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“Getou-san, can I have the last report of the mission you did at Hyogo, please?”
Getou Suguru holds back a sigh as he squats down to take the said file under his table, stacked with other documents in a large file archive. He finds it easily as it has different cover color code which indicates that it was an out-of-town, special grade mission report file.
“Here you go,” he hands it to his co-worker who is still standing in front of his desk.
Ijichi Kiyotaka takes the file with a small, polite smile. The younger man thanks him, adding the file on top of the other report files he has in his hands. Suguru shakes his head seeing his junior work so hard even when his working time is over.
Suguru sighs through his nose, looking at the clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes left and he can be home. He spends his time gathering his stuff and checking his phone.
He’s got three messages from Yuuji who tells him that he and Nobara have arrived at their mission place safely, which makes Suguru smile in relief. He replies to him with a ‘Good luck. Stay safe and take care of each other.’ and three heart emoji.
Another message is from Satoru, telling him to be ready for tonight.
Ready for what? Suguru blinks, confused as he types his reply. Satoru types back not long after, telling him that he has something ‘special’ prepared for his ‘hard-working wife’. Suguru clicks his tongue at the smug reply but he cannot help the rush of adrenaline in his blood.
Satoru likes to do these things. Surprises. Suguru wasn’t someone who liked surprises. He likes to be prepared. But when it comes to Satoru—he cannot predict anything. It’s usually a nice date, a fancy vacation or very often: sex.
And that is something that Suguru desperately needs right at this moment.
Suguru never once thinks that his sex life is boring. Quite the contrary, it is actually something that he considers as the most interesting part of his life. Suguru is not vanilla and having Gojo Satoru as his life-partner makes everything possible. And it is… very much satisfying, to say the least. Suguru and Satoru both have high libido (Satoru’s is a little bit higher but that’s just because Suguru’s better at self-control) and they usually don’t have any problem to seek for a relief.
But—
But the problem is Suguru has been working non-stop at the school; assisting missions, grading exams, dealing with the committee and going to their sister school in Kyoto to solve some curses cases because of course they are always short-staffed. Suguru doesn’t complain a lot, he can tell you this, but sometimes, a man has a need. And that need would be a long sleep and maybe one or two bed activities with his husband.
And to make it worse, Satoru has been going on an international mission with Yuuta since two weeks ago and Suguru is quite desperate at this point.
Not that he’ll ever say that to Satoru’s face, though.
Another ding on his messenger app and Suguru makes a mistake to look at it because of course Satoru has to send him a dick pic but what makes him surprised is it’s taken on their bed. That only means one thing.
Suguru takes his bag quickly and slams the teacher room’s door closed as he stares at what Satoru writes: ‘been waiting for you all day.’ under another picture of Satoru’s hard, erected cock.
“Fuck,” Suguru curses softly as he exits the campus area.
This is gonna be a painful train ride.
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Suguru doesn’t have a time to prepare when he opens their apartment door before he’s getting slammed to the wall and Satoru’s familiar build envelopes him in a big hug. Suguru sighs, running his hands on Satoru’s broad back. He can feel Satoru’s erection through his pants rubbing against his stomach. He’s so hard and Suguru’s mouth salivates at the imagery.
“I miss you,” Satoru says, tightening his embrace, his hands traveling down to Suguru’s waist and giving his hips a small squeeze.
Suguru giggles, “I’m not the one who’s out of the country,” he says and laughs at Satoru’s pout.
“It wasn’t my decision,” Satoru says and actually leans to Suguru’s body, draping his tall figure to Suguru’s smaller one. “If it were me, I would take you instead,” he says with a cheeky smile, stealing a kiss on Suguru’s lips.
Kissing Satoru always feels like home for Suguru. It feels close and familiar and intimate but also risky and dangerous. They collide, they clash but also they melt together, moving in sync like they’re meant to be together.
Satoru’s leg sneaks between Suguru’s own, nudging his growing arousal and Suguru hums against Satoru’s lips. He takes Satoru’s bottom lip, biting it lightly, teasing. Satoru takes his turn, sucking Suguru’s lip softly and his hands move to knead his ass.
Suguru feels hot all over.
“What brings this on?” Suguru asks between his gasps. Satoru grasps his hips tight, grinding their growing erections together and Suguru moans at the sensation.
Satoru murmurs, hands grabbing Suguru’s ass, squeezing them lightly. “You actually brought this on, babe,” he says and Suguru blinks in confusion.
“I did?” Suguru asks, but giggles when Satoru kisses his jaw.
Satoru chuckles, “Right before I went for a mission with Yuuta. You said you wanted to kill that Gakuganji old man for making you and Megumi go through a hard mission and not letting you take any rest.”
Suguru snorts at the reminder. He did say that. It wasn’t a hard mission, to be fair, but it was located in Hokkaido and neither he nor Megumi are Gojo Satoru who can teleport to anywhere he wants in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t hard but it sure as hell was tiring. He had sent Megumi home first though, so at least his kid could get the rest he deserved.
“I really did want to kill him,” Suguru says, shaking his head.
“I won’t stop you,” Satoru says without a second thought. “It’ll be hilarious.”
“Only you would think so,” Suguru chuckles then moans when Satoru rocks his hips again, making Suguru’s legs lose their control.
Satoru holds him tight, whispering in his ear, “Then you told me how badly you wanted to see me.” He kisses Suguru’s temple and bites his ear, making Suguru gasp in surprise before adding, “How much you wanted me to tie you up and take care of you…”
Suguru moans, low and soft, remembering their video call last week where he got himself a private hotel room when he was on a mission then spent his time jerking off of Satoru’s voice. “Yeah—I did, didn’t I?” Suguru shakes his head.
“Yeah, and I hope you haven’t changed your mind about it…” Satoru says, and gives Suguru a wide, bright smile.
“What?”
Satoru chuckles and in a quick, smooth motion, scooping Suguru up to his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Suguru yelps, punching Satoru’s back. “Satoru—please, let me down! What do you mean by that?”
“You’ll know soon enough, love,” Satoru says as he adjusts Suguru’s weight on his shoulder, casually walking to their bedroom.
Suguru curses when Satoru kicks the door open, already thinking that the wooden door must be cracked and it would be a pain to repair. Satoru seems to not care about anything else because soon Suguru feels his body is being thrown to the mattress, causing him to bounce a few times.
“Satoru—” Suguru sighs, about to protest, but then he really looks around his surroundings and realizes the dimness of the room.
Their bed is seated in the middle of the room; the sheet feels different—softer, newer—and Suguru looks at the amount of roses petals around it. He can smell various scents around the space, more like an aromatherapy kind of fragrance.
“What is this?” Suguru asks almost hysterically, “Satoru?” He gives his husband a disbelieved look.
Satoru actually looks sheepish, but he does climb to the bed, caging Suguru inside his arms. “I want to surprise you?” he says but it sounds more like a question. “We’ve been away from each other since, what, two weeks ago? Just let me take care of you, yeah? I want to…”
Suguru’s whole body tingles with desire as Satoru roams his hand on his waist and gives his growing arousal a light press. Suguru sighs, closing his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief. He cannot hold back his laugh.
“Yeah—yeah, please. I want you to,” Suguru says and Satoru kisses his laugh away.
Satoru whispers, “Trust me?” and Suguru doesn’t think he knows how much he actually does. He nods in agreement, tugging Satoru to come closer and kisses him on his lips.
“Alright…”
Satoru pinches his hips teasingly, “Let’s get you naked and ready, my love.”
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The rope is red, looking so contrast with their dark bedcover and it looks majestic on Suguru’s pale skin. Satoru slides it up and down to Suguru’s naked thigh, then to his ankle, slow and teasing. Suguru’s breath comes short, he lets out a small sigh when Satoru drags the rope to his waist, up to his ribs until it brushes his nipple.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Satoru asks, “Red suits you the best, love.”
“You know my body so well, then,” Suguru chuckles, nudging Satoru’s bulge inside his black pants with his knee softly, grinding onto it until Satoru moans at the stimulation.
Satoru barks a laugh, leaning closer to Suguru’s face and plants a slow, deep kiss to his lips. “I do, and I promise you a good time.” Then he goes to their drawer, leaving Suguru cold and lonely.
But Suguru doesn’t doubt him a bit. His heart is pounding so fast, but not because of fear. He’s ready. He anticipates this. So when Satoru takes out a thick, silky black blindfold, Suguru automatically closes his eyes.
“Look at you,” Satoru says, softly like a prayer. “You’re so ready for me. I’m so lucky to have you…”
Suguru groans, muffling his voice by turning his head to moan against the pillow. His heart is swelling with pride and it’s thirsty for Satoru’s compliment. For his approval. He grinds his hips upward, feeling blood runs down to his groin and his arousal starts to stir.
“Fuck—” Suguru curses in a small voice, shutting his eyes tight. “Just—please, Satoru get it on me.”
And Satoru complies—Suguru loves it about him. There’s a time where Satoru would tease him until he can barely breathe but he never ever denies Suguru’s needs.
Darkness envelopes him then and all Suguru can feel is the soft fabric of their bed and Satoru’s fingers around his head. Suguru swallows, feeling his heart is about to burst. Satoru’s calloused fingers are dancing on his cheeks for a while, then they touch Suguru’s neck, giving it a little squeeze, enough for Suguru to gasp for air before he releases it gently.
“What do you think?” Satoru asks, his voice sounds away but Suguru doesn’t get worried.
Suguru huffs, “What do you want me to say? ‘Good’?” he teases and gasps loudly as he feels his balls are being squeezed.
Sadistic bastard.
“You know your smart mouth is my favorite, baby,” Satoru says, “But I think you’re not in a place to say anything but to answer my question.” He gives another squeeze, practically tugging Suguru’s cock until Suguru whimpers.
“Okay—” Suguru whines, hands gripping his sheet. “Okay… yeah.”
Satoru seems to be satisfied with his answer because the next thing he feels is a gentle stroke on his length. Satoru whispers, “Good. You’re so good…” and Suguru’s toes curl in pleasure.
He wants more. His tired body and aching muscles long for the pleasure Satoru gives him. Suguru squirms as Satoru grips his waist, massaging his ribs and turning his arms up. Suguru's fingers feel the wooden headboard, and his heart beats faster in anticipation.
Oh, here it comes.
“I’m gonna tie you up now,” Satoru says and Suguru can hear the rope being untied, “Are you ready for the next part, my love?”
Suguru suppresses the shiver that runs down his spine, unconsciously arching his back at the low and depth of Satoru’s voice. He can hear him hovering above his body and his breath hitches as he feels Satoru’s cold fingers trailing on his naked skin. His skin tingles, and Suguru wants to tell Satoru be quick—
“God, you’re trembling,” Satoru says against his ear and it’s heavy and hot and Suguru can’t help but whine in response.
Suguru can feel the exact moment Satoru puts the soft, cotton rope on his palms and Suguru closes his eyes beneath the silk blindfold. The rope slides slowly to his fingers, down to his wrist before he feels Satoru’s breath on his cheek. Suguru feels the rope tied on both of his wrists, loose enough to break, like a silent permission to be free if Suguru doesn’t want it anymore.
But Suguru does. He needs this. He wants to give himself to Satoru fully, completely pliant and fragile and vulnerable—
Satoru tightens the knots slightly, jolting Suguru’s body closer at the headboard. He feels Satoru’s hands wrap his waist, softly rubbing his skin with his thumbs, sending a thrill of arousal to his groin. Suguru suppresses another whine, biting his lip as he feels the rope slide to his neck, then down to his breasts and he feels Satoru’s hands rubbing his nipples softly and gives them a little tug to make Suguru moan. Then, slowly, the rope is tied around his body and Suguru shivers as if he’s being surrounded by snakes. It’s less terrifying, but he knows it doesn’t make it less dangerous.
It continues just like that—with Suguru lying on his back, naked and tied up with his legs spread apart, completely in Satoru’s mercy.
The final pull of the rope settles everything for Suguru. He’s panting, feeling both of his hands start to cramp, his cock is rock hard as Satoru strokes him throughout the process and something about being the only one naked—like a display—while Satoru still has his clothes on, makes Suguru’s stomach swirls.
“Beautiful…” Satoru sounds awed and Suguru can feel his stares all over his body.
Suguru is curious to see his reaction, tempted to rip the rope off, to tear the blindfold apart and just—but no. Satoru has made it clear that that’s not what they’re doing right now. Satoru is doing this for him. So Suguru relaxes as Satoru kisses his neck, sucking on it multiple times until Suguru’s sure there’ll be bruises all over his body. And the thought of being owned by Satoru makes his head dizzy.
Satoru kisses his chest, biting his collarbone in the process before latching his tongue on Suguru’s right nipple to suck. And Suguru’s cock twitches at the sensation. He throws his head back, moaning as Satoru begins to massage his breasts, sucking the nipples alternately. Satoru knows his nipples are sensitive. He’s been suggesting Suguru to get them pierced but Suguru never really thought of it seriously until now.
Maybe he should.
“Fuck—Satoru,” Suguru groans louder because of course Satoru has to tease his entrance at the same time as assaulting Suguru’s hardening nipples. He can feel Satoru’s saliva on them and he plans to make fun of him later for being such a dog but then Satoru rubs his cold finger on his rim and pushes in.
Suguru whimpers at the sudden intrusion, feeling his inside wall try to adjust with Satoru’s big and long finger. He hates him so much.
“You like it, dear?” Satoru taunts, chuckling when Suguru answers him with a moan, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better in no time. I promise.”
Suguru can only gasp when Satoru fingers him open, massaging his inside the way he likes and pushes every button of Suguru’s sanity. He groans when Satoru rubs his prostate, teasing it but never really pushing it and it drives Suguru crazy. He whines, throwing his head back as Satoru’s kisses get lower to his stomach.
Satoru actually kisses it as if Suguru has a womb.
“Fuck—” Satoru groans, seemingly to be intrigued by the idea and goes back to pepper Suguru’s tummy with kisses. When he goes even lower, Suguru’s breath gets stuck in his throat.
Satoru’s tongue is hot and thick and wet against Suguru’s shaft. Suguru sucks a sharp breath as Satoru licks the base of his cock, slowly and torturing. Satoru never stops pushing inside his anal wall, scissoring his hole to accommodate more fingers and Suguru wails. He bites his lip hard, trying so hard not to cum and finish everything too quickly.
Satoru buries his face even lower and Suguru’s whole body trembles as he feels Satoru’s hot breath against his entrance then it’s there, licking his dripping hole as if it’s gonna eat Suguru alive. And Satoru’s tongue is not a stranger to Suguru's inside. He’s been there a thousand times before but it never makes Suguru used to the overwhelming pleasure.
All he can hear is slurping noises from below and his own heavy, stuttering breath.
Suguru cries in pleasure as his hole now feels empty as Satoru pulls his fingers and tongue out. The cold air makes his hole puckered on nothing and Suguru wants something to fill him again. Bigger than Satoru’s fingers, hotter than Satoru’s tongue.
“Still with me, love?” Satoru asks, so close to Suguru’s ear that he can feel the dampness of his breath. Suguru whimpers in response because he feels Satoru hands all over his thighs and realizes that his legs are tied.
Since when did Satoru do that? Suguru swallows, too drowned in his lust-filled thoughts to realize what’s happening anymore.
“Satoru—please, I can’t take it anymore—” Suguru gasps as Satoru pinches and tugs his nipples.
“So beautiful…” Satoru says above him, “I know I said a lot but you really are ethereal, Suguru…” he sounds breathless and Suguru wants to see his face so badly.
He loves it when Satoru’s losing his control.
Something’s pressed on his rim once again and Suguru prepares himself for Satoru’s cock to enter. But it’s not hot enough—it’s a foreign feeling. Then when that something presses harder, Suguru registers what’s happening.
“Satoru—” Suguru whines as Satoru pushes a dildo inside his hole, so deep that it brushes his prostate with its little bumps. He jolts, gasping as Satoru pushes it even deeper and then it starts to vibrate.
“Fuck!” Suguru groans, squirming in pleasure. The knots on his legs are slightly tighter than his wrists and Suguru can break them easily just to put himself on Satoru’s stupid big dick—
But he wants to be good.
“Like it?” Satoru says and Suguru can feel his presence on his face. There’s something there—hot and hard and Suguru breathes on it, earning a whole moan from above. Suguru wants to hear it more.
He gives Satoru’s throbbing cock a lick, then he feels Satoru’s fingers slide to his mouth, opening it slowly. He taps his achingly hard cock to Suguru’s lips and tongue before it slides inside smoothly. Satoru pushes his cock more and Suguru’s throat works to swallow it whole. Satoru lets out a small noise behind his throat and pushes back before slamming his cock inside again.
“Hmmph—” Suguru takes a deep breath from his nose, sucking the head of Satoru’s cock in the process.
He doesn’t wear a condom. He never wears one. And Suguru can feel every muscle, every bulging veins, the smell and taste that is so Satoru, and Suguru is starving.
“Oh, you’re so good. So beautiful like this,” Satoru sighs, thrusting his hips in a familiar rhythm as Suguru tries so hard to maintain his posture, to not give up on sucking his husband’s cock.
The vibrating inside his inside is not going down and Suguru starts to get used to it. It’s still hard and suffocating in a foreign way—he needs Satoru’s cock—but he keeps lapping Satoru’s length, licking all the way to the head and gives it a small kiss before taking it whole.
“Ahh…” Satoru moans, long and deep, and one of his hands thread Suguru’s hair softly. He gives it a little tug gently, firmly holding Suguru’s head with his other hand and thrusts his hips in and out faster.
Suguru almost chokes on his saliva but he eases his throat, taking as much as Satoru’s willing to give him.
“You’re so lovely. Your cock is so hard—are you close, love? Does sucking my cock make you want to cum?”
Yes. Yes. Suguru can only growls in response, sending a thrill to Satoru’s spine. Satoru strokes his cheek then and Suguru feels like he’s drowning.
Satoru pulls back his cock from Suguru’s mouth and Suguru coughs, his throat feels sore. With nothing in his mouth, Suguru cannot hold back his little moan as his hips thrust upward, helplessly trying to get any friction from anything.
He’s so hard. So achingly hard.
“Easy, love. I got you,” Satoru says and Suguru feels the dildo is being pulled. Just when he thinks Satoru will get it out completely, he slams it again in a hard thrust, causing Suguru to roll his eyes behind the blindfold.
“Satoru!” he gasps, feeling the vibrating increased, hitting his anal walls and prostate in the process. “Fuck—ah! Oh!”
“Shit—does it feel good? Do you want more?” Satoru asks without stopping his movement.
“Yes—” Suguru gasps. Suguru doesn’t want to beg. He never begs before—Satoru always gives him what he wants—but now, with the overwhelming pleasure inside him all he can think is just Satoru and Satoru’s cock. “Yes! Satoru, please, I want you—no! I need you inside right now…” Suguru sobs, “Please…”
“Fuck. Okay,” Satoru groans, and Suguru can feel him rutting his cock on Suguru’s opened legs, smearing his pre-cum on Suguru’s skin. “Okay, love, I’ll give it to you.”
Satoru pulls the dildo slowly and Suguru moans with it, then it’s out from his hole with a loud, wet ‘pop’. Suguru catches his breath, inhaling oxygen as much as his lungs capability.
Suguru is still in the middle of calming his breath when Satoru pushes his cock in and Suguru throws his head to his side, feeling his inside accommodates the familiar intrusion. The heat of Satoru’s shaft spreads to Suguru’s whole body, and Suguru can only lie there, immobilized.
“Fuck—how much I missed this,” Satoru groans, pulling his hips back and impatiently smacks Suguru’s ass with his thrust again and again.
“Satoru! Ah!” Suguru whines, feeling the familiar shape of Satoru’s cock stretch him wide and stuff him full. “Fuck—baby…”
Satoru growls, putting both of his hands on Suguru’s spread thighs, pushing them further apart and starts pounding.
Suguru wails, squirming at the hard thrust, feeling his prostate being attacked in a fast, sharp push. His jaw goes slack and he can feel sweat coming from his forehead down to his neck and chest as Satoru buries himself deeper inside his body.
“Suguru!” he moans, “Fuck—I miss you.” Satoru pushes himself impossibly closer, practically folding Suguru’s body in half, never stopping his hard pounding inside as if he wants to make sure Suguru’s inside remembers his cock shape.
He swipes Suguru’s sweaty forehead, rubbing his cheeks lovingly and Suguru can only whimper. Satoru kisses his eyelids from the blindfold but Suguru can still feel the heat from his lips. Their bodies move together in a familiar dance, searching for each other’s warmth.
“Satoru…” Suguru sighs, his voice is thin and weak and Suguru would never show anyone else this side of him. “Please, baby, give me more…” he ends his plea with a deep moan, feeling Satoru nudges his prostate again.
“I will give you everything, love,” Satoru says. He’s close, Suguru can feel his breath on his face. His hands travel up from Suguru’s waist to his tied wrist on the headboard, gripping them together as he moves again.
“I’ll give you my all,” Satoru says, pounding into Suguru’s inside with such force that makes Suguru’s body jolt up and down wildly. He buries his face to Suguru’s neck, finally succumbing to pleasure as he keeps talking, “I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you my life. Give you my cum that you love so much until you get round and plump with it.”
Suguru cries, feeling his tears rolling on his cheeks as he imagines his body getting impregnated by his husband. He’ll be a good mother. He’ll be a good wife.
“Satoru—Satoru!” Suguru sobs, “Fuck…” his inside clench around Satoru’s cock, sucking it deeper inside himself, never wants to let it go.
“You like that, love?” Satoru whimpers, “I’m gonna put a baby inside of you…” He stutters his hips, seemingly to be as affected as Suguru with his dirty talk.
“Fuck, Satoru! I’m close—” Suguru gasps, “I’m so close…”
Satoru cups his face, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. “Come for me, love. Let it go… I got you,” Satoru says reassuringly.
And it’s all what takes Suguru through the edge. His cock is twitching twice before it spurts his come, so much that Suguru feels it land on his chest. He hears Satoru cursing between the numbing pleasures of orgasm, and suddenly Satoru stops his movement, cumming inside him.
The feeling of being filled to the brim makes Suguru cry again, sobbing against Satoru’s chest—because it feels close, it feels intimate. It feels like coming home.
Satoru recovers first as he strokes Suguru’s hips and whispers against his lips, “You good?”
Suguru hums in response, unable to form any word. His body feels tired. He wants to sleep. Satoru doesn’t mind it though, as he slowly unties the knots on Suguru’s wrists. Suguru groans as his arms finally set free. He’s gonna feel the cramp for days, but he finds himself not minding it a bit.
“Satoru, hold me…” Suguru says to Satoru who’s now untying the rope on his ankles.
Satoru slides back on top of him in seconds, and Suguru sighs as he feels complete. Satoru doesn’t say anything, just rubbing Suguru’s sore hips tenderly and kisses his temple and Suguru appreciates it so much. The pleasure of their sex activity is still fresh and overwhelming on Suguru’s body, he can’t move a single muscle.
After a few minutes, their breathing calms down and rain starts pouring outside. Satoru gets up, leaning on his elbows to ask, “Shower?”
Suguru nods, “Shower.”
And when Satoru scoops him up again to go to their bathroom, Suguru doesn’t protest as his chest is filled with love.
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When they’re done, Suguru’s body feels like it’s turned into jelly. He’s sore everywhere—but it’s fine, it’s a good kind of sore. Suguru lies on his back, wrapped in Satoru’s thick oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He still can feel the sensation of the rope around his body and he has to stop his thoughts from expanding to a dangerous territory. His cock is very much spent, thank you very much.
Just when Suguru starts to miss him, Satoru is back with a tray of two steaming ceramic mugs. He’s changed his clothes to one of his black t-shirt and shorts. He looks sweet and handsome like that. Harmless. Completely different from his cold and sadistic demeanor an hour ago.
Suguru sits up when Satoru hands him the mug. It’s honey lemon tea, his favorite.
“Thank you, baby,” Suguru sighs before sipping the liquid, healing his sore throat.
“Are you alright, love?” Satoru asks, scooting closer to Suguru’s side. “You’re not hurt anywhere?”
Suguru chuckles behind the mug, cheeks heating up at the question. Even after their three years of marriage, this side of Satoru has never changed. This side of him that Suguru holds close to his heart.
“I’m dead tired, but I’m very much happy,” Suguru plants a kiss on Satoru’s forehead. “Thank you, my love.”
Satoru’s face does this thing where he grimaces but also blushing so hard that his whole face is glowing. It’s endearing.
“I’m just doing what you asked,” he says, busying himself with his own mug, suddenly being embarrassed. Suguru wants to tease him more, but he loves this side of Satoru too.
Suguru hums, brushing his hand on Satoru’s half-dried hair, giving him a little pinch on his cheek. “When do you have time to prepare everything, though?” Suguru asks, as Satoru leans closer to nuzzle his hand.
“Hm… I didn’t take the flight,” Satoru says, kissing Suguru’s palm. “I teleported here just this morning.”
Suguru can’t help it—he laughs. “And about Yuuta?” he asks, shaking his head, “Did you leave him alone then?”
Satoru shrugs, “He’s with Miguel anyway. Besides, I really miss you. They took you away from me for two weeks.” Satoru growls, frowning and buries his face in Suguru’s neck, biting his beating vein in the process.
And Suguru thinks it’s fair. His husband is Gojo Satoru after all. He always gets what he wants.
As they’re cuddled together in their bed, clean sheets and summer rain pouring outside their window, Satoru makes himself comfortable behind Suguru. He squeezes Suguru’s waist, wrapping him in a tight hug. Suguru feels safe.
“Next time, I’ll kill that Gakuganji old man for you,” Satoru says out of the blue and Suguru laughs at the nonchalant statement.
He turns his head to capture Satoru’s lips in a deep kiss, threading their fingers together.
“No need, I’ll kill him myself.”
Satoru cackles in response.