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Residential Building. Tokyo, 1:45am,
Claudette was dead tired going up the stairs, knowing that Geto and Gojo were crawling up just behind her. Her legs felt like lead and her shoulders ached fiercely from a night spent running up and down streets and alleyways hunting curses. This area of Tokyo was currently her work-study responsibility, and while she knew that under normal circumstances she could handle it an influx of unusually strong cursed energy was wearing her thin.
She supposes she should feel grateful that she has two proficient kouhai to help her pick up the slack. They were good on the field – indispensable even – but off the field they were insufferable around each other. It was like a chemical reaction, the jeering and jibbing never stopped whenever it started. Usually Satoru was the culprit, the white-haired brat . If he wasn’t so strong and useful Claudette would’ve wrung his scrawny neck ages ago.
His partner, Suguru, was the opposite, both in appearance and the way he carried himself. He was quiet and methodical, but Claudette could always feel something odd radiating off of him, even now. Gratefully the both of them are just as tired, and for the first time silent, harrowed almost. She would take it while she could get it, appreciating the silence as she fumbled through her purse for her keys.
They’d ran long while cleaning out an abandoned building that had been crawling with curses, long enough that the trains stopped running. Gojo had suggested that Geto and he go on a konbini crawl to wait out the night. It would easier to leave them to their own devices, but a begrudgingly responsible part of Claudette refuses to allow it. Damnit. The two were all too happy to agree to her proposal – Gojo grinning ear to ear and practically kissing her feet for her “graciousness”.
‘ Graciousness my ass ’ she thought grouchily as she finally dug her keys out of her purse.
The collection of keys, charms and assorted junk jangled as she fought with the old rusted lock, having to wiggle the key within to get it open. The sound of shuffling feet and feel of warm breath accompanied her as she fought with the door, it left her oddly unsettled.
In her weary state she barely noticed the way that Gojo’s eyes lingered on her back as she walked into the dark apartment, baby blues almost glittering behind thick black lenses. Geto notices, scoffs to himself at the way Gojo unashamedly oggles her– as if he isn’t looking too.
Both of them would be liars if they said that they didn’t enjoy stealing glances at their senpai’s assets when she wasn’t paying enough attention to cuff them behind the ears.
Claudette’s apartment is small, barely enough space for her alone but the three of them pack in because they’ve got nowhere else to go. Gojo plops himself down on a pile of futons and blankets with a soft oof-!, Geto falls in alongside him, though much more gracefully . All around the room the two of them take in the sights, the sounds and smells of their senpai’s dwelling.
“Who knew Senpai was so girly ,” Gojo thinks aloud, under his breath so only Geto can hear.
Geto leans his body weight further into the enormous teddy bear he was reclining into, shutting his eyes for a moment. The only response he gave Gojo was to shake his head dismissively. Soon enough Satoru joins him, shifting to his side so that his nose was against Geto’s shoulder,
“It even smells like a girl in here.” He whispers, a tired little giggle in his voice.
“Stop being creepy Satoru-” Geto scolds back half-heartedly, though he can’t lie, he agrees.
Claudette’s futons and linens smell like lavender and the fizzy-tart lemon candies that he’d always see in her keep in her purse. He takes a deep inhale as he settles further, catching hints of her body lotion – cocoa butter and cherry – and the perfume she always wore. It’s perverse in a way that he can’t name, can’t put into neat words that make sense in his tired, sluggish brain. But all he knows is that his dick twitches against his stomach and it’s not just because Gojo has one of his legs draped across his lap.
He’s almost sleeping when Claudette bustles back into the room, her shuffling steps jolting Geto out of his doze. Gojo notices too, quickly pulling his leg off of the other man’s lap on reflex. If Claudette saw it she doesn’t say anything, standing beside the little coffee table she kept in the center of her “living room”. When Geto squints back up at her he realizes that she’s in a bathrobe. A fluffy pink one who’s hem trims her – now bare – thighs, the collar clutched tight in her right hand. Both of them are at attention now (in more ways than one).
“Go get cleaned up,” She yawns, pawing at her eye tiredly, “ I don’t want you lying around spreading fleas over my sheets.”
It’s a jab that would normally provoke both but they’re too exhausted – and a bit horny – to really care. They stumble up to their feet, Gojo nearly trips him and Geto shoves him in the shoulder to get back at him. Claudette notices nothing, stepping around the two entirely to lay out her futons. Gojo nearly breaks his neck trying to get a peek at her bending over to arrange the pillows and stuffed animals, Geto scruffs him by the collar. A quick shove later and the both of them disappear down the short hallway, leaving Claudette alone in her living room.
With the boys gone it gave Claudette some breathing space, and time to set up the living area. The apartment was barely more than a studio so her “bedroom” took on several roles at once with the help of rearranging her futons and furniture. Claudette sets up her own futon with them gone. Dumping a pile of Keroppi themed linens onto the mattress before collapsing into them face down. She wants to just melt into them face first, let them figure out the spare futons in the closet on their own. But with a sigh Claude peels herself reluctantly away from the covers. If it was up to them it’d be sunrise by the time those two knuckleheads figured out what to do.
So reluctantly she digs out the two futons that’d come with the apartment, shoved into a cupboard and long forgotten. They’re stiff, and smell like dust and stale air, with dark grey bedding and flat brick-hard pillows to match. Good enough. They go down on the other side of the room, closer to her tv. If the two of them wanted to play footsie and mess around they could do it on the other side of the apartment while she scraped together a few hours of rest.
With that done her empty stomach makes itself known, she hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday. And that had only been a cup of coffee and half of a protein bar (Gojo had chomped the other half off before she’d gotten the chance). Seemingly it’d finally caught up to her and she could only imagine how the wonder twins must be fairing. Sorcerers always neglected their human needs in some capacity, it came with the territory.
So despite her body’s protests Claudette shuffles into the tiny kitchenette that also served as a hallway toward the bathroom. In the tiny space she could hear the shower running, and soft murmuring voices – she could tell that Geto was doing most of the talking. That was surprising.
It serves as background noise as Claudette tinkers away heating up leftovers and something to drink for the three of them. Nothing extravagant, reheated fried rice with scrambled eggs, toasted nori sheets, milk bread that was teetering on the edge of expiration and a carafe of black tea.
The coffee table is cleared off without much ceremony, the stacks of letters, documents and other bits of junk joining their brethren on the floor to make space for the meal. Claudette would rather start without them but instead of eating she listens. Listens to the soft sound of their voices and tries not to doze off while scrolling on her phone. It isn’t politeness, but curiosity that keeps her rooted to the spot, ears straining as she feigned disinterest. So much so that when the door to the bathroom all but slams open she jolts in her seat.
Gojo saunters in like he owns the place, body still shimmering with moisture and hair dull grey and limp against his neck. A towel slung low on his waist is the only thing protecting his modesty and Claudette can’t help but roll her eyes. Geto curves around the shorter man, his towel folded and tucked to cover him much better than Gojo – at least one of them has manners.
“I think we have an issue.” Geto says, briefly glancing at Gojo, who just smirks lazily.
Claudette’s brows knit together, an issue?, “What do you mean by that?” She asks carefully.
“We don’t have any clothes to change into.”
She chokes on her sip of tea, spluttering and coughing at the shock of it. It’s almost comical, like something out of smutty romance stories – too bad to be believable. The shock gives way to a familiar sense of disappointment and weariness as she rubs a hand over her face. Gojo plops himself down, damp arm wrapping around her shoulder in a half-hug while he picked at her bowl of fried rice with his bare fingers. Claudette doesn’t even look his way before smacking his hand away, attention turned up to Geto’s unreadable expression.
“Do you have underwear?” She asks wearily, shooing Gojo away from her bowl again so she could get a few bites of food – while she isn’t looking he reaches in again.
“Yeah..” Geto replies, squirming and fidgeting as she regarded him, a subtle blush touching his cheeks.
He was acting … strange. His eyes lingering on her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, only to snap away from she did catch his gaze. Never had Geto seemed so skittish and standoffish, even in the face of killer curses. It would’ve unsettled her more if she wasn’t so tired, if she wasn’t starving. None of them had time to be hung up like this, it was already 2:30 in the morning and they had to report back at 7 am sharp. So the quicker they ate and bedded down the better it would be.
Maybe then the strange hot ache in her stomach would go away.
Gojo eventually stops grazing from Claudette’s bowl when she pushes one his way. Across the narrow coffee table Geto picks at his rice, nibbling on sheets of nori rather than on the steaming hot rice right in front of him. He’s almost tempted to reach across and graze from Geto’s plate too, but the dark steely look in his eyes stops him. Makes him sit up a little straighter, makes a tiny sly smile work its way over his charming mouth.
From Claudette’s general demeanor he could glean that she seemed to sense that something had gone on behind closed doors when the two were bathing. But she said nothing, just munched on her food and took sips of tea between fighting to stay aware and alert. He watched her through his lashes as he swallowed down another spoonful of hot flavorful rice. Her tiredness softened her features in a way he rarely saw, less on guard – he liked it. Would’ve been a terrible shame to break the pleasant, amiable silence between the three of them,
“You didn’t happen to overhear us in the shower did you Claudie?”
He phrases it as an innocuous question, despite the death stare that Geto levels his way.
“Satoru-” Geto hisses, the little cup in his hand in a white-knuckled grip.
Undeterred Gojo continues, poking Claudette to get her attention,
“Did you sweet Claudie?”
She looks between the two of them, a shifty kind of squint to her eyes.
“I swear to god if you two ordered takeout on my card again-”
“Oh no no no that wasn’t what we did-” Gojo leans in squeezing against Claudette’s side, “ Butttt we did talk about you if you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t but -” She begins, but Gojo cuts her off with a wave of his hand
“Oh please don’t even start, I know you’re just dying to know-”
“Satoru enough. ” Geto ground out sternly, slamming his cup down onto the table so hard that some tea splashes over the rim.
Claudette jumps subtly, even as Gojo squeezes her shoulder and tucks her against his side.
She squirms in his hold, a swift elbow to the side helps her dislodge successfully, Gojo relents, but his fingers don’t loosen at all from their grip on her shoulder. The moment lulls into an awkward silence, Gojo looking between the two of them, observing, conspiring.
Suguru’s outburst wasn’t out of the ordinary, it was normal for him to get flustered whenever Gojo pestered him. When he really laid it on thick, especially if the subject of crushes or girls came up. Girls like their sweet senpai Claudette. He’d assured Suguru that he wasn’t jealous, that he’d be happy to share – now all that had to be done was get them amicable to.
The three were silent for the rest of the meal, and while normally Gojo shutting up would be a blessing Claudette felt ill at ease. The realization that very shortly she’d have two men – two nearly naked men – sleeping within a stones throw of her settling in like a lead weight in her stomach. It didn’t help at all that they were her kouhai either, if anything that made it worse. If she survived the night she’d definitely be reporting everything to Shoko.
Blearily she cleared away the dishes, not bothering to wash them when she could hear the two of them shuffling around in the living room. When she came back into the now dim space Geto was standing there, facing her. His long hair hung loose around his slim, pale face. The contrast of jet black hair to his features made her shiver, his eyes like an obsidian mirror boring into her. His eyes flicked down a moment, and that was when she realized her robe had fallen open, revealing the white tank top that covered her.
A ripple of awareness sent a warm fuzzy feeling pooled low in her stomach. Geto wasn’t looking at her like how a kouhai was supposed to look at their Senpai. And Claudette wasn’t feeling the way a senpai should feel about their kouhai. She pulled her robe shut tightly, her own eyes roving his figure appreciatively. Sorcerers needed to be fit to a certain degree, to keep up with curses, to save civilians but seeing the full breadth of it made Claudette feel strangely flustered.
God she was hopeless!
“Did you guys set up the beds?” She croaked out after a breath.
Geto seemed to snap out of the daze he’d fallen into, blinking rapidly and nodding before replying,
“Uh – yeah Gojo set it up- if you want to lay down now…”
Right. Sleeping they were just going to be sleeping that was all…
Claudette tries to steady her rapid pulse as she shuffles over to where the futons are already set up. In the dark she felt for the texture of her bedspread, finding it and sinking into it on her stomach. Beside her she could feel someone – maybe Geto – settling in, his breath brushing against her neck. That’s how close they were, the lack of distance, of space made her panic for a moment before she forced herself to calm down.
She couldn’t let herself be so … affected by a man's presence, by the smell of him and the feeling of his warmth at her back. Her preoccupation is broken up by Gojo’s ghostly white mop of hair swimming into her vision in front of her, his scheming baby blues following not soon after.
Goddamnit.
He looks wolfish, grinning with all his perfect pearly white teeth flashing. She realizes that she’d never seen Gojo smile with teeth and the image of it is slightly discomforting in a way.
“You’re scaring her, Satarou.” Geto whispers behind her, his voice ghosting against the shell of her ear and making her body stiffen.
His large hand clamps down on Claudette’s arm, heat soaking through her robe and down into her very bones. It keeps her rooted to the spot as Geto pulls her away from Gojo, protectively almost. There’s a healthy gap between their lower bodies, almost purposefully but the tension still sent electric current simmering under her skin.
This must be the power of sorcerers, their energies coiling, blooming to fill up all the space in the room until she can scarcely breathe. Gojo’s voice is sing-song, a whispered purr as he inches closer — effectively sandwiching her in between,
“Shhh Suguru, I’m not scaring her — am I Claudie?”
Claudette simply blinked at him, bewildered by the odd spell that he seemed to cast with just a glance. Before she realized it, Geto's hand had molded itself to the curve of her waist.
“No no not our senpai, I could never scare her,”
Gojo inched closer and closer, until she was left sandwiched between the both of them. Gojo wasn’t as careful as Geto had been, his knees brushing against hers unabashedly. His skin was hot to the touch, faintly she could smell astringent soap on him, that was how close he was leaning. His slender fingers, slow and graceful, rose to brush against the side of her face, teasing at the silk scarf she used to wrap her hair up at night.
“Stop it Satarou, you’re being creepy.” Geto warns, his arm snaking around to pull Claudette away, inadvertently pressing her against him. Her ass pressing against the cradle of his pelvis, something hot pulsing against her through her thin nightgown.
“Suguru-” She finally speaks up, voice barely above a whisper.
Claudette cranes her neck to look at him, lips slightly parted as their breaths mingled. Her heart was in her throat, eyes honed in on the alluring shape of Geto’s mouth – pressed into a tense line as if he were deep in thought. Something possessed her, something in the deep animal part of her brain that longed for the comfort of another body, another person she could cling to. It quieted the part of her that faced the outside world. The calm calculated sorcerer that could solve any problem, heal any injury, dispel any curse.
Suguru leaned down, until their noses touched and eventually, with an agonizing kind of gentleness Geto kissed her. It was chaste, just a quick peck on the lips but it stil had sensation tingling all down Claudette’s spine. She was stunned into silence for a moment, body still and breath coming in fast, shallow pants. Her lack of response seemed to provoke Geto in a way, because his eyes widened in alarm,
“I told you it was a bad idea Satarou!” He hissed, jolting Claudette slightly.
Her confusion was palpable but Gojo is quick to counter Geto’s accusation,
“Don’t shout now Suguru, you’ll scare her,” he teases, his voice a soft, suggestive purr, “Here. I’ll show you how to do it.”
Before Claudette can reach Gojo’s fingers cupped her jaw, turning her to face him, his mouth quickly descending to cover hers. Gojo is firmer, more experienced even, his tongue teasing for access – which in her shock she allowed. The fingers at her jaw tighten slightly, keeping her still while he took his fill of kissing her. It’s not rough, or forceful, but as the shock wore out Claudette found herself turning to jelly.
Gojo seemed startled for a moment, pulling away from the kiss that she was still reeling from. She gasped, blinking rapidly at the sight unfolding before her. Geto’s arms wrapped around her, just under her breasts, pulling her firmly away from the other man. Almost like he was a little kid who didn’t want to share his favorite toy. He squeezed slightly and the muscles under her palm jumped, the fact made her breath catch.
“What the hell is wrong with you -?!” He hissed lowly, one of his hands coming to cover Claudette’s ears, cradling her against his chest like she was fragile.
It was a little patronizing – and a little bit hot at the same time. Geto’s fingers absentmindedly stroked over her silk scarf, as if he was meaning to soothe her after a “horrible” experience.5
“Awww Suguru don’t get jealous - we have to share our senpai, have to take care of her together” Gojo continues with a dirty smirk.
The insinuation in his words sent a spike of heat down Claudette’s spine, one that curled low in her belly. Geto’s bare chest was firm and warm beneath her and she felt her hands absentmindedly stroking against the tautness of his stomach. The muscles flinched under her palms, goosebumps breaking out on his skin when her nails lightly scraped him. His hand snaked down to cup the back of her neck, scruffing her like a disobedient kitten.
Gojo’s hands are cooler, smooth and slender as they slip over the swell of Claudette’s hips. He moved languidly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his body pressing against hers. She was beginning to regret taking her robe off for bed because she became acutely aware of where the men’s bodies pressed into hers. Where they were soft, where they were firm and unyielding – if she focused hard enough she swore that she could hear their heartbeats.
“Just say the word senpai, “ Gojo breathes, his lips inches away from her ear, “Just say no and I’ll stop.”
Claudette is practically vibrating at this point, torn between propriety and the low murmur of desire that was quickly overtaking her rationality. She couldn’t lie, despite her years of training, of compartmentalizing, she was still a woman at the end of the day. A woman who really really liked handsome men – which her Kouhai just happened to be. The situation she was currently in had long been a private fantasy of hers, one that was slowly unfolding right in front of her, a chance she couldn’t let slip through her fingers.
So instead Claudette doesn’t say no, doesn’t say anything but press her body more firmly against Geto’s. It made her decision clear, a non-verbal show of consent that left Geto trembling faintly, sucking in a breath as she drapes her leg over his hip. Immediately his hand cups the back of her thigh, hips subtly shifting to press against her. Gojo doesn't give an inch of space, chasing to close the gap between their bodies, grinding himself against her ass while his hot breath fanned against her ear. It happens at a dizzying pace, so fast that her head is spinning by the end of it.
“Really? You’ll let us?” Geto asks breathlessly, a tone of disbelief in his voice.
Claudette nods, blinking up at him through her lashes, eyes honed in on the shape of his mouth, his tongue peeking out to lick at his lips nervously. Her trembling fingers twist in the damp hair at the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her and silence further questions. Geto was good at playing it cool, hiding behind a facade of disinterest – but not now. Now his lips were soft, tongue hot and desperate to taste her, an all-too human fervor fueling his movements. Gojo laughs, low and sultry in her ear and entirely unlike anything she’d heard before from him.
Suguru is relentless in his exploration of her, hands groping her hips and ass possessively, guiding her to grind against him. It’s a bit jaunty at first, overeager and rough but soon (and with a soft patting of Claudette’s hand on his forearm) he slowed to a steadier pace. Heat radiating through his thin boxers and her tiny sleep shorts, his pulse throbbing between his thighs. Gojo laughs, his teeth teasing at her ear lobe, his hand skimming across her belly and between their bodies.
Geto jolts at the feeling of Gojo introducing himself into their coupling, shamelessly palming the other man through his boxers one moment and dipping to tease his thumb across her clit the next. It’s Claudette’s turn to jolt, twisting slightly in surprise, to which Gojo’s free hand slides around to squeeze her neck, exclamation dying in her throat at the pressure. It isn’t enough to genuinely strangle her, not like how she’d seen Gojo do to others before. He takes her immobility as a chance to lean in and kiss her on the mouth too – with tongue no less, the cheeky bastard.
Gojo takes his time to kiss her, to fully explore everything he can with the tips of his fingers, his tongue, his teeth. Just like Geto it’s almost as if it’d been years since he’d touched a woman – intimately at least. Working with Gojo had left Claudette with her fair share of bruises from when he’d pinched her or prodded her to annoy or rile her up. Now his palms were skimming down her body, groping her breasts, teasing their weight in his hands..
“Take it off?” Gojo asks, breaking the kiss briefly as his hand stilled on her ribcage.
Claudette needs a second to catch her breath, to get her head to stop spinning but eventually she nods. She wanted to say more but Geto’s teeth against her neck scramble her thoughts all over again. Gojo strips her of her shorts and chuckles when his hand met bare skin,
“No panties?” He almost giggled, Claudette suppresses the urge to punch him in the teeth – just barely.
“Did you plan this out-” Geto’s voice was gravelly and soft, with a note of disbelief.
She shakes her head, she hadn’t – genuinely. She should be sleeping right about now, in a fitful kind of half-sleep where she really just closed her eyes and waited until it was time for her to get up and go back to work. But this wasn’t business as usual, far from it. Instead Geto’s fingers are spreading her thighs, seeking heat and warmth, his breath hitching when he finds it. Gojo’s hips shift against her ass, firmly pressing himself against her with no room to run away.
“Shhh shhh-” He soothes, hands sliding to part her legs, to open her to Geto’s curiosity, “Just let him take care of you – there we go, good girl Senpai-”
A soft strangled sound is all Claudette can muster when Suguru fingers slip into her with no resistance, truth be told she was
soaked
. She takes two of Geto’s fingers to the second knuckle easily, his digits curling within her, searching for her sweet spot. Not wanting to be left out Gojo’s hand joins his friend, index and middle finger rubbing slow, teasing circles against her aching clit. Claudette can feel her body tighten, the mix of sensation and tempo unfamiliar. She tries to compose herself, breathing hard through her nose in soft gasps of breath while Gojo pets her cheek and coos to her,
“Easy easy – don’t fight now, feels good huh?”
Against her better judgment Claudette nods her head, squeezing her eyes shut when Geto’s fingers brush against her g-spot. It’s an accidental caress, one that makes her jolt and muscles tighten but once Geto realizes it it’s game over. He curses under his breath and Gojo laughs again, holding her still so that Suguru can slowly fuck her open with his fingers. The same dedication and precision he used in his work as a sorcerer coming back to bite her as they both guided her to a rapidly approaching peak.
Suguru slides down her body in a smooth motion, the speed and ease of it surprising her. His eyes are dark and shiny, half-lidded as they look up at her through his long lashes. His free hand slipping under the hem of her tank top, over the heated skin of her hips and low belly. He presses an absentminded kiss to the back of Gojo’s hand and the other man pulls his hand away, letting Suguru nuzzle his way between Claudette’s thighs. The heat of his mouth enveloping her clit to suckle at it while his fingers curled within her.
A panting whine rolled from Claudette’s mouth and Gojo shushes her, leaving delicate pecks all over her cheeks and jaw.
“Let’s get you outta this top huh baby? Wouldn’t that be nice?” He asks breathily, fingers already stripping the thin tank top off of her.
Her clothes were thrown elsewhere as Geto redoubles his efforts between her thighs. His free hand digs into the meat of her thigh and ass, gripping so tight like she might squirm out of his grasp and run away. She’d never dream of it, running away from the velvet heat of his tongue was the last thing on her mind. Her hand snags in his dark locks, pulling taut like she was yanking on a leash, keeping him in positon to roll her hips against his willing mouth. His deep groan reverbed through her body, sending a shiver down her spine.
Gojo keeps her upper body still, toying with her nipples as his teeth teased her earlobe. The sting contrasting with the slow, melting pleasure of Geto’s mouth. His fingers hit her g-spot again – not letting up until Claudette is shuddering and cumming in his mouth. A strangled yelp tumbled from her lips as Geto didn’t stop – barely slowing down his efforts as he worked her through her climax. She eventually had to yank on his hair hard to get him to relent, which he did, albeit reluctantly. Claudette had barely caught her breath, entire body trembling from the aftershocks as Geto rose back into her sight line
His eyes were dark and laser focused on her expression, lips and chin shiny with her slick and chest heaving from the exertion. Gojo giggled, his hand curving around Claudette’s body to dip between her thighs, fingers ghosting over her oversensitive clit. She keens from the feeling, still on edge so soon after cumming. Gojo’s attentions turned to Geto, reaching further to palm the other man through his boxers, eventually letting his hand crawl over his hip. Pulling his body Flush to Claudette. She squeaked in surprise, jolting from the feeling of Geto’s clothed hardness meeting the bare notch of her pussy. He seemed to feel it the urgency too, shivering and cursing.
“Kiss her – c'mon be nice and kiss her.” Gojo goaded, holding Claudette’s chin still.
Claudette can’t find her words, instead resorting to soft moans and whimpers, hands balled up against Geto’s heaving chest. He doesn’t need to be told twice, surging forward to close the tiny gap between them, teeth nipping at her lips and tongue exploring with an intensity Claudette had never experience before. His hands pull her out of Gojo’s grasp completely, pulling her leg over his hip as he deepened the kiss. Gojo backs off with a smirk on his face, content to watch as Geto’s hands fumble to strip himself without pulling away from Claudette. He felt his own cock twitch to life at the sight, and with none or shyness of his friend he pushed his boxers down to his thighs.
He’s already half hard as it is, drooling precum and throbbing as he watches Geto smack Claudette’s perfect round ass. He laughs under his breath, hand moving in slow, even strokes, pacing himself, prolonging the slowly building pressure in his gut. He wants this to last, to drag it out as long as he can, to indulge in his senpai and the sweetness between her thighs for as long as she can handle it. Not like Geto, who’s pawing at her like a caveman, groping tight enough that he’s sure there’ll be bruises mottled all over her skin in the morning. He almost wants to chastise him, to tease but the almost pained expression of pleasure on Geto’s face is too good to ruin.
The two make eye contact over the top of Claudette’s head as she sinks to press scattered kisses against Geto’s abdomen. His hand cradling the base of her skull, fingers tangling in the ties of her silk scarf, he sounds out of breath when he speaks,
“Are you just gonna watch or – or what?”
Claudette briefly stops her ministrations, hand loosely gripping Geto while her other is splayed against his lower belly. She looks a bit dazed and lust-drunk, eyelids heavy and lips parted suggestively. It’s as endearing as it is arousing, and Gojo can’t lie that she looks cute like this, the elegant line of her bare back tempting him to stare. And oh he stares, from the subtle strength she cared in her shoulders and back to the way her waist nips in just slightly before the swell of her hips – and that ass . Gojo estimates (conservatively) that he spent at least twelve hours a day just staring at it while they went about their sorcerer business.
“If you think you can handle her mouth without blowing your loud, go ahead and have your turn,” He drawls back, openly stroking himself now without a hint of shame, “But I’m definitely going to fuck her first.”
He can see Claudette’s thighs clench at the vulgarity, her teeth catching her bottom lip while she watches his hand. Just for her he squeezes himself at the base, the slick head of his cock rosy from the pressure. She inhales sharply and he can hear it, knowing her heartbeat must be pounding now, nostrils flaring and eyes widening. She looks much cuter like this, on her knees, with Geto’s cock tapping on her rosy lips. As much as Gojo admired Claudette’s resourcefulness on the field he relished in her surrender just as much.
“Shut the fu-fuck up Satoru,” Geto curses, his voice soft and breathy as he guides himself into Claudette’s parted lips.
For all his bravado Geto looks like he’s had the wind knocked out of him when she finally takes the head of his cock into her mouth. A full body shudder courses through his body, toes curling as he tried to pace himself and not let Gojo be proven right. But Claudette wasn’t making it easy at all, her cheeks hollowing to let her take more of him into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head, finding her rhythm. Geto’s hand cupped her jaw reflexively, careful not to yank on her scarf more than he had already, fingers gently stroking to encourage her.
“Look at her go-!” Gojo quips, scooting down the futon to watch better, “What a good girl, you’re a real pro Senpai!”
He presses his hand against the back of her head, cradling it gently while simultaneously encouraging her to take Geto’s cock deeper. It works and inch by inch she sinks lower, breathing noisily through her nose as the head of his cock brushes against the back of her throat. When she squirms, throat muscles spasming Geto has to bite down on his lip to not moan. He was already on the edge with all the teasing and touching beforehand and if this kept up he wouldn’t last at all, Not with how Claudette was enthusiastically bobbing her head, the sound of her gagging and spitting filling the air.
Gojo isn’t helping either, making sure that Claudette can’t pull away while his hands delve between her thighs again. She squeals, the vibrations enough to tip Geto over the edge, and all too soon he was cumming into her mouth. His body is at odds with itself, hips bucking on reflex as he desperately pushed Claudette’s hot mouth away. Eventually she released him with a lewd popping noise, a mix of spit and cum dribbling down her lips and chin. The mix of her blissed out expression and the sight of his spend dripping down her face made his oversensitive cock tense against his flexing stomach.
She’s panting, bewildered, and still gripping him in her delicate hand, her lips gently pressing soft kisses to the weeping head of his cock. He could cry from the overstimulation, his own breath coming in jagged, uneven pants. Gojo joins Claudette in her endeavors to clean him up, eagerly lapping up spit and cum alongside her.
“Enough - e-enough-!” He grouses, eventually snapping Claudette out of her stupor long enough for her to roll away from him.
Gojo pauses too, before turning his attention to Claude, who he kisses shamelessly. Palming at her clammy skin and subtly manipulating her body until she was on her hands and knees. He settles behind her, gently pushing her head against the futons, cheek squished into the soft comforter and her knees cushioned. His voice sent a warm shiver down her spine that pooled low in her body,
“God – what a beautiful ass,” He sighed with a low dirty whistle, spanking her for good measure.
Claudette squirms, which only earns her another spank, this one harder than the last. As she twisted around to admonish him Gojo smiled lazily, already lining his cock up with his dripping entrance. He slapped himself against her clit teasingly, stealing her breath and scrambling her thoughts. Satoru seems pleased with himself, rubbing against Claudette as he shushes her, the smirk obvious when he turns to regard Geto, who was still catching his breath,
“Hold her hand Suguru, I wanna see you two kiss while I fuck her -”
Deliriously Geto shifts to his knees, pulling Claudette into a loose embrace, his soft cock brushing against her sternum and belly. The contact sent an electric shock down his body and he squeezes her shoulders little too hard to try and focus. Reflexively Claudette wraps her arms around Geto, cheek pressed against his chest, his own hand gently soothing over her head. His gentleness doesn’t reach his eyes, staring daggers at Gojo who did nothing but smile lazily.
“Let me show you how it’s done.” He grins, rolling his hips in an smooth motion.
Claudette jolts in Geto’s arms at the sensation of being filled, her nails digging into his shoulders.Gojo gives her a second to adjust, massaging her hips loving, soothing her until her spine softened it’s rigid posture. As soon as she was relaxed Gojo gripped her hips firmly, eyes shining with mischief as he looked over in Geto’s direction. Geto could only roll his eyes.
It’d been a while, Claudette had lost track of how long exactly. Being a sorcerer meant that she didn’t have the time or emotional bandwidth for a fling – let alone a full blown relationship. And despite all the teasing from her colleagues she’d never even considered satisfying her “appetite” with her kouhai’s, until now that was. Now, with the head of Gojo’s cock nudging against her g-spot she was wondering why she’d abstained for so long.
Gojo is much more gentle than his cocky attitude would reveal, every pull and push of his body against hers expertly timed to reduce her to a quivering puddle, Desperately she clung onto Geto, digging her nails into the meat of his biceps, his pecs, anywhere her hands could reach.
He’s shivering too, his cock brushing against her, stirring to life at the proximity. She was bewildered by how he was so ready to go again so soon. It was known that sorcerers were nearly superhuman — they had to be in order to survive curses, she was just surprised how far that prowess extended.
Geto craned his neck down to kiss her, unfailingly gentle and soft despite the uptick in Gojo’s tempo. His pace steals her breath for a second, a strangled gasp falling against Suguru’s lips – the soft sound of him shushing her following. It’s jarring how rough Gojo is being, his hands digging into her hips with a bruising grip. Her knees skip against the floor, messing up the sheets as shes jolted back and forth between the two men. Already her kneecaps are aching. Suguru is a solid constant in the back and forth, holding her against his chest and supporting her neck so she isn’t jolting too badly.
The sound of him chiding Gojo rumbles pleasantly against her ear, his heart hammering under the low reverb of his voice,
“Satoru – don’t be so rough with her, you’ll hurt her.”
“Shut – Shut up–” Claudette bit back, leaving Suguru speechless.
Gojo laughed huskily, curving his body over her back to nip at her neck, breath tickling against her ear, “That’s right baby – you like it rough huh?”
His tone made her shiver, hands clenching in the rumpled sheets, a whine caught in her throat when his teeth teased her earlobe. Suguru’s thighs clenched when her palms slid against them again. Gojo’s hand reached for Claudette’s chin, squeezing tightly – compelling her to open her lips which she had no choice but to acquiesce to. His voice dipped to a low sultry velvet as his hips continued to slowly grind himself within her, massaging that spot deep inside that made her see stars,
“C’mon Princess – you want Suguru to have fun too right? Have his turn after me? Go ahead and get him ready for me okay – you think you can do that?”
Claudette can’t string together anything coherent, with Gojo’s fingers hooking into the side of her mouth she was reduced to merely moaning. Drool sliding down Gojo’s slim digits, making Suguru suck in a hesitant breath, his cock bobbing against his quivering belly. With a trembling hand he gently guided himself into her waiting mouth, hissing at the overwhelming sensation of warmth that enveloped him.
Slowly, with Satarou’s guidance, he slipped further and further down her throat. Just as slow the two men worked out a rhythm, see-sawing between the two of them as they filled Claudette from both ends. The pace was gentle but incredibly thorough, bottoming out and withdrawing with a sadistic sense of patience. As if the two of them were hell-bent on leaving her a sobbing, babbling mess. The suspicion only further confirmed when Gojo lets a hand skate along her belly, fingers easily finding her neglected clit.
He’s anything but gentle with the pressure he applies – not enough to hurt but just enough that Claudette felt like her nerves were a livewire. The feeling of fullness and low churning pleasure sent waves of sensation shooting down her spine like a bolt of lightning. Pooling low in her stomach, urging her to bob her head faster, arch her hips back further seeking her release.
Gojo curses in her ear at her renewed vigor, hands returning to her hips to anchor himself.
While his pace picked up in intensity Claudette noted that he lost some of the control he had earlier. His breath is loud against her ear, a low growling sound reverberating from deep in his chest. She’d never heard a sound like that coming out of Gojo but she wasn’t dumb enough to ignore what it meant. He was close – as was she, the both of them tettering on a dangerous precipice, threatening to tip over into oblivion.
Geto is just barely holding himself together at this point, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to steady himself, body rigid and tense. Gojo notices it too of course, as dense as he acts the man is almost supernaturally perceptive – when he wanted to be at least. His hand presses against the back of her head, pushing her to take Geto further down her throat, abruptly enough that she gagged in surprise. Claudette can’t dwell on the uncomfortable sensation for long though, because Gojo’s mouth is falling to bite into her shoulder as his orgasm overwhelms him with a muffled growl.
The feeling startles Claudette, his teeth not letting go, even as his weight sags against her. Suguru is the first to move – though he does so hesitantly – withdrawing from her mouth with a soft hiss. He’s still hard but ignores himself for a second, more intent on making sure Gojo doesn’t crush Claudette under him. She’s grateful for that, because her limbs feel like jelly, skin clammy and covered in goosebumps.
“Off of her – off –” He chides, trying to stay calm even as his voice trembles.
Gojo complies slowly, pressing a line of kisses down her spine as he pulled away from her. She collapses finally, bone tired and still shivering. Her whole body felt oversensitive, hot to the touch and freezing cold at the same time. Gojo whistles, low and dirty, his hands still spreading her to watch as his cum leaked out of her, his thumb swiping absentmindedly over her clit. Rubbing their combined spend against it as she hissed.
“Pretty girl – such a pretty pretty hole god. We’ve got to do this again sometime.”
A knowing look passed between the two men as Claudette rolled onto her back, not caring about making a mess anymore – just wanting rest. Though she pretended not to she couldn’t help but feel a slight shiver of anticipation as their eyes settled back onto her.
“When do we have to show up with our reports?” Geto asks huskily, laying down beside Claudette, palm settling over her stomach.
She takes a second to compose herself, to calm her rapid pulse, “Uh – Shoko said 6 o'clock?”
Suguru’s lips brush against her cheek, nuzzling his nose over her pulse point, “So that means - what ? five fifteen?” Gojo hums in the affirmative, his hand sliding along Claudette’s thigh.
“It’s only three – we’ve got time for another round.” He says cheekily, the realization making Claudette huff uneasily
So much for getting her rest…