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"You scared?", he asks and turns his head towards you, the water almost reaching his knees.
You can't see him very clearly in the dark, but the lights from all the shops and hotels on the shore are enough for you to make out his little smile. Satoru crouches and splashes a bit of seawater on you.
"Shut up, I've had this on my mind for a while now", you reply and splash back, only with less vigor and interest than he did.
"Are you afraid someone might see us?", Gojo teases and offers you a hand instead of finishing the silly game he started. "We might as well go further inside"
"I'm not scared, Satoru, I was the one who brought it up first", you roll your eyes, yet accept his lead. "You're obnoxious"
"I didn't expect kinder words from you, dear", he goes on with the nicknames, the same way he did all day. Breakfast in the hotel? Here he comes with "darling". During shower? Same thing with "baby". While swimming in the pool? He continues. "Sweetheart", "loverboy" and all this tooth rotting stuff, because he lived just to spite you.
And you loved every single minute of it.
You've never had that much fun in summer lately, a holiday with him being all that you needed. The sunshine hitting his skin and his blue gaze lighting up whenever he looked at you enjoying yourself, and the softness of the waves hitting the shore as you cuddled together before falling asleep.
"Come here", Satoru takes you further and further into the water, holding your hand in his firmly, his thumb rubbing circles on your fingers. "I hope you aren't scared"
The water surrounded you both, while he was in up until his thighs now. You try to zoom in at the space between them, but ultimately fail. Too dark.
"I asked you a question", he insists, but his voice softens. Probably because he noticed what you were looking at. "You're so horny that the two rounds I gave you back in the hotel room weren't enough?"
"It was three rounds", you correct Gojo playfully. "I wanted us to try something new"
You knew he would like your answer. Satoru was getting bored of the typical trips to the pool and beach and then a walk around town and you were too. Although his pink little face was unmatched when he'd see you buy all these souvenirs and local foods, always asking you to pose for him so he could take pictures and keep them forever.
"That's my man", he says tenderly and kisses your cheek. "Good decision you picked this side of the beach"
He is right, still remote and away from the rest of the tourists, hotels and restaurants. Even the shore and its lights weren't that visible anymore, you being unable to spot any accidental onlooker. They wouldn't attempt to think you two were doing anything suspicious in this darkness, let alone realise you were there in the first place.
"It's a bit more comfortable swimming with you in the night than during the day", you confess. "You know, having to wear a swimsuit and stuff. With all these people"
"I guess being naked with me in the water after midnight where millions of fish can bite our ass is a bonus too", he laughs at his own joke, but takes your hand on his lips to kiss it. "Happy you feel better now", melting you with just his sweet tone. "There's nobody else here except from me"
Your heart skips a beat and you couldn't care less if the water temperature feels kinda chill on your skin. Your palms ache to hold his face and caress it, to touch every inch of him they could find on their way.
"I'm not cold", you answer. "I mean, I'm not as cold as to say I don't want to do this with you"
"Very well". Satoru pauses when he realises you both have reached just the right depth and holds you flush against his body. You try not to make much noise from the sudden movement, but your little scream is enough for him to push two fingers in your mouth. "Be quiet for me, please", making your situation more desperate. And him knowing it.
You nod enthusiastically, almost tearing up from the way he was gagging your throat, the longing feeling between your legs getting stronger and stronger for the millionth time again today.
"There's a different set of rules under the water, you know", he starts repeating the same sentence you had said during dinner, the moment you brought up the idea. "Have you ever had beach sex at least?"
This is new. He doesn't set your mouth free, just presses down his fingers on your tongue more, saliva running down your chin and on his hand. Only thing you can utter in this situation was a muffled moan and the only course of action being a negative shake of your head. The low giggle he lets out and his hand on your thigh make your blood boil. Satoru enjoyed it.
"I knew it", he boasts. "Big talk coming from you"
Classic degrading asshole.
"It would be hard for the both of us if we did this in the water", he imitates your previous words like a parrot and takes his finger out of your mouth slowly. "But I guess we can make the experience enjoyable"
You roll your eyes at him, but can't contain yourself any longer. His skin is so warm, along with his hot breath and quick little kisses on your neck.
"Sweet boy...", he mumbles and plants one at the top of your head, resting his chin on your hair.
You hum softly at the nickname he gives you and bury your face in his chest, sinking into the water and into him too. He giggles and wraps his arms around your upper body to pull you closer, leaving a small path with his lips on your forehead, moving to your cheeks and nose, just like he did before in bed. Satoru's worshipping was something that left you completely out of breath and drained you so much, but it was also something you were yearning for the most in this life.
"Do you like it here?", he whispers.
"Mm", you hum affirmingly, because you had no energy and instead were focusing on hiding your face against his chest, the way your lips touched his sternum making his heart beat faster, turning his underwater hug into the most peaceful experience you could have. You grab his hand, a bit more suddenly than you intended to, and lead it towards your inner thigh.
"Okay, dear"
Satoru's fingers touch you carefully but not with the same eagerness and speed from some time ago. He had to be more gentle underwater.
"How does it feel? Are you in pain anywhere?"
"I'm totally okay", you reply and snuggle his chest, exactly where his heart should be. "It's nice and quiet"
"You made sure it wasn't like this before", he splashes some salty drops on your face once again.
"I guess you're right", you mutter. "Asshole"
"What was that?". He cups your jaw with his palm and makes you turn your face on one side to look at him and his cunning annoying smile. You couldn't see it, but it sure as hell was there and Gojo made sure you'd face the facts either way.
Perhaps that's why you wanted to kiss him. He holds you tighter and closer, all while snickering to himself. His one hand slides against your bare chest while the other stops what it was doing down there.
"So now you just ignore me?", you joke and attempt at thrusting forward, trying to close your legs around his hand to keep it from leaving.
"Why not?", Satoru shrugs. "I've spoiled you too much I'm afraid"
"That's your problem to solve", you snap back. You glare at him in the dark and aggressively try shifting your position as he holds you in place. The feel of his huge palm so close to where you needed it made you ill.
"Slow down, dear". He swiftly adds pressure to your clit, and you can't help but immediately fold. The water made it so much worse. You stop squirming, spreading your thighs further apart for him instead. "Did I mention you're so good to me tonight?", Gojo chirped happily.
"N-not yet"
"Why are you trembling?", he notices and bursts out laughing. "I'm not doing something to you, am I?", he fastens his pace and bites roughly at your neck as you squeal from the sudden ting of pain.
"You're not very funny", you snap and spit water right on his face. He lets out an annoyed grunt and he suddenly stops playing with you. You can't see his expression, but you can almost see the pout and scrunch of his nose.
"I'm not? What kind of game is this?", Satoru begins to say as he sucks one of your nipples and pushes his teeth into the sensitive flesh. "I shall teach you some manners"
And he does. He holds your body as high up as he can and hungrily leaves marks all over it, your skin aching for more of his starved hands and mouth. It would surely turn heads tomorrow outside. The bastard knew you would never be able to hide anything.
"You're so good, baby", he admires and devours your lips, not even sick of the salty taste anymore.
But you can't really conceal the cold that takes you over soon enough. You sense Gojo tilt his head as he realises the trembling isn't from his torturing anymore.
"Aw, looks like we gotta take this inside", he admits and insists on carrying you until you reach the sandy shore "because he doesn't want you to get cold". He dresses both of you up and you scold him for it, but you don't mind at all when you remember the cosy hotel bed waiting for you.
You rest on his chest and close your eyes, only slightly opening them up to see if you have yet passed the hotel's outside entrance. His flip flops make a terrible squeaky noise and a random member of the staff raises his eyebrow and stares at Satoru weirdly for carrying his boyfriend out at 2 a.m. and annoying everyone. You feel him shake a bit and see him bite his lips; he's trying hard not to laugh, but it's impossible. The staff member is probably fuming, but doesn't say anything.
"You're so stupid, Satoru", you comment when you finally get to your door.
"Come on, now you're being mean", he says and turns the keys in the lock.
"You're always being meaner though"
He almost runs towards the bed in your room and drops you immediately, making you bounce on the mattress.
"So, I'm mean, huh?", he looks down on you from up there, widening his eyes on purpose and he looks so laughable you can't take him seriously. "Lay on your stomach, dear"
"Oh, tough gu-"
"Now", he commands and you stick your tongue out at him. He ducks and sits next to you in under one second. He himself flips you on his knees and you're sure the slapping of your ass can be heard all throughout the first floor. "I'll give you ten of this so be prepared", he mutters. "If you dare make one sound I'll start over again"
At the fifth hit, a little yelp escapes you accidentally. Satoru sighs in a fake disappointment and goes back to number one. It intrigued you how his careful loving hands could be capable of such beautiful pain and punishment, so much that you had to bury your face in your hands to get your flustered expression where he couldn't see.
"We're done, congrats", he celebrates and kisses your arched back tenderly and massages all the spots. "Let me get you some water"
His loving eyes don't lie as he ruffles your head and applies some lotion on any spot he messed up just a minute ago. He's still glowing from adoration despite the tiredness in his voice.
"Now who's ready for a shower? I can't sleep with all the salt on me"
"Me", you say quite out of breath.
It's almost embarrassing, him having to help you get up and walk to the bathroom was a weird ordeal, especially with the ways your sore muscles couldn't hold on anymore.
"That was possibly the best beach experience I've had", you confess. "I loved it"
Satoru has a grin from ear to ear and it's obvious he couldn't be more proud.