenjaku puts all his body weight on his foot. Kenjaku lifts his foot and Geto gasps for air, his lungs grateful for a full breath. It's short-lived as Kenjaku gives Geto a swift kick in the side. He cries out, grabbing his ribs. Kejaku’s face is expressionless as he brings his foot back, bringing it down on Geto’s face.
Gojo is sitting in his living room watching TV when there is a loud knock at his door. He looks in the direction of the noise confused. The knocking turns to pounding and Gojo looks at his phone. No missed calls, so it wasn’t Suguru here to yell at him for “ghosting” him.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Gojo gets off the couch, sauntering over to the door.
“What do you wha-” Gojo freezes as he finds himself face to face with Jogo and Hanami. Overwhelmed by fear it takes Gojo a moment to notice Geto in Hanami’s arm. Unconscious and bleeding, Gojo’s heart sank into his stomach.
“Kenjaku says he’s bored with this for now. And to make sure the kid doesn’t die.” Jogo nods to Hanami and they step forward offering Geto to Gojo. Head spinning Gojo manages to take Geto from Hanami, still unable to take his eyes off the two in front of him. They leave without another word and Gojo rushes to his room to place Geto on the bed. Grabbing his phone, he begins making calls.
Geto wakes up to find himself in Gojo's bed, the older man passed out next to him. He moves only to be met with a sharp pain shooting across his entire body. He groans, from the pain. Gojo immediately turns to face him.
“You’re awake.” Gojo exhales a sigh of relief with his words. Geto’s head was pounding, his memory hazy he tried to put the pieces together. It wasn’t entirely unusual for Geto to wake up sore in Gojo’s bed. Geto starts to sit up, and a stabbing pain erupts from his ribs causing him to cry out as he falls back against the mattress.
“Woah, hey, don’t try to move.” Gojo is over him in an instant, gently brushing the hair out of Geto’s face as he tucks him back into bed. The memories of the fight come rushing back. Kenjaku would get a kick out of delivering Geto to Gojo in his condition like some sort of message.
“How long was I out?” Geto’s voice was groggy and low.
“About 20 hours.” Gojo looks away. “These two brought you to my door and just left.”
“That sounds about right.” Geto pauses.
“Who were those guys?”
“They won’t be bothering you anymore.” The two men spoke in unison.
“Ok…” Gojo decides it's best not to pry.
“Oh! I almost forgot” Gojo grabs a glass of water and some pills off the nightstand. “I had a friend of mine look you over. You have a concussion and a few broken ribs.” He hands Geto the pills, helping him drink to avoid moving. “These will help with the pain. You’ll need to be up for a while before you can go back to sleep.” Gojo stares down at Geto. Geto stares back up at the man, head still pounding. Everything felt distant and fuzzy, he could hear Gojo speaking but couldn’t comprehend the words. Gojo sighs, moving the last piece of hair from Geto's forehead.
“You hungry?” Without waiting for an answer Gojo gets up and walks to the kitchen.
Weeks pass and Geto stays at Gojo’s on strict bed rest. Gojo began working from home so he could look after him. Geto never realized truly how busy Gojo’s work kept him. There were constant phone calls, Geto wondered how he handled it all without snapping. Not to mention all the cooking and cleaning, Geto tries to help but Gojo insists he rests. Bed, bathroom, or couch are the three places Geto is allowed to go. Reluctantly, he obliges, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying having Satoru wait on him hand and foot.
“BATH TIME!” Gojo bursts into the bedroom holding a bowl of warm water and a washcloth.
“Satoru, I can take my own bath.” Geto begins to sit up, wincing as he does so.
“Shut up and lay down. You’re making my bed all stinky.” Gojo dips the cloth in the water and pushes it against Geto’s neck. Muscles relaxing Geto sinks back into bed as the warm water runs down his chest. Geto closes his eyes, humming softly as the warm cloth runs across his sore body. Gojo dips the cloth back in the water and Geto’s body has an instant reaction to the loss of contact. Heat stirring in his stomach, he realizes how long it's been since he’s gotten off. Warm cloth back against his skin Geto hums once more as he melts. Mind at ease he sinks deeper into the mattress as he submits himself to Gojo. Warm water trickles down his side as Gojo wipes his lower abdomen. Gojo watches the man beneath him with a smile, enjoying how much a simple sponge bath is affecting him. Geto lost in a daze, only to be brought back by Gojo’s voice.
“Someone certainly is enjoying their bath.” Gojo grins, looking at Geto before looking back down. Gojo had pushed back the blankets hiding the prominent bulge in Geto’s underwear. Geto was more focused on the fact that Gojo was no longer touching him. His dick twitched, only embarrassing him more. He hadn’t noticed he was hard, too lost in the warm, soft touches.
“I- uh- um-” Geto stuttered, sunk too low to form sentences.
“No matter, you must be cleaned either way.” Gojo slowly pulls down Getos underwear, and his hard dick lands against his stomach with a soft thud. His cock twitched against his skin, begging to be touched. Geto can only watch, silently screaming for Gojo to continue. When Gojo finally touches him, Geto inhales sharply. Warm cloth travels slowly up his thigh as Gojo continues to clean him, each wipe just barely missing Geto’s leaking cock. Geto hadn’t realized but he had started panting, eyes transfixed on Gojo’s hand, each time certain he would finally touch him.
Gojo finally runs the warm cloth along Geto’s shaft, and he moans loudly, his whole body lighting up. It’s embarrassing how pent-up he is.
“Fuck me Satoru” It’s too late to worry about looking desperate.
“I would love to, believe me,” Gojo speaks low in the other man’s ear. He runs the cloth down Geto’s cock once more, causing his body to stiffen.
“But I’m going to lose a lot of money if we re-break your ribs.” Gojo chuckles. However, Geto didn’t seem to find him amusing, nuzzling into the other man Geto whispered “Please?”
Gojo closes his eyes tightly, willing his mind to stay the one in control of his body. Taking a deep breath Gojo stands up, walking to the dresser. Geto whines loudly at the loss of contact, he knows he’s not the only one who’s pent up. Gojo returns to the bed sitting between Geto’s legs. He sets the items from the dresser next to him as he props the other man onto his thighs, just as they were the first night they were in his bed.
Geto groans as Gojo slides a finger into him. Gojo’s finger is cold and sticky from lube, Geto closes his eyes as he relaxes into Gojo’s touch. He lets out an approving groan each time a finger is added. The spell is broken when Gojo pulls out causing Geto to gasp at his emptiness. Gojo smirks as he picks up the toy next to him and slowly pushes inside the man lying before him. Geto tenses and moans as the toy pushes further inside. Gojo pays full attention to each noise Geto makes as he’s filled, each one fills his stomach with lava. Once fully inside, Gojo holds the toy still for a moment, watching as the other man squirms. Geto yelps when the toy is turned on, sending vibrations throughout his core.
“Satoru, touch me.” Desperation drips from Geto’s words.
“Ask nicely,” voice like velvet. Getos cock twitches on his stomach.
“ Please.”
“Much better.” Gojos smiles, running his fingers slowly up Geto’s cock before taking it in his hand. Geto dissolves into a moaning mess as Gojo’s hand strokes his dick while his mouth marks his chest. A bite to his nipple causes Geto to cry out, certain that he would have come had Gojo not stopped stroking him. Satisfied with his markings Gojo kisses and nips his way down Geto’s torso, leaving delicate pecks on Geto’s ribs before turning his attention to his swollen cock. Turning up the toy, Gojo swallows Geto whole. He shouts, body jerking involuntarily. Gojo stops, looking up.
“Did that hurt?”
“ Fuck don’t stop.” Geto’s pupils were blown, bottomless pits of desperation. Gojo didn’t have to be told twice, taking Geto back in his mouth he continued, tongue wrapped around Getos cock as he bobbed his head. Gojo's hands find the toy vibrating inside Geto and begins to thrust. Geto lets out a deep moan, his hips pushing in unison. He wasn’t going to last long, and Gojo knew it. His cock strained inside his pants, reminding him of his own frustrations. Stroking Geto’s dick with his hand, Gojo focused his mouth on the tip.
“That feels-” Geto gasps as his cock hits the back of Gojo's throat, “ -so good.” He melts into the mattress as Gojo resumes stoking, his orgasm building. As Geto’s breathing quickens Gojo slows his pace. Over and over he builds Geto up, only to slow down before he can approach the edge. Geto’s body was shaking, Gojo had stopped fucking him with the toy. Only pushing it slightly from time to time as he mercilessly edged him.
“Let-” Geto coughed, his throat dry.
“Let me cum.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, Gojo continues bobbing his head, the pace just slow enough to keep Geto from finishing. Releasing Geto’s cock, Gojo looks up, he grins, shaking his head. Letting out a chuckle he grips the toy buried inside Geto’s as he fucks him with it. Geto cries out, arching his back into the thrusts. Gojo pushes Geto back down on the mattress and he lets out a pathetic mewl. Realizing that he has his weight on Geto’s injured ribs, Gojo begins to move back when Geto grabs his wrist.
“Just like that. Fuck, let me cum.”
Gojo’s brain needed a minute to process the moment, brought back by Geto’s whimper
“Satoru, please.”
“Cum for me Pretty Boy,” Gojo leans forward, angling the toy to his Geto’s sweet spot giving him the release he’s been begging for. A string of moans pour from Geto’s mouth, his body convulsing as he covers his stomach in cum. As Geto’s breathing steadies Gojo turns off the toy, leaving it in.
“You’ve made such a mess” Gojo scolds. He runs two fingers up Geto's chest, scooping up the cum before sticking them in Geto’s mouth. He didn’t even have to instruct the other man to suck, Geto’s tongue instantly wrapping itself around Gojo’s fingers, licking them clean. Gojo smiles down at him as he watches.
“Always so hungry.'' His tone was more proud than judgmental. Gojo gets up off the bed once more, quickly returning, now naked and with another toy. A silicone dildo, with a thick head and prominent veins running down the shaft. Geto went back and forth from intimidated to excited by Gojo's collection of toys. Gojo kneels next to Geto stroking his cock. Eyes closed, head back he plays with himself. Precum smears down his shaft as his hand explores.
“Fuck” Gojo moans.
“I’ve never been so neglected in my life.” He stops stroking his cock, grabbing the lube. Warming it between his hands he takes a finger, running it between his cheeks.
“Let me do that.” Geto reached his hand out,
“No.” He swats Geto’s hand away,
“It’s your turn to be neglected.” Gojo moans as he inserts a finger. Waiting a moment to adjust, he adds a second finger.
“Shiiiiiit~” Gojo sinks down onto his fingers. Geto can only watch, not allowed to touch; he keeps his attention fixed on the god before him. Gojo inhales sharply when he adds the third finger, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he stretches himself. Mesmerized Geto watches as Gojo fucks himself. The little noises, the face he makes each time he adds a new finger. Heat pools in his stomach as he watches. Gojo’s perfect cock stands at attention, pink head bouncing ever so slightly as Gojo plays with his hole.
“Suguru, I wish my fingers felt as good as your cock, they don’t even compare.” Gojo groans as he removes his fingers. Geto whines, not bothering to reach out, knowing he will only be shot down again. Positioning the toy beneath him, Gojo sits down, letting out a deep moan as he reaches the hilt. Precum drips from Gojo’s cock and Geto watches it fall with hungry eyes. The spell is broken by Gojo’s moans as he begins to fuck himself with the toy. Pretty cock bouncing as he thrusts. Gojo moans, as his free hand plays with his pierced nipple. Geto whined loudly, glistening pink tip taunting him, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hungry?” Gojo looks down at Geto grinning. He shuffles forward and Geto opens his mouth in anticipation. Gojo smears precum across Getos face before putting his dick in his mouth. Only inserting the tip Gojo thrust fast and shallow.
“Fuck yeah, Suguru. Just like that, lick it.” Gojo pounded the toy inside him while Geto sucked hard on the head of the cock. He could feel the molten lava pooling in his stomach. Letting go of the toy Gojo leans forward, burying himself in Geto’s throat. Holding for a moment before pulling out. Geto gasps for air, unprepared for the intrusion. Quick to recover, Geto takes Gojo back in his mouth, swallowing him as best he can from this angle. Geto pushes Gojo forward positioning him on his hands and knees over Geto’s face. Deepthroating Gojo, Geto fucks him with the toy. Gojo is a moaning mess. Whimpering with each powerful thrust. It may have been a few weeks since Geto had been to the gym, but he hadn’t lost much of his arm strength. Gojo couldn’t hold on for much longer. Not with Geto slamming the toy into his ass which in turn buried his cock deeper down Geto’s throat.
“Shit- Sug- fuck ” Gojo gasped for air, moaning instead. His nerves lit up as if fairy lights were wrapped around his body. A long string of moans poured from his mouth as Gojo emptied himself down Geto’s throat. Geto welcomed his cum, swallowing, as he continued to fuck Gojo through his climax. Once empty, Geto releases Gojo from his mouth to say one word.
“Again.” Gojo yelps when Geto’s lips latch onto his sensitive tip.
“I just- hng came.” Gojo grabs Geto’s hair, pulling the other man off to allow him to think clearly. Geto looks up at him with pleading eyes before sucking one of Gojo’s balls into his mouth.
“I’n stll hungy,” Geto speaks with his mouth full, sending a shiver up Gojo’s spine. He does his best to stifle a moan as Geto releases his balls to lick slowly up his shaft.
“Wait, don-” Gojo’s words are cut off as Geto swallows his cock, running Gojo's tip along his tongue before slamming it into the back of his mouth.
Gojo is a moaning, shaking mess. His face is buried in the mattress as his hips thrust into Geto’s mouth. Geto releases Gojo and he whimpers loudly, followed by a pathetic mewl when Geto removes the dildo from his ass. Grabbing Gojo, Geto positions the other man over his face. Licking his lips, Geto dives in without warning. Gojo yelps as Geto’s tongue runs over his hole. Geto bites up the curve of Gojo’s ass, licking over the reddened skin. Spreading Gojo with both hands, Geto fucking his tongue inside Gojo. Another hard bite of his ass has Gojo falling forward giving Geto a better angle. Gojo’s moans fill the room as Geto makes out with his entrance, tongue pushing in and out of him.
Gojo now face to face with Geto’s twitching cock, too blissed out to notice, it hits him in the face twice before getting his attention. Gojo takes Geto’s cock in his mouth earning him a deep moan from the other man. Vibrations run threw Gojo’s body as Geto’s fucks his tongue deeper inside him. Gojo takes Geto deeper into his mouth, determined to empty this man. His plans are cut short as Geto bites hard near his entrance causing Gojo to scream and release Geto’s cock. Not letting up Geto begins sucking the tender sink he just sunk his teeth into. Gojo squirms, but Geto's strong arms hold him still. Gojo could feel heat pooling in his stomach, embarrassed that a hickey was about to make him cum. Finally, Geto releases him, and Gojo whimpers.
“A mark only I can see.” Geto smirks, running his thumb over the new mark. Gojo whines, a plea asking Geto to return his attention to him. Flexing his cock Geto taps Gojo in the face before returning his attention to the meal before him. Burying his face in Gojo’s ass, Geto reaches around to stroke Gojo’s neglected cock. The amount of precum gathered at the tip made it easy to glide in Geto’s fist. Gojo could only moan, mouth full he did his best to focus. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Geto wasn’t far behind him. Gojo may not be able to form coherent thoughts, but his warm mouth has turned into Geto’s favorite vibrator.
Geto moves on from Gojo’s hole, making his way up, biting at his taint while tightening his grip on Gojo’s cock. Each moan sends vibrations throughout Geto’s body. Geto takes Gojos balls in his mouth sucking hard, As Gojo’s noises get more desperate Geto runs his tongue flat along Gojo’s taint before biting hard, Gojo screams as his orgasm crashes through him. Geto stokes Gojo through his high, the vibrations of Gojo’s moans threatening to send him over the edge. Trying to keep himself together, Geto bites harder onto Gojos only causing him to moan louder. Geto cries out as his second orgasm consumes him. Body shaking, he holds tightly onto Gojo as he empties himself down his throat.
Swallowing, Gojo rolls off of Geto lying down beside him. The two lay there for a while, enjoying the sound of each other breathing. Heavy eyes opening slightly, Geto looks down at the cum drying on his chest. Falling back into the post-orgasm bliss, Geto smiles.
He’s going to need another bath.