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A terrible idea (or just things without context) — ONE SHOT

Satoru had a long, exhausting day. Boring meetings with the higher-ups, endless administrative work, and Panda, Maki, and Toge somehow more unbearable than usual. So when he got back to his apartment, he didn’t bother picking up a book or turning on any of his consoles. He just dropped himself onto one of his expensive sofas and, without even taking off his blindfold, closed his eyes.

His hair fell in shining waves, his skin smooth and pale like fine porcelain, his cheeks flushed, his sleepy cat-like eyes, and his slightly parted lips—all coming together in that same exquisite way Suguru always did. To top it off, with one finger resting on his lips and lying on his side on the bed, his eyes sparkled with that same look he used to give Satoru years ago, full of unspoken desires.

“Why don’t you lie down next to me, Satoru?”

Satoru knocked himself on the head a couple of times. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you. You’ve taken so long. Weeks, months, years. I think it’s finally time, Satoru.”

Satoru looked out the window. None of this made any sense. He searched for something out of place, some sign of where he was, but his room looked exactly the same as always. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember how he’d ended up here.

“Time for what?”

Suguru sat up in bed, motioning for Satoru to come closer. Naturally, he did. Suguru cupped his face, kissed him softly on the lips, and, very slowly, whispered:

“To kill me.”

Suddenly, the room filled with a black haze, surrounding them both. Suguru began to laugh and rubbed his right arm as if it hurt.

“This is a dream,” Satoru murmured.

“Took you long enough to figure it out. Well…” Suguru started combing his hair with his fingers, and Satoru noticed them beginning to stain with blood. “…that’s my point. You’re always late.”

Satoru grunted. He knew what was coming, but, as always, he wanted to try probing his subconscious just a little further.

“Suguru, do you…do you want me to kill you?” he asked softly, in the gentlest way he could, given the nature of the question.

Suguru stopped laughing.

“I’m already dead, Satoru.”

Satoru shot up, his heart pounding intensely as the memory of the nightmare still lingered. His breathing was rapid, almost gasping, and he felt a few cold drops of sweat trickle down his forehead. For a few moments, he stared at the ceiling, as if that could somehow erase Suguru’s words from his mind. He could feel the weight of the anguish in his chest, the emptiness that vision left behind, but little by little, his breathing steadied. With a deep sigh, he got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen. As he calmed down, he opened the fridge, grabbed a tub of ice cream and a can of Coke, then sat down again and started eating in silence.

Suddenly, an idea struck him like lightning. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram.

“Every time I dream about you, it’s because…” he murmured to himself, typing Suguru’s username. “…aha.”

A genuine smile spread across his face when he saw that, once again, Suguru had unblocked him.

What a terrible idea.

A moment earlier

Suguru was rubbing lotion onto his hands, taking his time, reflecting on his day.

Three exorcisms, two meetings with investors, and one interview. A pretty busy day, but they were all like that. The life of a leader wasn't easy-there were countless things that needed his attention, which kept him running around constantly. He didn't complain, but he was tired. Really tired.

Miguel and Larue noticed how his busy life was taking a toll on him, so they offered to take the twins on a weekend trip. At first, Suguru refused, saying he wasn't tired, that they were imagining things, that it wasn't necessary. But after the sorcerers listed some things he could do in peace-like taking a bubble bath, having a few glasses of wine, or watching a movie-he decided to go along with it.

Maybe it was exactly what he needed.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, smiled, and began combing his hair. It felt strange to have time for himself; he'd forgotten how much he enjoyed it.

"What can I do now?" he wondered aloud, inspecting his eyes up close. He grunted slightly, noticing his skin looked a bit dry.

"Right. Good idea, Suguru."

He went to the bathroom, applied a face mask, and set a twenty-minute timer on his phone. Then, he lay down on his bed.

"Just while it sets," he murmured, yawning loudly before closing his eyes.

Suddenly, he found himself in a store he hadn't visited in years-since his teenage days, to be exact. He felt thirsty, craving one of those sodas he used to get there all the time. He started looking for it in the coolers, but they weren't there. Instead, he found four doors, each in a different color: yellow, red, and blue. He clicked his tongue. He didn't want to go through any of them. He turned around to leave the store, but the place had turned into an ethereal force field.

"I hate these dreams!" he exclaimed as he turned back to face the doors. He examined them and, after a minute, figured out the obvious. He let out a deep sigh.

"It's not fair that you get two colors," he muttered, opening the blue door.

"It's not my fault," said Satoru, appearing through it. "You know that."

"What are you doing here?"

Satoru shrugged.

"It's your subconscious, bangs."

Suguru looked at him for a moment. The Satoru in his dream looked exactly as he had almost ten years ago. Slightly longer, fluffier hair, the school uniform, and his ever-present glasses. He laughed. He'd been thinking about his teenage years a lot lately, so this made sense.

"Why do you look like a kid?"

"'Like a kid?!"

Suguru burst out laughing.

"You know what I mean."

Satoru pulled a piece of candy from his pocket and began chewing it.

"I think it's because of the door color."

Suguru glanced at the doors again, then raised an eyebrow.

"Who's behind the yellow one?"

"You, if you hadn't killed all those people. Wanna see?"

Suguru scoffed, then shook his head.

"Not interested."

"You scared, bangs?"

Geto moved away from Satoru and stood beside the red door. He put his hand on the doorknob and smiled flirtatiously.

"I assume behind this one is you in that annoying mummy getup."

Satoru laughed and offered him another candy.

"You love it. Admit it."

"Uh-huh."

Gojo got close, their noses almost touching. Suguru swallowed. He knew this was a dream, but even so, he couldn't shake the guilt he felt getting aroused by a fifteen-year-old kid.

"You love all my versions," Satoru whispered, bringing his hand down toward Suguru's crotch.

"Okay, okay, if this is gonna be one of those dreams, I'll take the mummy!" Suguru blurted, moving away and cracking open the red door.

"Too late to change your mind," Satoru replied, looking over his glasses.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if you open it, you get neither. Know why?"

Suguru sighed. He already knew the answer.

"Because blue and red make purple."

"Bingo! And what's behind the purple door?"

As soon as he said this, a fourth door appeared. Suguru's heart began to pound, a nearly paralyzing fear creeping over him.

"I don't know..."

"Nah, you know, Suguru."

Geto didn't answer. He backed away from Satoru, desperately searching for an escape.

"I want to wake up."

Satoru walked over, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him toward the door.

"Open it first," he ordered.

"Let go of me, jerk!"

Gojo tightened his grip, and Suguru started to feel short of breath.

"We're in this fucking mess because of you, Suguru, so open it!"

Suguru shook his head, repeating over and over that he wanted to wake up. Satoru released him, only to grab him by the hair.

"WANT TO WAKE UP? OPEN IT!" He threw him against the door, and Suguru had no choice.

As he opened it, Satoru walked through, and the teenage version vanished.

Suguru, catching his breath, looked at this version of the albino with curiosity. It was the same Satoru he'd seen less than six months ago, but instead of his blindfold, he wore a black headband over his eyes.

"Suguru! Are you alright?" Gojo knelt down and hugged him, thin tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Suguru. Please, forgive me. I had no choice. You...you didn't leave me a choice."

Suguru didn't reply. He just clung to him, fear freezing him in place. He hated being there, hated how real it felt, and hated finding comfort in this Satoru-his executioner. Gojo stroked his hair, continuing to beg for forgiveness.

Fed up with being trapped in his own mind, Suguru broke free from Satoru's arms. He looked at him closely and saw, even under the thick headband, that Satoru's eyes were full of pleading.

"How... how can I ever escape you, Satoru?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Satoru slid the headband down to his neck, his tear-filled eyes locked on Suguru's.

"You can't."

Suguru woke up suddenly to the sound of his alarm, his heart pounding like he’d run a marathon. Quickly, he rushed to the bathroom, ripped off his mask, and his body doubled over, tense, as he vomited. Panting, he sat beside the toilet, waiting for his breathing to steady. His mind was blank, and all he knew was that he wanted to feel better and forget what he had dreamed. At that moment, he wasn’t asking life for anything more.

Suddenly, without knowing why, he reached for his phone. He opened Instagram, went to Satoru’s profile, and unblocked him.

“If I can’t beat you, then…” he murmured, pulling out another mask.

What a terrible idea.

A moment later

Satoru didn't wait even a second to message Suguru. He knew Suguru had unblocked him so he'd see his photos and stories, but more than anything, so he'd talk to him. This game was a familiar one for both of them.

You unblocked me, Geto-sama.

Suguru noticed his phone light up six minutes after unblocking him. Seeing Satoru's name and photo, the weight of that dream lifted, if only for a moment. He opened the chat and set a nine-minute timer. It seemed like a reasonable amount of time to leave him on read.

When Satoru saw his message had been read, he scoffed but felt his heart speed up. Even though he knew Suguru was doing it on purpose, a part of him feared he'd get blocked again before he even got a reply.

Once the timer went off, Suguru grinned.

Mischievously, he began typing nonsense in the message kithout sending it, just so Satoru would see the "typing" bubble for a few minutes. Occasionally, he'd stop, letting the bubble disappear, then start again-an orchestrated symphony to get on the albino's nerves.

Satoru, on the other end, had an unprecedented urge to wring his neck.

Suguru finally stopped typing. He waited a minute, sighed, and then picked up the phone again.

I suppose I did, Gojo Satoru.

—————-continues in https://archiveofourown.org/works/60470752

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shewasverynice · 2 days ago

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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Tsukumo Yuki, Choso

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 86 ✧˚₊‧ (NSFW)

Satoru slammed his office door open with the theatrical flair of a man on a mission, then paused, dead still, for one dramatic moment as he scanned the hallway like he dared someone to try him. With an exaggerated slowness, he closed the door and locked it with a sharp click.

And then he was on her.

He crossed the room in a blink, hands on her waist as he kissed her hard, his mouth hot and urgent against hers. She gasped into him as they bumped into a chair, then the filing cabinet, then finally, her lower back hit the lip of his desk.

He kissed her like the world was ending, and maybe, for all they knew, it was. His fingers dug into the fabric at her waist, anchoring her to him as if she could disappear at any second. She tangled her hands in his jacket as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that stole her breath and scrambled every rational thought she had left.

She barely registered the edge of the desk digging into her before he lifted her with ease, one arm behind her knees, the other on her back, and set her down atop the papers and clutter like none of it mattered.

It didn’t. Not now.

He kissed her again, slower this time but still desperate, lips parting only so he could whisper her name like a secret. She could feel how hard his heart was pounding, like it wanted to leap out of his chest and into her hands.

Her fingers slid into his hair, dragging gently through the short strands near his undercut, pulling a guttural sound from deep in his throat. Her other hand cupped his jaw, her thumb brushing along his cheek like she could wipe the anxiety straight from his bones.

When they broke for air he shivered and both of them were breathing like they'd just survived something catastrophic or maybe like they were about to cause something. He whispered her name like it hurt to say it, like it was stitched into his ribs and saying it out loud pulled at the seams.

It felt almost criminal to lay his hands on her hips with his mind so consumed, but he'd be damned if he was stopping now. Satoru's big hands gripped right beneath her waist, right where the meat of her hips met the edge of her black slacks. She shuddered before arching into his grasp, smiling up at him. His hands felt so much larger, squeezing into her curves, pressing his fingers in deep like he could leave his prints on her as some kind of proof.

In a frenzy of need, Satoru tore open her white blouse, exposing her lacy bra and flinging a couple of the white buttons across the room. He buried his face in her cleavage, mouthing at the soft mounds through the delicate fabric. His lips dragged against the lace, his eyes nearly rolling back when he inhaled the scent of her skin so close. "I need to see you, all of you..." He murmured as he nosed up to her neck.

Satoru's hands skimmed upwards, pushing up beneath her bra before squishing her breasts perfectly in his grip. Sarah gasped, and he gave them another squeeze before rubbing at the soft peaks of her nipples with his thumbs, shuddering as they stiffened for him. The urge to pull one into his mouth was killing him, but instead his hands followed the curve of her ribs down until they drifted back out to smooth over her hips.

He was staring down at her, where her blouse had come untucked and drifted up to give him a glimpse of her stomach. Biting his lip, he couldn't help but push his finger at the soft and just barely rounded area beneath her belly button, smirking as she blushed and swatted shyly at his hand and whined about not picking on her. She'd gotten softer since she became herself fully, not that she wasn't strong still. It was just enough to soften the edges of her muscles, just enough to make it irresistible for him.

"Sorry," he muttered, but he really wasn't.

Sarah leaned back against the wood, her back flat and leg up with the arch of her foot angled up on the lip off his desk. Sinfully tempting, her eyes were half-lidded and her long brown eyelashes brushed her cheeks with every blink like some kind of horny fantasy. A pretty blush dusted over her chest, traveling through the valley of her breasts. Her breath was stuttering, one of her hands behind her head in her own hair and the other resting on his shoulder.

The muscles of her abdomen contracted under his palms as soon as his hands were on her again. He brushed just beneath her belly button with his thumbs, encouraging her to relax as his hands slid down and down until they were sliding inwards on her thighs.

Sarah stiffened and Satoru's head lifted enough for him to look up at her. She sat up and his chin found itself delightfully perched on that soft little mound on her lower belly while her hands gently lifted his blindfold off his face.

Seeing her clearly was like seeing the sun for the first time after he'd been freed from the prison realm. No second guessing, no blindfold to filter out anything, just the deep green of her eyes staring into his with an affection that made him want to say something romantic.

"You're so pretty." he mumbled, then regretted opening his stupid mouth.

She laughed a in a shaky breath and tucked his blindfold into her pocket, cocking her head to the side before jutting her chin towards him. Keep it going. Don't you dare stop.

Satoru didn't need to be told twice.

In a flurry, her blouse was pulled up, untucked and thrown wide open. Belt, gone. Thumbs hooked into her slacks before yanking them down to her knees. His hand reached for her panties before he paused, swallowing the saliva gathering in his mouth.

"Do you—uhh… Can I taste—?" he mumbled, pushing his cheek up against her inner thigh and flicking his eyes down to her panties as if that completed the question.

She raised a brow, confusion flashing across her face before it clicked for her. "Oh, well I…" She dropped her head back onto her hand again and he could feel her thighs twitch nervously. She hesitated before saying, "I guess so. If you want to."

Satoru stood up, slamming his hands beside her and leaning over her, looking straight into her eyes. "What?! Do you not like it or something? Really? You're not—"

She put her hand over his eyes, but he saw the deep blush on her face before she tried to hide. Not like that worked anyway. A hand, a blindfold, whatever, he didn't need to see to see, you know?

"It's fine Satoru." Her voice was muffled beneath her arm now, her face hidden in the bend of her elbow. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

What? What the heck was this? He'd never met someone who was disinterested in oral. Anyone that had had a decent lover was always ready to—

OH!

"It's fine Satoru," he snickered, mocking the pitch of her voice.

She peeked out from under her arm as he slithered back down her body, letting his chin drag down until he knelt on the floor between her legs. His hands settled on her pelvis, framing her still clothed center just at the perfect angle for prying her legs apart and keeping them there while he worked.

"It's fine, you don't have to," he teased again, nudging at her panties with his nose and inhaling her scent.

"Stop it," she huffed, propping up on her elbows.

"Haibara did you dirty, huh?" He grinned up at her, "Don't worry, I'll fix that."

She inhaled to chastise him, but when he pressed the lightest kiss at the line of her hairs, her hips twitched. Satoru pulled back then pressed his lips at her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft and smooth against his mouth and he pressed two more soft kisses before he had to swap over, taking the time to lift the abandoned leg and hook her knee over his shoulder while giving her other the same treatment.

Satoru continued, mouthing and nipping at her inner thighs. Softly kissing and licking at her sensitive skin until he could feel her hips wriggling, knees bend and toes curling on his upper back. His eyes flicked up. Her lip was caught between her teeth, her eyes scrunched up. His tongue swiped across his upper lip before he leaned in and kissed her panties right over her clit.

She choked out a gasping whine and he snickered. "It's not fine, hmm?" he purred. His tongue traced her slit over her panties, soaking them even more than they already were. "You teased me and messed with me for days," The flat of his tongue dragged up again she tried to muffle her whine that time. "Let me show you what you've been asking for."

Satoru nuzzled the crease of her thigh, inhaling her again before laying tiny kisses all around her slit. He kept his mouth roaming, all around, barely touching, flicking out his tongue just to taste but keeping away from anything that would give her any relief.

His dick was organizing a protest from inside his pants, but it would be cruel if he didn't tease her at this point. All her bad sex memories needed to be overridden. Matter of fact… everything about her other lover needed to be overridden. All of it.

Bracing against the desk with his chest, he wrapped his arms around under her and pushed down on the tops of her thighs. He held her still as she squirmed and pushed into him, chasing after his lips. He grinned as he hooked his left index finger under her panties, flicking his eyes up to hers in a long pause. Her breath grew rapid, her eyes growing wider, her legs trembling.

Pulling the fabric aside he flattened his tongue, placing it at the base of her inner labia before moving his head up and licking a fat slick stripe through.

Her legs kicked out and he pushed forward, holding her down as she gasped. Satoru kept his tongue wide and flat, relaxing into it and letting his neck do the work. Laving her from bottom to top, covering every inch of her. Every time he made it to her clit he gave it a flick with just the tip of his tongue and Sarah gasped every single time.

Satoru kept his eyes trained on her face, spreading her open with his tongue, holding her still with his powerful forearms. He leaned in, giving her a little more pressure and feeling her thighs try to flex against his head. Slowly and steadily he pressed a little more, tasting the slick beading out just for him.

She tasted so good. Her flavor washed over him, making his cock jump. Every pass made him groan, made his eyes flutter shut before he had to force them open again. This shit was the best, but even better was that it was her he was making pant like that. When he could get her to actually moan out loud he was sure that his heart was going to stop.

It was at this time he realized he was grinding against his stupid desk.

He dove back in, finding her clit and forming a seal with his lips. Her hands flew down to his hair, gasping as she tugged and crossed her ankles behind his head.

"Oh—Oh my god," she hissed, "S-Satoru!"

"Mhmm?" he checked, glancing up at her.

She sat up, staring down at him and pushing his bangs back and holding them there with her palm on top of his head. Her mouth hung open, not a single patch of skin on her face not flushed red with her eyes barely open. She nodded quickly, short and desperate. "Fuck, yes!"

Satoru hummed as he focused again, sucking in long deep pulls that had Sarah's fingers scraping in his hair. Her nails dragged on his scalp and his eyes rolled back, his lips smirking against her. He could feel her her slick leaking down his chin as his tongue swirled on her clit right at the apex of a deep pull. His reward was a pitched whine that might as well have been her hands on his balls—he was so fucking hard it was starting to hurt.

He grunted, pulling her forward so her ass was at the edge of the desk. He was touched for a moment at her pliability, letting herself be guided by his arms and putting her trust in him. He let one arm down, reaching between her legs now to explore the length of her slit, keeping up that slow and steady pressure of his lips on her clit.

He wet his fingers, pushing them up and through her labia slowly. He let them slip over her hole, soaking them just enough before he swiftly pushed his middle finger inside.

Sarah's toes curled and she cried a sharp, "Aah!"

Satoru shuddered, melting down until his thighs touched his calves. That precious sound was fucking everything. He wanted to hear it on a goddamn loop. He pressed his finger as deep as he could, his knuckles settling against her flesh. She was so warm inside, squeezing his finger involuntarily in a quiet plea for more.

But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her to make that fucking sound again.

Her hips bucked, forcing his finger to move inside her. She stared down at him, begging and pleading with her eyes.

Satoru didn't make her wait, greedily pulling and pushing his middle in and out in a rhythm that had her jolting. She was leaning in out with the pull of his lips still on her clit, and trying to catch her breath. And sure, he could have given her a break, but when his middle finger joined the barrage she cried out again, just the way he wanted.

"Fuck, Sarah," Satoru moaned, briefly breaking the seal but keeping his fingers moving. "Make some more noise for me? Please."

Shit, but when he asks her for something she fuckin' delivers.

"Satoru, please don't stop," she whimpered, letting her voice loose. Oh, and yep, there it was. His heart temporarily stopped just as he predicted.

He groaned, the sound cut off when his lips sealed on her clit again and he spread his fingers inside her. Pushed as deep as he could too, before dragging back in a diabolical stroke. He kept one eye open until the pads of his fingers brushed riiiight—

"Aah! Right there! Ohhhh fuck!!"

Her thighs snapped closed around his ears and he grunted, but didn't stop. He rubbed his fingers in, flicking and swirling his tongue faster and faster, sucking harder. Slick was downright drooling down his chin and down the line of her ass. If he wasn't so busy blowing her fucking mind he'd be lapping that up like syrup.

"Aaah! Ohhh please, Satoru! Don't stop! Don't—Don't stop!!" Her chest was heaving, her thighs squeezing hard and her hand tight in his hair.

Her back arched, toes curling hard and calves lifting off his back and freezing there. All sound suddenly stopped from her and he could feel it. She was right there. Breathing rapid and shallow before…

"I'm gonna come!"

Two things happened. One, of course, being that she came so hard that he had to sit up to hold her down. Two, also of course, was that something in his brain short circuited.

Satoru pushed himself up to his feet as soon as she was starting to calm down and hissed with relief as he practically threw his slacks down. His cock had felt too hot and trapped, not to mention the wet spot of precum that had seeped through his damn boxer-briefs. When he reached down, pushing them down to his knees he heard a tiny gasp.

"Oh so like…" she mumbled breathlessly, shamelessly staring at his cock, "You uhh, you weren't kidding about being big, huh?"

His knees were tingling, half-asleep from kneeling so long and his jaw was a little sore, but praise like that felt like a goddamn power-up.

"Told ya," he mumbled, lifting her feet out of the way and yanking open his bottom desk drawer to root around for a condom and found… nothing. Just a bunch of unfinished papers and some extra pens. "Damn," he swore, but before he could even look up at her, she stopped his heart for the second time that day.

"It's okay," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear and voice sultry like the devil she was clearly possessed by. "Just pull out if you're worried."

"Oh, do not say that," he wheezed.

Pull out? Pull out?! There is no goddamn way.

"I can't. No way… I'll just have to—to—" His chest was heaving, his cock throbbing angrily.

Bad idea. This is a very bad idea. Don't even consider it…

But his mouth was already moving.

"…are you sure?"

Without giving an answer, Sarah rolled onto her stomach, lifting up her head and tossing her hair back with a grin over her shoulder. She leaned her front down and pushed up onto her toes, lifting her hips, her damn eyelashes fluttering all innocent. He hadn't really looked at her pussy yet, but just then he could finally see it and it felt like his dick was fucking crying at his indecision.

A string of slick and his saliva dripped from her, wasted on the floor.

"I—… y—…" he muttered uselessly.

Struck wordless, he reached down with both palms landing unsure on each of her hips. With a few soft pats and a few gentle lifts of her body, he guided her up onto her toes and her back just arched just a touch more—angled just right to swipe and wet his cock between her lips.

"Hold still," he mumbled as his hands awkwardly drew back, "just… just like that for me—just like that…"

With a grip at the middle of his cock he swiped through just a few more times, keeping his eyes on the back of her head. His lower lip was drawn into his mouth between his teeth, his body tensing and jolting with each slip through. Satoru dragged his cock down one more time before it caught on her hole, easing the head inside and parting her swollen folds. She inhaled sharply, hips pushing up and back and she held her breath.

Driving in a little further, both of his hands landed on the desk barely holding him upright as his breathing grew rapid. Her pussy was so hot, so wet. He'd never done it bareback like that—he could feel every tiny twitch of her insides. He'd never wanted to risk get baby trapped by some random chick or some kind of permanent disease with partners he didn't know but… damn!

She was perfect like this.

"Shit, oh my god your cock is huge," she grit, clenching her teeth. He could feel the tension in her thigh and her lower back where his palms were still splayed on her skin. He knew he was hurting her, probably more than she was letting on. "S-sorry…" he mumbled guiltily. Sorry?! Sorry?! Did he just apologize for how big his dick was? What the fuck?! "It's okay," she choked out in a whisper, "J-just keep going!"

Her hips just kept pushing back, swallowing his cock before he was ready. Despite how hard he'd made her come, she was still tight enough to make him see stars. He could feel her stretching herself, forcing herself back onto him, taking him inch by inch until her ass pushed against his hips and she finally gasped out the breath she was holding.

Satoru's eyes scrunched shut and he pushed himself up on one hand, reaching back with the other to hold onto her hip. He could hear her swallow before she gasped and when she turned back to look at him he nearly choked on his inhale.

"It's so good, s-so full," she moaned, letting her head drop down onto her arm, but still keeping her head turned—still staring at him. Still making his heart go completely nuts. "Don't… don't move ye-yet…"

All he could do was nod. Honestly, he could've used a minute or two himself. It had been a long time since he had any action and being inside her and raw for the first time had him about ready to pass out. Her slow little wiggles as she adjusted, the tensing inside her that hugged him with every throb of his cock, her gasps for breath before she said some shit like—

"It's so deep!"

She was so right. Bottomed out inside her, he could feel the spongy push of her cervix at his tip. She'd somehow crammed the whole damn thing inside her, which seemed impossible from the outside. It was rare for a partner to be able to take him all the way like that, but if fate really did have anything to do with it then maybe she really was made just for him.

Was that too cheesy? Ah, fuck it.

Satoru drew his hips back before shoving forward again, stuffing her right back up. He paused, letting her hands scramble to find the lip of his desk, hissing through his teeth when she nodded, urging him on. Every time his hips slapped her ass she gasped, "Aah!" right in time. His head was a mess and his other hand moved to her waist, squeezing and struggling to ground them both.

In and out, Satoru kept himself as steady as he could. She was still looking back at him, eyes barely cracked open. His palm slid down her body, following her spine as it arched until his hand was carding though her hair, brushing some behind her ear. She shivered at the beginning of his trek and nuzzled into his fingers with her eyes closed when he reached her hair, humming a low sweet sound that made something funny happen in his chest.

"Sarah?" he rasped, slowing his thrusts.

"Mm?" she answered, looking up at him lazily.

He pulled out and her whole body relaxed, her knuckles getting their color back as she released the edge of the desk finally. She whined, her breath still shallow and sharp, and mumbled some kind of protest as he pushed his arm under her hip and pulled at her shoulder to help her up.

"C'mere," he whispered softly, pulling her close in his arms before gently lowering them both to the floor. "Lay down. Facing me."

Sarah nodded, lowering herself onto the wooden floor slowly. He titled his head, a frown on his face for only a moment when he reached up to unzip his jacket, took it off, folded it up before lifting her head and placing it back down on the makeshift pillow he'd just made out of it.

"You're so sweet," she mumbled, holding her arms up for him and he collapsed into her with a heavy sigh.

Her breasts squished against his chest, her thighs looping around the outside of his as he slotted himself comfortably against her and held himself up on one forearm. His hand unclenched from a fist and he scooted his arm closer so his fingers could wind into her hair and rest on her scalp. The whole time he watched her, sliding over, adjusting legs or arms here and there until it was about as good as he could make it work.

"Shoulda been in my bed," he muttered, his nose brushing against hers before he kissed her, just once, in a soft apology.

"It's okay," she whispered, cupping his face and pulling him back to kiss him again.

On the floor in his office, tangled up in each other like that, legs locking together, faces close enough to brush with every move, it was incredibly intimate — much more than taking her on his desk. It was exactly what he wanted and much more than he expected. It was like they were truly lovers like that. So lost in each other. So alive.

"Is… is this alright?" he asked, and she already knew what he was really asking. She always did.

"Go on," she whispered, kissing him softly before murmuring, "It's just me."

Satoru's hand slipped between their bodies, reaching for his cock. He angled it towards her again, searching blindly between her legs. She lifted her thigh just enough and her pussy sucked him easily back inside. He grit his teeth, his eyes fluttering shut. He couldn't bottom out at this angle, but the fit was still enough to have him drop his head to her shoulder and shudder.

"You feel so good," he panted, "Sarah…"

Pulling back just a little, he gave her a gentle experimental thrust and she moaned. Her breath was hot on his ear, her fingers tugging through his hair just how he wanted her too. How did she know? How could she know how much he loved that? It was like drug. She really was going to kill him if she kept this up.

With every soft and shallow thrust, all her little gasps and quiet moans came right into his ear. His abdomen was already clenching, his balls squeezing dangerously. Satoru knew he wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer. Not when she was calling to him like that. Not when his chest was bursting with overwhelming warmth. Not when her body took him so willingly and held him so tight.

"Oh fuck," he rasped, whimpering as he shifted back enough to drive just a little deeper. He gasped when she gasped, his eyes rolling back as her nails skated down his back. "Sarah? Sarah, s-say my name… please? Please? I— I need it."

"Mmmn!" she buried her face in his neck, kissing beneath his ear before pressing her lips there and whispering, "Satoru."

He inhaled sharply, hips snapping faster and faster, coating his balls and thighs with her slick. It was so messy, but fuck it felt so good.

Her pussy was tightening, threatening to milk him dry. She was right there! She was going to… she was—!!

She squeaked in surprise when he sat upright suddenly, yanking her on the floor with him and propping himself up on his arm with his elbow locked out. He stared down at her flushed face and mumbled, "I want you to come. I'm gonna make you come. Right now."

She nodding and dragging her nails down his abs peeking out from under his dress shirt.

His pelvis slammed into hers, grinding against her clit. So deep. Thrusting blindly with his teeth gritted. He was muttering something, pleading with her. Just give it to me. I want it!

Her inner walls fluttered then squeezed and his eyes slammed shut. He burst, burying himself in her until he couldn't push any further. Her walls pulsed, massaging him, and it was more than he could take. His hips couldn't stop, tiny shuddering thrusts rattling his body and brain as he emptied himself into her. His breath was ragged and he nearly choked as his balls clenched hard up against his body.

Satoru had never had an orgasm last for more than a few blissful seconds, but his cock was still spurting and throbbing — making his thighs tense and tremble. His hips just kept stuttering, soft and jerky and working through her orgasm still, dragging them both on and on.

He finally collapsed forward, letting his face land between her breasts and stretching out the tight muscles in his legs on the floor. He laid with her, spent and tangled and in a blissful haze. He closed his eyes, listening to her heartbeat as it slowed and her breath caught up with her. Her fingers started in his hair again and a groan rumbled in his chest.

When the realization hit him, he sat up with a start. "I thought you wanted me to pull out?!"

She propped up onto her elbow with a lazy grin, brushing her hair back with her free hand. "I guess, yeah. But it's fine."

"You can't trust me with shit like that Sarah, you know I—"

"Did it feel good?"

He huffed, pushing off his desk to stand up and hike his pants and underwear back up. "Of course it felt good," he muttered, ignoring how that image of her laying like with that grin on her face on his office floor while her pussy was just… full of him. It was going to be in his dreams for a questionable amount of time, he already knew it.

Satoru reached over to the window, pushing it open and letting the reek of sex and sweat out into the air for other people to deal with. He didn't turn back right away, steadying himself for the conversation he knew he needed to have with her before he turned back to face her.

Sarah had already pulled up her slacks and started to tuck in her blouse, looking so satisfied and pleased with herself and— who was he kidding, so was he. He'd never felt so good during sex before. Maybe this was the whole... love thing about it. He was completely awestruck by her, just watching her button up her blouse and then look down and frown at the buttons that had been ripped off in his haste.

She asked him if he had a safety pin and when he didn't answer she shrugged and just let it hang open with just the tops of her breasts showing and peek of her lacy bra. He scowled, striding over in two big steps and pulling her shirt closed. She smirked up at him as he fussed with it, his large hands fumbling to cover the very skin he had been worshiping minutes ago.

"You can't go out like that," he muttered.

"Why not?" Sarah teased, leaning into his touch like it wasn’t completely driving him insane. "Feeling possessive already?"

Satoru scowled harder, though the blush crawling up the back of his neck and on his ear betrayed him. He held her shirt closed with one hand, the other curling lightly around her waist, thumb brushing across her blouse like muscle memory. He stared at her for a beat, her smug little smile, the length of hair tucked behind her ear, the tiny scrape he'd accidentally left on her neck. His expression softened just enough to make her stop and blink.

“I meant what I said,” he said, quieter now, eyes searching hers. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” she said, just as gently, tugging his hand away from her shirt so she could press a kiss to his knuckles. "But I wont hurt you."

That nearly did him in. He exhaled, forehead dipping against hers.

“I don’t want this to be a mistake,” he murmured.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

“You say that now,” he mumbled.

“I’ll keep saying it until you believe me," she said softly, reaching for his blindfold. There was a silence, heavy but not uncomfortable, just full of everything they hadn’t said until now. She placed it in his hand, closing his fingers around it before lifting her head to kiss his cheek.

Satoru stood still, the silence between them thick and trembling. His fingers twitched at his sides before curling into fists. His eyes opened, flicking down to his blindfold before he shook his head and took a half step back, holding her gaze. This was the time, before he chickened out and just tried to run away.

“Do I…” he began, his voice thin and wavering. “Do I even still have the right to be loved by you?”

Sarah looked up at him slowly, her expression softening. “What do you mean?” she asked gently.

He inhaled through his nose, closing his eyes for a moment like he was bracing against a gust of wind. “I’m so stupid,” he said, voice low, “I know you’re not like Suguru, and you’re not trying to just get something from me. I know that. But that… I feel like I don’t deserve something so… So sweet.”

She blinked at him once, then gave a little disbelieving laugh, warm and incredulous. “The right to be loved by me?” she echoed, stepping closer.

He lifted his head just a little, a little to shy to look at her directly.

“I’ve loved you the whole time, Satoru,” she said, her voice steady but soft. “Even when you didn’t want me. Even when you pushed me away. I tried to give you space because I thought maybe that’s what you needed. But I just… I can’t do that. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt not to love you out loud.”

His lips trembled, and he blinked quickly, but the tears still welled up in his eyes. He whispered, almost helpless, “Why?”

She reached up, brushing the pad of her thumb under his eye as the first tear fell. She smiled, warm and radiant and unflinching. “Because I just do.”

He laughed, a sound broken and amazed, like he wasn’t sure if it was allowed. “Is it really that easy?” he asked.

“It is,” she said simply.

“That doesn’t sound right,” he murmured.

She chuckled again, eyes shining with affection. “It doesn’t have to be explosions and flower petals and grand gestures, Satoru. The real thing is not all movie moments and violin music. It’s watching someone floss their teeth next to you for thirty years and still wanting to jump their bones whenever you can.”

That pulled a genuine laugh from him, a grin cracking through the sadness on his face.

Then, quieter, he said, “I… I have a lot to fix. There are things about me and my past that keep shutting down my feelings and… and I’m so afraid I’ll hurt you again.”

She didn’t look away. Didn’t flinch. Just nodded, slow and understanding.

“But,” he said, voice rough with hope and surrender, “if you love me anyway… even how I am… then this is what I want. More than anything."

He pulled her close, slowly, gently. His fingers skimmed the fabric at her lower back, then settled fully as he drew her in, her forehead pressing to his chest. She fit there like she’d always belonged, like she’d never been anywhere else.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Just the sound of her breath, warm and steady, brushing against him. His voice came quietly, almost like he was afraid to hear it out loud.

“I love you, Sarah.”

It landed in the space between them like something fragile. His heart stuttered, then kicked hard, full of anticipation and dread. The words had come out too soft, too vulnerable and laid bare in a way he didn’t know how to take back if it all went wrong.

Sarah shifted, tilting her head to look up at him. Her eyes were wide, glassy with everything she hadn’t said yet. Her lips parted, and he swore his lungs stopped working.

Please say something, he pleaded in his head.

Please don’t run.

Please don’t look at me like I’ve ruined everything.

She reached up, brushing a hand along the edge of his jaw, her thumb resting near the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

And just like that his world unraveled and stitched itself back together in the span of a heartbeat.

Satoru’s breath hitched, sharp and unsteady. His hands clenched instinctively at her back like he was grounding himself, like if he let go she’d vanish and take the words with her. His eyes stung, something hot and unexpected behind them, and he let out a half-laugh, half-sob he didn’t quite understand.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “Say it again,” he breathed.

She smiled, so close he could feel it on his lips. “I love you.”

Satoru laughed, shaky and giddy, before pressing his lips to hers. It wasn’t a hungry kiss, or rushed, or desperate like before. It was full, sweet, overflowing with something so much deeper that it made her knees wobble.

When he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was hoarse with emotion and boyish with awe. “Say it again.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling like she couldn’t help it, like joy was radiating from somewhere too deep to hide. “I love you,” she said, slower this time, teasing.

He kissed her again, like the words had set off fireworks behind his ribs.

“That’s enough—” she started, but he was already cutting her off with another kiss, gentler this time, brushing his thumb against her cheek like she was the most delicate thing he’d ever held.

“It’s never enough,” he whispered against her mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

And then, with no warning at all, he swept her off her feet.

She let out a small yelp, laughing as her arms looped around his neck, and he grinned up at her like he’d just won the lottery, the war, and a lifetime supply of her in one go. He kissed her again, arms strong around her, like the world had finally figured it's shit out.

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4littlefishies · 11 months ago

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The Eighth of September - The Last Chocolate Cream Puff

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none :)

wc: 10k

previous chapter here!

Both Satoru and Suguru sleep like rocks throughout the night, waking up the next morning virtually unmoved from the position they fell asleep in. Suguru is the first to stir, the late September morning sunlight from outside dully making its way in through the cracks between curtains; not enough light to force them awake, but enough to light the room just enough to see. He yawns as he blinks his eyes open, not sure what time it is. Lifting his arm off of where it rests over Satoru’s waist, he rubs sleep from his eyes and looks up at the ceiling before turning his head to look at a still sleeping Satoru.

White tufts of hair stick up all over his head, slightly messy from sleep. He looks so peaceful like this; not causing any trouble, not making any noise, just lying there breathing almost inaudibly. His breath slowly comes and goes through his nose, his chest expanding contracting ever so slightly along with it. His right arm is underneath the pillow while his left arm wraps over the top of it, his fingers just barely touching his own arms as they come together around it, hugging it in his sleep. His face is pressed into the light grey silk pillowcase, his light pink lips pressed forward in a slight pout, putting a soft smile on Suguru’s face. Suguru yawns silently again as he props his head up on his elbow, looking down at his husband and just enjoying how tranquil he looks while he’s sleeping. His eyes wander towards the few faint purple teeth marks left on his neck from the night prior. He can’t help but lean himself forward and press a soft kiss to the one most accessible to him, doing his best not to wake Satoru as he does so.

Rolling over, he decides to let Satoru sleep a bit longer while he gets up for the day. He picks up his phone to see a text from Shoko about an hour earlier.

‘We’re heading home, thanks again for ur guest room :)’

He thumbs up the message as he stands up from his side of the bed, brushing his hair back and out of his face with his hand as he heads towards the bathroom.

It was nearly 11, but he decided that he would make breakfast for when Satoru eventually woke up, which shouldn’t be too long from now. After quickly brushing his teeth and hair, he clips it up and out of the way before pulling on a shirt and heading out to the kitchen to get started on making some okonomiyaki. He had been thinking about it since Wednesday and finally had the will to do it come Saturday morning.

He starts by first making himself some coffee. When they had gotten back from Fukuoka, Satoru wanted to celebrate Suguru officially starting his new job, so he treated him to a brand new espresso machine. Since meeting Satoru, Suguru’s coffee routine had gone from slightly more elaborate than the average person’s to now almost seeming just outright pretentious and overly opulent. Satoru had done plenty of research, only wanting the best for Suguru, so of course he had everything that he needed to make an artisanal coffee, no matter what kind he wanted. He weighs out the perfect 18 grams of beans and funnels them into the grinder, looking over his shoulder to make sure that he closed the bedroom door before he turns it on, not wanting to wake his still sleeping husband. Next, he dumps the grinds into the portafilter before tamping them down. After putting a small espresso cup under the spout, he pulls the shot and heads over to the fridge to get his milk. It was a somewhat long process, but he enjoyed it as part of his morning routine. Some mornings, when he was feeling lazy, he would just use his trusty old chemex, but most days, he looked forward to making himself a fancy drink.

This morning, he decided on just a simple latte, working on steaming the milk while his shot finishes dripping into the glass beneath the spout. He picks out one of the many mugs from the cabinet and pours the shot in before pouring the milk on top, doing his best to make a swirly design with it as it fills up. He hums happily to himself, seeing what looks like a heart sitting in the design.

“Nice.” He says softly to himself, admiring his work before cleaning up after himself. He carefully picks up the mug and takes the first sip, being mindful as to not burn himself as he does so. He closes his eyes at the flavor, happy with his work.

After savoring the first few sips, he sets his mug on the counter and starts prepping to make breakfast. He gets all the ingredients out of the fridge and spreads them out on the counter to make the okonomiyaki. It doesn’t take him long to mix everything together and get it cooking in a pan, skillfully flipping the first one once it’s golden brown on the bottom. After he finishes a few more and gets them set aside on a plate, he heads back into the bedroom to see if Satoru is awake yet.

As he predicted, Satoru was still fast asleep in the same position that he was in when Suguru woke up about a half an hour ago. He smiles, looking at the slow rise and fall of Satoru’s back as he sits down on the edge of the bed right next to him, resting his hand on his back and rubbing large slow circles. Leaning over, he whispers as to hopefully not startle him awake.

“Satoru.” He coos sweetly in his ear. “I made breakfast.”

“Mmmm.” Satoru groans, his eyes still closed as he lays there unmoved. Suguru chuckles lightly and leans over to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder before standing back up off of the bed.

“It’s ready for you whenever you decide to get up.” He says softly before turning to head back out to the kitchen, wanting to try the ones he had already made.

He grabs a plate from the cabinet and puts one of the circular shaped okonomiyaki on it. Grabbing kewpie mayo and Okonomi sauce, he finishes it off with the two and finally tops it with some shredded nori and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. He sits down at the island and takes the first bite before quickly regretting it, realizing how hot it still is as he tries not to burn his mouth by holding it open and inhaling with a, “Hah- ha- ha,” fanning his mouth and waiting for it to cool down slightly before he continues chewing.

“You’re supposed to let it cool off before you stick it in your mouth.” He hears Satoru say as he joins him in the kitchen after he emerges from the bedroom.

“Shut up.” Suguru retorts after swallowing.

“It smells super good, sweetcheeks. Thank you for making breakfast.” Satoru says, ignoring his response and coming over to meet him for a quick kiss before grabbing a plate of his own. “Did they already leave?” He asks, his head motioning in the direction of the guest bedroom.

Suguru chuckles at the nickname as he nods his head, cutting off another piece, but letting it cool down a little bit this time. “Yeah, they left before I even woke up.” He blows on it for a moment before popping it into his mouth, not scalding the inside of his mouth this time.

“You didn’t make me any coffee?” Satoru teases lightly, grabbing an okonomiyaki for himself and topping it off with the same sauce and sesame seeds just as Suguru did to his.

“Do you want me to?” Suguru asks, looking up from his plate at Satoru who stands across the island from him.

“Nah, I’m just messing with ya.” Satoru rounds the counter and sets his plate down, sitting on the barstool next to Suguru. They both have their breakfast, unsurprisingly not leaving any leftovers behind. “So…” Satoru starts, sounding like he’s about to ask for something.

“So?” Suguru asks, waiting for him to finish what he’s inevitably going to say.

“Do you wanna go see the house today?” Satoru asks, picking up his plate, as well as Suguru’s and taking them over to the sink to lightly rinse them before sticking them neatly into the dishwasher. Suguru smiles down at the countertop before looking up at Satoru where he stands, leaning on his elbows on the other side of the island.

“Baby, we can’t just show up and expect to be let in.” Suguru says, still sipping on his coffee, although the mug is just about empty.

“I know,” Satoru responds, walking back around to stand next to Suguru, leaning on his elbows once again with his chin in his palm. “That’s why I got us an appointment.” He says with a sly smile on his face.

Suguru’s jaw drops open slightly, surprised to hear what he just said. “You did?” He furrows his eyebrows, baffled by his response.

“I did.” Satoru responds, his smile just as cunning as his attitude. “We need to get ready because it’s at 2 and I don’t want us to be late.” Suguru is left slightly dumbfounded at this information, his mind racing, trying to decide when Satoru could have done this.

“For today? When did you even-”

Satoru nods his head, cutting off Suguru’s question before he can finish. “Yesterday, while you were busy working and I was lying on your couch; It’s surprisingly very easy to just go tour a house.” He says, standing next to where Suguru sits against the island and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“And you-”

“No more questions! We’re going to see it and we’re going to love it and we’re going to buy it, okay?” Satoru cuts him off once again, trying to direct him towards the bedroom so that they could get ready and get on their way.

After they both take showers, washing off the groggy feeling lingering from the night before, they each decide what to wear, wanting to dress somewhat nice for the occasion. Suguru picks out a pair of light grey pants and a soft blue button up with a white tshirt underneath, opting to leave the button up open and roll up the sleeves. Satoru goes with black pants and a white tshirt as well, but adds a dark green quarter zip on top, wanting to stay warm out in the cool fall weather.

“You look cute.” Satoru says as Suguru comes out of the closet, pulling the button up on and pushing up the sleeves.

“So do you.” He says, smiling at Satoru’s compliment. “Ready?” He asks, seeing that Satoru’s ready and is just sitting at the foot of the bed petting Shiro. He stands up with a nod of his head and the two of them head towards the front door, pulling on their shoes before heading out and down towards the elevator.

“It looks like it’ll take us about an hour to get there.” Satoru says, looking at the map he already has pulled up on his phone. “But that means we’ll be early, so that’s good.”

“I still can’t believe it was that easy for you to get us a tour.” Suguru says, shaking his head as the doors open to an empty elevator. He presses the button to get down to the garage as the doors slowly slide shut.

“I just filled out the form, it really wasn’t difficult at all, actually.” Satoru says, resting his elbow on Suguru’s shoulder. The elevator descends a few floors before stopping and letting a few more people on. They stand silently in the elevator until it opens once again down in the parking garage letting everyone out. After they get to Suguru’s car, Satoru immediately plugs his phone in, putting the directions up on the screen before picking out a song to start their hour-long trip.

“You didn’t have to talk to anyone?” Suguru asks, picking up the conversation where they left off in the elevator.

“Nope. Just got the confirmation email and then someone named Tanaka reached out saying we could come today at 2.” Satoru explains, looking back through his email.

“Did they say anything else?” Suguru asks as they pull out of the parking garage and onto the street, heading in the direction the gps is telling him to go.

“Nope, except for that we should park in the garage when we get there, it’ll be open for us… They’re probably pretty busy, you know?”

“Hmm.” Suguru hums, nodding his head in agreement. Once they get onto the highway, Satoru grabs one of Suguru’s hands from the wheel, fidgeting with his fingers for a moment before resting it down on his leg. Suguru chuckles lightly. “If you want me to rest my hand there you can just tell me, baby.” Suguru says with a smile, looking over to his husband for a second before focusing back on the road in front of him.

“I know, but I can also just play with your fingers and do it myself.” He responds, continuing to gaze down at the way Suguru’s fingers look spread out over his thigh. Seeing the obsidian black ring around his ring finger puts a smile on Satoru’s face. “I really hope we like the house as much as I think we’re going to.” He says, looking over to watch Suguru’s face as he focuses on driving. Suguru gives his thigh a squeeze with a smile spreading on his lips.

“I bet it’ll be even better in person, don’t you think?” Suguru asks, thinking back to the pictures that he’d looked at with Satoru. It looked absolutely perfect; he could already see them living there just through the pictures on the small screen.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Satoru says, resting his own hand down on top of Suguru’s and letting out a sigh as they continue down the highway.

As they expected, they’re about 15 minutes early, so instead of just waiting, they decide to drive around the surrounding area to see what the neighborhood looks like. The houses all look beautiful, many of them having gates at the front, hiding most of the house just from the road. The higher up into the hills they go and closer they get to the house, the more excited and restless Satoru starts to feel.

“Are you excited?” Satoru asks, unable to sit still in his seat after the hour-long drive.

“Of course I am.” Suguru responds, giving Satoru’s leg a pat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask if I’m excited?

“I don’t think I need to ask. You’re practically ready to jump out of the car.” Suguru responds with a slight chuckle. Satoru smiles at him as they finally pull up to the house and into the open garage just past the short driveway. It doesn’t look like much from the street, a large stone façade and a couple trees amongst vertical light colored wood louvers hiding most of the front of the house. He’s practically giddy with excitement as the car shuts off and they step out. Suguru walks around the front of the car to join Satoru, grabbing onto his hand as they walk through the open door to an outdoor set of stairs. After heading up the stairs they’re met with what can only be the black set of front doors.

“Do we knock, you think?” Satoru asks, looking over at Suguru who’s already reaching forward to ring the doorbell. He presses it and looks back at Satoru with a smile, excited for what’s to come. “Good call.” Satoru says as he nods his head with a smile still on his face as they hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the door and the doorknob turning. He gives Suguru’s hand a squeeze as the door is pulled inward and a woman in a cream colored sweater and olive colored pants is standing there with a smile.

“Hello! Welcome, welcome!” She says with a smile, sticking out her hand to shake each of theirs. “You must be Geto-sama. I’m Yumi Tanaka, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

“Very nice to meet you, Tanaka-san.” Suguru says as he shakes her hand with a smile. “I’m Suguru, this is Satoru.”

“Nice to meet you.” Satoru says with a similar smile as he shakes her hand.

“I’m glad you made it here alright.” She says, stepping aside and allowing the two of them to step past her inside. As they take off their shoes, both Satoru and Suguru are already looking around the entryway in awe, finally seeing the house that they’ve just been looking at through pictures. Seen through the entry hallway is a large floor to ceiling window that lets the light from the back garden inside. “I can give you two a quick tour, and then you’re welcome to look around on your own if you’d like. I don’t have any other tours today, so you can take your time looking around.” She explains, looking between the two of them with a polite smile. The two men give her a nod in response, smiling at each other when she turns around to lead the way. Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand as they follow her into the house.

She starts by heading to the left, showing them the office, as well as one of the bedrooms, one of the bathrooms, and then a room with tatami mat flooring and the walls completely opened up to the outside. Going back towards the other end of the house, she shows off the main bedroom, laundry room, and the living room that’s on the ground floor. Once they head up the stairs, they see the kitchen which is attached to the dining room and the main living room. The walls are all sliding glass doors that tuck away into the walls, perfect for letting a breeze flow through the house during the warmer months. Along with the kitchen and living room on the second floor is another bedroom and an outdoor terrace. Finally, they head up to the roof where there’s a shallow pool as well as a deck. The view all around is stunning, Mt. Fuji in the distance and downtown Tokyo far off in the opposite direction.

“This view is beautiful.” Satoru says with a smile.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Yumi says, looking back with a smile. “I love when I get to bring clients up here.”

“I would definitely be up here all the time.” Satoru agrees with her, looking back at her with a smile. He can already picture the nights he would spend with Suguru up on the roof, lying on their backs looking up at the stars.

After a couple more moments of taking in the view, they head back down to the bottom of the stairs. “If you two want, you can take some time on your own to look around. I’ll be down in the office right by the front door if you need anything.” She says with a polite nod of her head before she takes off down the stairs, leaving Satoru and Suguru to look around on their own.

“Suguru, this house is perfect.” Satoru says in a hushed voice as soon as Yumi disappears from his view down the stairs.

Suguru can’t help but smile as he turns around to look Satoru in the eyes. “It’s really nice, isn’t it?” He asks, rubbing his hand over Satoru’s lower back as they stand in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room. The feeling sends tingles over his skin, putting a soft smile on his face. The wall of windows lets lots of natural light into the living room and the connected dining room. Satoru goes to stand up against the island, looking around the kitchen.

“I think your espresso machine would look perfect right there.” Satoru says, pointing to one corner of the counter. Suguru walks up next to him, leaning his elbows on the counter next to him with a smile.

“You moving in already?” He teases lightly.

“And we could put Shiro’s cat tree in the corner over there by the window, she’d love it.” Satoru continues, going on about where they would put all of their furniture. “Don’t you think so?”

“I do, baby.” Suguru says, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the side of his head. “You really love it, huh?” He asks as Satoru continues rambling on about what they could put on the shelves in the living room.

“Of course I do! Don’t you?” Satoru asks with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

“I do too. It’s just exciting to watch you be so excited about it.” He says with a smile. “Do you wanna go look at the rest again?” Suguru suggests, standing up from where he rests against the kitchen island. Satoru nods his head as they head back downstairs and into the main bedroom.

“Satoru, don’t mess with things.” Suguru says as Satoru leaves his side and goes over to mess with the wall of windows. He accidentally figures out that there are actually shoji tucked away into the walls as well, defeating the need for any curtains.

“Woah!” He says, pulling them out of the wall and in front of the windows. “Do you think these are upstairs too?”

“I bet they are.” Suguru says, walking over and looking at them as well before carefully pushing them back into the pocket that they came from.

“This bath is gorgeous.” Suguru says as he steps out of the bathroom, seeing that Satoru had opened the sliding doors and was checking out the back garden. The large walls of glass were similar to the ones at the apartment, although instead of a busy city 36 floors below, they had a beautiful garden just on the other side. The landscaping looked like something akin to a home and garden magazine. The karesansui consisted of perfectly laid white gravel with a few Japanese Black Pine trees on the border and one in the middle. The larger stones throughout the garden made for magnificent centerpieces, the greenery around them really helping to tie it all together.

“You could sit out here and have your coffee in the morning.” Satoru says, turning around as he feels Suguru join him outside.

“I think it would be too hard for me to leave and go to work if I were to do that.” He says, resting his hand on Satoru’s back as he stands next to him, the both of them admiring the serene feeling of the garden with the cool autumn breeze passing through. Suguru presses a kiss to the side of Satoru’s head before they head back in, making sure to close the sliding door behind them.

After they finish checking out the main bedroom once again, they head back out into the hallway and walk down towards the other bedroom on the ground floor. “It’s nice that the bedrooms aren’t too close together.” Suguru points out as they step inside.

“Yeah, nice for when we have kids, huh?” Satoru asks with a smirk, turning around to look at Suguru with a smile.

The smile on Suguru’s face grows when he hears Satoru’s words. “You think so?” He asks, earning an enthusiastic nod in response from Satoru. “Me too.” He says, stepping closer to Satoru and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Finally, they head back into the more formal living room on the ground floor once more. “Oh, sick!” Satoru says, walking over to a piano that sits in the far corner of the room. “I saw this earlier and wanted to check it out.” He sits down on the bench and opens up the cover. “I’ve always wanted a piano like this in my house.” Suguru steps further in and stands on the other side of the piano, watching as Satoru opens up the book that sits on the music stand and sets it back down before letting his fingers feel over the keys. “It’s been a while, so don’t boo me if it’s not great, I doubt my sight reading is what it used to be.”

Suguru tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows, slightly confused at first, not entirely knowing what the sentence that just came out of his mouth means, but when Satoru starts to play the piece that’s on the page he picked out, he understands. He walks around the side of the piano, watching the way his long fingers dance over the keys, hitting every note on the page - as far as Suguru can tell - perfectly. As he continues playing, Satoru scoots a bit to the side on the bench, making room for Suguru to sit down next to him.

“I know you said you played piano as a kid, but I didn’t know you meant like this.” Suguru says with a soft chuckle, surprised at what a prodigy it seemed his husband was.

Satoru turns his head to speak to Suguru, but doesn’t take his eyes off the sheet music, continuing to play as he speaks. “I practiced just about every day for probably 13 years.” He says, not missing a single note from the page. “I’m surprised I can still do this, honestly. I haven’t touched a piano in about five years.” He admits before finishing up the short piece that he’s playing.

“If we get this house, we’re keeping the piano.” Suguru says as Satoru closes the cover back over the keys once again.

“You want me to play for you every day, huh Sugu?” Satoru asks in a sweet voice, only slightly teasing him as they both stand up from the bench.

“If you want to, I’ll listen to you play all day long, baby.” He says with a smile as they head back out into the entry hallway where Yumi is already standing.

“I see you found the piano.” She says with a smile.

“Oh, yeah sorry.” Satoru apologizes with a cheeky smile on his face. “I probably should’ve asked first.”

“It’s no problem!” She reassures him. “Most visitors just tap a couple keys, if anything, so it was nice to hear it actually played for once.” She says with a smile still sitting on her face as she nods.

“Is keeping the piano an option if we buy the house?” Satoru asks, mentally crossing his fingers as he awaits her answer.

“It’s just there for staging right now, so that’s absolutely an option.” She says as she nods her head with a smile.

“That’s great to hear, Yumi.” Satoru says with an excited smile. Suguru elbows him lightly in the side before he speaks up.

“Thank you very much Tananka-san, I’m sure we’ll be in touch if not later today, then definitely some time this week.” Suguru says, turning to look at his husband with raised eyebrows, silently scolding him with his look.

“I look forward to hearing from you Geto-sama.” she says with a polite smile as they all head back towards the front door.

After putting their shoes on and taking one final glance around, the two of them head back out the front door and down the stairs to the garage where Suguru’s car sits. “Satoru, I really shouldn’t have to tell you when to use polite speech, you’re almost 30.”

“It’s fine Suguru.” Satoru brushes off his warning as they open the car doors and sit back inside. He hears as Suguru lets out a defeated sigh at his response. “So what did you think?” He asks, not wasting any time as he plugs his phone in and gets the directions up to head back home. Suguru is silent for a moment as he backs out of the garage. “Sugu?” Satoru asks, looking over at him as he’s waiting not-so-patiently for an answer.

“I really like it, Toru.” He says, his voice sounding like warm honey in Satoru’s ears as it’s coming out of his mouth.

Satoru’s heart flutters in his chest, a smile growing on his face. He wants nothing more than for this to be the house that they live in and grow their family in. “Do you think I should tell her we wanna make an offer?”

“Don’t you think we should talk to an agent first?” Suguru asks, as he carefully drives back through the neighborhood, taking in everything as they head back down the hill.

“Why? Do you think we need to? I mean, I could pay for a lot of it right now if we wanted to.” Satoru says, looking over at Suguru as he focuses on the road.

“Satoru…” Suguru sighs out Satoru’s name, shaking his head slightly. He takes a breath before he continues. “I don’t want you to feel like you need to pay for everything. I want to pay for it too. It’s our home, not just yours.”

“But I want to.”

“Satoru.” Suguru says again, taking his hand off the wheel and resting it on Satoru’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I’m paying for at least half.”

“But-”

“No buts.” Suguru says firmly, looking over to Satoru for a second before looking back at the road. “I’m not letting you pay for more than half.” He says, shaking his head as he speaks.

“What if you just pay the deposit?” Satoru suggests.

“On top of my half?” He teases, knowing that Satoru is going to try to do anything to get him to cave. Satoru lets out a huff when he won’t budge. “Baby, we’ve talked about this already. I’m not letting you pay for the whole thing just because you can.” He says, using Satoru’s own words against him. Satoru pouts in the passenger seat as Suguru continues down the street, trying not to smile when he feels Suguru’s hand squeeze his thigh once again. “You can get us some new furniture, yeah?” He suggests, trying to get Satoru to stop his childish pouting.

“You want a new couch?” Satoru suggests, immediately perking up like a puppy at the thought of it. “I think we’d need a bigger one to fit that living room anyway.”

“You can get us whatever your heart desires, my love.” Suguru says, his voice sweet as he picks up Satoru’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

Satoru smiles at the feeling of his warm lips against the back of his hand. “I love you.” He says, bringing Suguru’s hand up to his lips to return the favor.

“I love you too.” Suguru says, a soft smile on his face as he focuses on the road. “Do you maybe wanna go pay the kids a visit?” He suggests, already knowing the answer.

“Sugu, is that even a question?” He asks, changing the directions in his gps to take them to the cafe so that they can hopefully see Yuji and the others. They hadn’t been back there together in about a month and a half. He had gone a couple times by himself, but every time he was there, one of them asked him where Suguru was, so he knew they’d all be excited.

“Do you think they’re gonna be excited to see us?” Suguru asks, smiling at the thought. One of the things he missed most while being in Fukuoka was going every day to see the bubbly pink-haired boy and his more reserved dark-haired counterpart. Of course Satoru missed the tasty sweets that Tsumiki would bake, but most of all, they both missed walking from the office to the cafe every day to see the group of kids that were always happy to see them.

“Of course they are! Yuji’s probably gonna explode from the excitement.” Satoru says with a smile on his face. He can picture it in his mind; confetti falling from the ceiling, sweets everywhere, he might even cry from the surprise of seeing them.

“We’re gonna have to go visit them when we move.” Suguru says, focusing back on the road ahead of him. They went from going to the cafe just about every day for lunch to going only a few times a month on the weekends. Satoru would go occasionally during the week, but much less frequently than he would when he was working at the office just a couple blocks away. Tsumiki was always coming up with new things to bake, so Satoru always had the excuse that he had to go to try out whatever she came up with.

“Definitely.” Satoru agrees, relaxing back into his seat and watching out the window with his chin in his palm as Suguru drives. Most of the drive is uneventful, other than a few comments here and there from Satoru about Suguru’s driving.

“Sweetheart, I could really do without your backseat driving.” Suguru says, his voice sweet as he does his best not to snap at the white-haired menace in his passenger seat.

Satoru has a shit-eating grin on his face, knowing that he’s about to make a stupid joke that will either make his husband laugh or will break him. “Actually, I’m in the front seat.” He says in a very matter-of-factly sounding voice.

Suguru presses his lips together into a straight line and lets out a long breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in. “Look at my face. Does it look like I’m laughing?” He says with a blank stare ahead as he grips the wheel tighter. “One of us has their license and it’s not the one in the passenger seat, is it?” He shoots back, knowing that’ll most likely shut him up.

“Hey.” Satoru says, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms across his chest as he mopes in his seat. “That’s by choice.”

“So you should choose to keep your comments about my driving to yourself, yeah?” Suguru says, making his facial expressions at the road ahead of him, knowing that Satoru sees them anyway.

“You love me.” Satoru finally says, leaning over and resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder.

“I never said that I didn’t.” Suguru says, a slight smile creeping onto his face as they quickly approach their destination. After finding a place to park, they start walking the short distance to the cafe, the autumn sun starting to duck behind the surrounding towering buildings. Satoru grabs onto Suguru’s hand, swinging it as they walk, trying to move more to warm himself up a little in the absence of the late afternoon sun.

Once the front door of the cafe comes into view, Satoru falls easily back into his old habits and lets go of Suguru’s hand, rushing up ahead of him to open the door for him. “Hey, I thought we were done with this!” Suguru shouts after him, hurrying to keep up with him.

“I will never stop running to open up doors for you, Suguboo.” Satoru says sweetly, pulling the door open to allow him in first.

“Thank you.” Suguru says with a smile, his voice soft and his cheeks slightly pink as he walks through the doorway, the bell making a noise as they both step into the cafe. It’s mostly empty sprinkled with a couple people working on their laptops and enjoying a late afternoon pastry here and there.

They head up to the counter and Satoru starts as he always does by looking at what’s in the display case. It’s much closer to closing time than when they’re normally there, so his options are more limited than usual. There isn’t anyone behind the counter, but upon hearing the door ring, Tsumiki comes out from the back with a gentle smile on her face. Once she sees that it’s Suguru and Satoru standing at the counter, she lets out a small gasp, not having seen them in months.

“Hi Gojo-sama, Geto-sama!” She says with a bright smile on her face. She was normally back in the kitchen baking or busy prepping for the next day, so it was a real surprise for her to be the first one to see the two of them. “How are you?”

“Really good!” Satoru says as he’s bent over looking at the lit up display case. “I see you still have some cream puffs!” His mouth is practically watering as he looks down at them. He sees that the chocolate ones are gone and feels a slight disappointment.

“Satoru…” Suguru says, sounding slightly disappointed in his husband and his ability to completely derail the conversation to whatever it is that he desires.

Tsumiki is a sweetheart and of course goes along with it happily. “Yep! Lots of strawberry and matcha ones left today.” She says, looking through the case from the back side.

“No chocolate though?” Satoru asks, although he can clearly see that the tray is empty.

“Actually…” She starts, which makes Satoru perk up, his eyebrows raising in anticipation. “I think I might have one in the back, let me go check.” She says before turning around to go check.

As she disappears into the back, it’s no more than five seconds later that Yuji comes barreling out at a speed that is surely unsafe for where he works. “Gojo!” He yells at a volume that should only be reserved for outdoors.

“Itadori!” Nobara shouts from the other side of the doorway. “Stop shouting, we still have customers!” Her volume rivals that of Yuji’s as she glares at him through the window. The few customers in the cafe take the yelling as their sign to start getting ready to leave, knowing that the cafe is closing soon anyway.

“But Gojo and Geto are here!” He shouts back at her, his eyes wide with excitement as Suguru and Satoru chuckle lightly at his reaction. “Hey guys!” He says with a wide smile on his face.

“Hey Yuji!” Satoru responds with a similar smile on his face. Suguru stands next to him with a grin, watching as the two of them interact.

“I feel like I haven't seen you both here in foreverrr.” He says, drawing out the word as he says it. As he speaks, Tsumiki emerges once again from the kitchen, holding a small box.

“We had one more!” She says, holding up the box which presumably has a chocolate cream puff inside.

“Weren’t you taking this home?” Yuji asks, looking down at the box with the clear panel on top as she sets it on the counter in front of him.

“I can take home a different one, it’s okay, Gojo can have it.” She says with a sweet smile.

Satoru clutches his chest as he hears her words. “Really? You can take it Tsumiki, I’m okay with a strawberry one.” He says, not wanting to take the last chocolate cream puff if she was saving it for herself.

“No, no, no. You take it, really.” She insists, shaking her head as Satoru tries to tell her that she can have it. “Consider it a wedding gift.” She says with a sweet smile on her face as she backs into the kitchen once more.

“You’re the best, Tsumiki!” Satoru calls out after her. “I’ll cherish it even more than I normally would!” He says, despite her already being in the kitchen and probably unable to hear what he’s saying.

“Oh yeah!” Yuji lets out. “You guys got married, huh?”

Suguru nods his head with a smile. “Yep, we’re actually both Geto now.” Suguru says, looking between Satoru and Yuji.

“Wait, really?” Yuji questions. “That’s gonna be hard to get used to.” He says with a nervous smile as he fidgets with the string on his apron.

“Mhm!’ Satoru says enthusiastically.

“And you’ve even got rings and everything!” He says, finally noticing the rings on both Satoru and Suguru’s fingers. They both smile as they hold out their hands to let him see. “Wowww.” He draws out, admiring their simple rings. “That’s so cool you guys!”

“I think so too.” Satoru says with a smile.

“Well… Can I get anything else for you?” Yuji asks, realizing that they’re probably there to get food and not just to talk to him. Satoru picks out a couple more sweets from the case and Suguru orders just a tea for himself. “Alright, you’re all set!” He says with a smile as he hands the box of pastries over to Satoru and Suguru his tea.

“But we haven’t paid yet?” Suguru says, his voice slightly confused as he looks down at Yuji with his wallet already in his hand, ready to pay.

“Don’t worry about it!” Yuji responds with a bubbly smile. “It’s on the house.”

“What? No, no, let me at least pay for Satoru’s sweets, it’s so much.” Suguru says, trying to convince him to let him pay for the box full of them.

“No need! Really. Like Tsumiki said, consider it a wedding gift.” Yuji says with a smile.

Suguru lets out a sigh, realizing that he probably isn't going to win this battle against this very stubborn teenager. “At least let me get a couple more things and let me pay for them.” He tries taking a new approach at it.

“You guys can take everything in this case if you want, but I’m not letting you pay for any of it.” Yuji stands his ground. Upon hearing his words, Satoru’s eyes widen at the possibility.

Before Satoru can even say anything, Suguru turns to him with a finger raised. “Hey. No.”

“I wasn’t even gonna say anything!” He says although they both know that that’s far from the truth. He furrows his eyebrows, looking back down at the case. “Can we just get a few more of the swiss roll slices?” Satoru sticks out his lower lip as he asks, giving Suguru the best puppy dog eyes that he possibly can.

“Of course you-”

“Satoru, we don’t-” Suguru and Yuji start to answer him at the same time, both with a different answer. Yuji backs off slightly when Suguru looks at him with a raised eyebrow, silently telling him to zip it. “Satoru, we don’t need any more sweets, don’t you think we got enough already?”

“If it makes you guys feel any better, we already took everything we want, so the rest of it is probably going to get tossed…” Yuji says softly, motioning back towards everyone in the back kitchen before he steps back away from the counter, not wanting to feel Suguru’s scarily calm yet intimidating death stare anymore.

“See Sugu! They’re going to go to a good home if we take them!” Satoru tries to argue back, gesturing at the display case.

Suguru looks at him, his eyebrow cocked and his lips in a slight frown. “Satoru, it’s food. You’re acting like it’s a lost puppy we’re talking about.”

“Exactly! Just food! So what’s the issue if we get a few more things?” Satoru does his best to persuade Suguru to let him take some more treats.

“I can’t believe you’re a real adult.” Suguru says, shaking his head with a smirk he’s unable to keep from his lips. Although he tried his best to keep Satoru’s sugar consumption to a minimum, that just always seemed to make him push back even harder. With that, Satoru points out a few more things, which Yuji happily boxes up and puts into a bag before handing it over to Suguru.

“Why are you guys here so late anyway?” Yuji asks as Suguru takes the bag from him and lets it hang off his wrist. “You’re usually about five hours earlier.”

“We were actually just coming back from looking at a house we’re hopefully gonna buy.” Satoru says with a smile, excited to talk about it even more.

“A house? Wow, that’s crazy! Did you guys like it? Where are you moving to? When are you moving?” He rapidly fires his questions as he leans up against the back counter with his arms crossed, the teenager now suddenly curious to know everything about their home-buying process.

“We really liked it.” Suguru affirms with a smile and nod of his head. “We’re really hoping that we’re able to get it.” Satoru grabs and squeezes his hand as he says it, thinking the exact same thing.

“Well, I also hope you guys get it if you really like it that much.”

“Itadori!” A stern voice is heard shouting back from the kitchen just before Megumi is seen standing in the doorway, his brows furrowed with an annoyed look on his face. “We’ve been closed for five minutes and you haven’t helped out with anything. If you want to go out with us, you better start helping us clean up.”

“Hi Megumi!” Satoru shouts out, sounding overly happy because he knows how he’ll react no matter his tone. Suguru opts for giving him a silent wave and a polite smile.

“Hi Geto-sama.” Megumi says, thinking he’s only acknowledging Suguru, but instead he’s opened a whole new can of worms for himself.

“Actually, we’re both Geto now, so hi Megumi!” Satoru says extra enthusiastically, waving as he ducks back into the kitchen after quickly realizing the grave error he’s made.

“Hurry up, Itadori.” Megumi shouts from the door before heading back to focus on his closing duties.

Yuji smiles up at the two of them sheepishly, knowing that if he doesn’t get working he’s gonna get another earful. “Well, I guess I gotta go. It was really nice seeing you guys!” Yuji says with a small wave as Satoru and Suguru slowly start heading back towards the front door.

“We’ll be back soon!” Satoru says with a final wave as they make it to the door. “That was so nice of him, wasn’t it Suguru?” He asks, taking hold of Suguru’s hand that isn’t holding the bag of sweets.

“What the hell do you think we’re gonna do with three boxes of this stuff?” Suguru asks, his question lighthearted while looking down at the bag that hangs from his wrist.

“What do you mean? We’re gonna eat it.” Satoru says as if it was the most obvious thing he’s ever said.

“Baby, how do you plan on eating all of this before it gets stale?” Suguru asks, already knowing that Satoru is well capable of doing it. “Actually, forget I asked.” He says, squeezing Satoru’s hand as they walk down the sidewalk back towards where the car is parked. “Do you want to grab something to eat before we head home?” He asks, thinking about all of the various options for food around the area.

“I’m so glad you asked, actually.” Satoru says, already having an idea in his head. He starts walking a little quicker, pulling on Suguru’s hand to get him to keep up. Without even letting Suguru ask where he’s taking them, he starts explaining. “I saw a food cart around here selling buttered potatoes when I was on my run over here the other day, keep up!” Satoru says, his excitement apparent in his voice as he drags his husband along.

“Slow down!” Suguru speaks up after him, trying to tug back on his hand, but that just makes Satoru pull harder, his heart already set on getting himself a potato.

“No can do, Sugu.” Satoru says, turning back to look over his shoulder with a smile on his face. “It’s just right around the corner here.” They round the corner only to see that there’s a short line that they’ll have to wait in.

“You didn’t have to drag me. We’re gonna have to wait in line anyway.” Suguru huffs out as they stand behind the last person.

“You know how much I love these things, Suguboo.” He crosses his arms as he says it, leaning his head on Suguru’s shoulder for a short moment before he picks it up again. “I’m the number two fan of buttered potatoes in the entire country behind-”

“Matsuyama Chiharu,” Suguru nods his head and finishes the sentence for him. “I’m well aware.” He says with a slight chuckle as he jokingly rolls his eyes. It was Satoru’s go-to whenever he needed to convey just how much he loved a good buttered potato. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’d get rid of all of these sweets for one potato if you had to choose.” Suguru highly contemplates actually making him decide between the two, but ultimately determines that’s a battle that he doesn’t want to even try to fight.

“Good thing I’ll never have to make that decision.” Satoru turns to look at Suguru with a grin as he says it. Thankfully, the line moves relatively quickly and they’re able to quickly get their food and head back to where the car is parked once again.

“You really should wait to eat that until we get home, baby.” Suguru says, watching as Satoru eats his food as they walk, nearly reaching the car already. “It’ll be less than ten minutes.” He assures him, unlocking the car as it finally comes into view.

“Can’t wait that long.” Satoru says, his mouth already full as he speaks. Suguru looks at him, a displeased look on his face.

“You better not make a mess in my car.” Suguru warns, realizing that there’s no reasoning with him any further. He opens the door for Satoru and turns around to see him waiting with a smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’m already done.” Satoru says, crumpling up the small bit of foil that they came in and shoving it into his pocket. “Thank you, Gugu.” He says with a beaming smile. Suguru just looks at him in amazement as he sits down into his seat and holds out his hands, ready to take the bag from Suguru. He takes it and sets it on the floor between his feet while Suguru closes the door and walks around to his side.

“You really are just a human vacuum.” He says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as he falls into the driver’s seat.

“You knew that.”

“Yeah, I did.” He starts the car with a smile on his face before leaning over to give Satoru a quick kiss before they start on their way home. The drive is quick, Satoru happily singing obnoxiously along to the music he plays through the speakers and Suguru laughing quietly to himself. “I love you… So much” Suguru says, looking over at the white-haired menace in his passenger seat as they’re stopped at a red light.

Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand from where it rests and picks it up, bringing the back of it to his lips so that he can press a soft kiss to the skin. “I love you too, Gugu.” Satoru says, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile as he looks over at his husband in the driver’s seat.

Before they know it, they make it back to their building and back up to the apartment with all of their treats from the cafe and Suguru’s potato that he hadn’t eaten yet. Suguru sets the bag on the kitchen island before heading to sit down at the table to eat his potato. Satoru pulls the boxes out of the bag and puts what needs to go into the fridge away, making sure to grab out a cream puff for himself before he heads over to join Suguru at the table while they both eat.

“You think we’re gonna get the house?” Satoru asks, watching as Suguru takes a bite, a smile on his face at the pleasant taste. Shiro walks back and forth through their legs under the table, rubbing her face along them as she walks. Satoru looks underneath at her, reaching down to give her a quick pet as she walks by, meowing once she feels his hand along her back.

Suguru nods his head with a smile as he chews, waiting until his mouth isn’t full before he actually answers. “I think so.” He says, sounding sure of it. “I’m surprised no one else has snatched it up yet.”

“Me neither… Which means we gotta, right?” Satoru says before he takes another bite of his cream puff, looking across the table at Suguru. It had everything they’d wanted in a house. There was plenty of room, a beautiful view of the mountain, it was far enough away, but close enough to everything they’d need. It was perfect in every way.

Taking the last bite of his potato, Suguru crumples up the foil and looks across the table at Satoru with a gentle smile. “You really want it?” He asks, but it’s not much of a question at all. He already knows the answer, and he knows that they both feel the same way. Satoru nods his head enthusiastically, a big smile on his face as he stuffs the rest of the cream puff into his mouth. “I think we should go for it.”

“I'll email Yumi back right now.” Satoru says, pulling out his phone with excitement. Both of their hearts beat hard in their chests, the thought of this being their home racing through their minds. Satoru strats drafting out an email as Suguru stands up from the table, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head before heading into the bedroom to get changed out of his clothes from being out for the day.

He heads into the closet and drops his dirty clothes into the hamper before picking out some shorts and a hoodie, pulling it on before heading into the bathroom. He lets his hair down and is brushing it out when Satoru joins him, already changed out of his clothes as he’s coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around his waist. He rests his chin on his shoulder and lets his eyes slowly close as he takes a slow inhale, his nose pressing against the skin on Suguru’s neck and the corners of his lips upturned into a smile. “Can I do it?” Satoru asks, grabbing the brush from Suguru’s hand and pressing a quick kiss to the side of his neck.

Suguru nods his head with a gentle smile, turning around to come face to face with Satoru. Their lips come together, both of their hands still on the brush until Suguru finally lets go, letting Satoru have it. They smile against each other’s lips as Satoru lets his hand with the brush fall down to his side. Heading back out to the bedroom, Suguru sits down in the armchair next to the window and Satoru readjusts the other chair to be right behind him.

With his long glossy onyx hair falling over the back of the chair, Satoru runs his fingers through it, making sure that it’s all behind the chair before he starts brushing gently from the bottom. Suguru lets his eyes fall closed as he leans his head back and lets Satoru brush slowly through his hair. The feeling of Satoru brushing his hair was something he’d come to appreciate. The way he was slow and gentle felt like he was at a spa getting a head massage. Satoru smiles as he slowly works his way up towards the roots from the ends, making sure that Suguru’s hair is detangled before working up higher onto his head.

The sun had gone down and the lights of the city were glittering just outside the window. Satoru takes a breath slowly, thinking about his question before he speaks. “Do you think we’ll be good parents, Sugu?” Satoru asks, his words cutting through the silence of their bedroom.

Suguru’s eyes open, looking up at the ceiling as his head is still resting back over the chair as Satoru brushes through his hair. “What makes you ask?”

Satoru shrugs his shoulders, twisting his lips to the side as he thinks. “I don’t really know… Just thinking about it, I guess.” He says, furrowing his brows as he continues brushing, even though he’s been done getting all the tangles out for a while now. Questions like this one weren't anything out of the ordinary for Satoru. He’d ask random little things like “What do you think we’ll look like when we’re old,” or “How many pets at once is too many for us to have?” It always made Suguru smile, knowing that Satoru was thinking about their future together just as much as he was.

Suguru leans his head back over the chair even further, looking at Satoru upside down with a smile on his face. “I think we’ll be great parents, don’t you think?”

Satoru leans forwards and presses a kiss to his lips, his nose bumping against Suguru’s chin, causing them both to chuckle lightly. “How many do you want?” Satoru asks, setting the brush to the side of him in the chair, looking down at Suguru as he still looks up at him upside down.

They’d talked about it before, but this felt more serious. Now that they were about to buy a house, it felt more real to them; like it’s finally a feasible possibility. “I feel like two is a nice number, don’t you?” Suguru replies. He realizes that Satoru is done brushing his hair and lifts his head up once again. He turns his chair around so that he’s now facing Satoru, the two of them sitting at the window, looking out at the lights as they talk.

“I was actually thinking ten, but two is a good start.” Satoru says jokingly, pulling a breathy laugh from Suguru.

“I think ten is a bit much.” Suguru says with a chuckle, clasping his fingers together in front of his stomach as he sits back in his chair. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Satoru agrees with him, knowing that he wasn’t actually serious. “We’d have to buy a much bigger house if that was the case.”

“Exactly.” Suguru agrees, glancing over to where Satoru sits in his chair, his arm resting over the side with his hand dangling freely. He reaches out and grabs Satoru’s hand, playing with the silver ring that circles his ring finger with a smile. “You emailed Yumi back?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

Satoru nods his head with a gentle smile, standing up from his chair and plopping himself down in Suguru’s lap. He wraps his arms around the back of his neck and pulls himself closer, resting his head against Suguru’s. “Yep. She probably won’t respond until tomorrow, but I’m excited to hear back.” Suguru’s hand snakes underneath his shirt to rub slowly over his warm skin as they sit there for a moment, just taking in each other’s presence in the soft warm light of their bedroom.

Looking down at Suguru’s face for a moment, a smile sits on Satoru’s lips before he leans in for a tender kiss. Their movements are slow as they come together, their soft lips pressing against each other’s in a way that sends warm tingles all throughout both of their bodies. Suguru brings his free hand up to cup underneath Satoru’s jaw, holding this face with a warm hand.

“Can I ask a favor of you?” Suguru whispers, their lips just inches apart from each other.

Satoru smiles down at him, bringing his own hand to cup under Suguru’s jaw, mirroring the position that he’s in. “Anything for you, my sweet.” He says with a soft smirk, wondering whatever it could be that his husband is asking him to do in such a sultry tone of voice.

Suguru presses one more kiss to Satoru’s lips, smiling against them before pulling back once again to ask his burning question in an alluring whisper, his eyes half lidded as he stares into Satoru’s bright blues. “Would you go out to the kitchen and bring me back one of those cream puffs?”

chapter 4

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