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Satoru is positive Nanami is hiding from him, almost as if he could tell he was being hunted. It’s lunch break and he is nowhere to be seen in the cafeteria although Satoru knows the head of the logistics department never skips lunch and always sits in the same spot. He has to give it to him, being able to feel Satoru was looking for him and hiding right away without being seen is quite the feat.

He guesses the few glances Satoru’s been throwing his way the entire week weren’t as subtle as he expected. Oh well. It’s not like he was trying to be sneaky about it. 

It’s futile, though. Trying to hide from him. Try as he might, Satoru has the senses of a hound dog, especially when he wants something. It doesn’t take long to track him down; after all, there are only so many places to hide within the company’s building. Satoru’s been working there for a couple of years already, longer than Nanami, so there is nowhere to escape when he knows the building like the back of his hand. 

“Nanami,” Satoru sing-songs when he spots the blond corporate worker in the janitors’ area on the first floor. A long way from their fancy 27th floor, he notices. Huh. He was really trying to avoid Satoru. Tough luck.  

Nanami freezes mid-bite. He lowers his hand and sighs. Satoru smiles. 

“What do you want,” he starts. “Gojo-san?” 

The use of formal speech has Satoru grinning; even when the other man looked like he would rather throw himself from the top of their building than talk to Satoru, he’s unable to let go of his proper manners. Such a commendable man.  

“Now, what are you doing all the way down here? Don’t tell me you were trying to hide from me?” He walks forward and sits on the only other available chair around the small table in the corner of the room. The action makes Nanami frown even harder than before. 

“Good job,” he praises when it looks like Nanami isn’t going to answer. “Unfortunately for you, I’m better than you at hide and seek. You could have saved us both the trouble if-” 

“Although I think you’re good at your job, Gojo-san, I don’t believe your skills translate to your ideas and I would rather not take part in any of them,” Nanami interrupted him. “Which I assume this time around it involves me, giving all the staring that’s been happening.” 

“Rude,” Satoru scoffs. “My ideas are brilliant.” 

“Debatable.” 

“You haven’t even listened to me yet. Give me the benefit of the doubt at least.”

“So, it does involve me,” Nanami laments.

Satoru only grins at him, and he’s trying to look affable, but he can tell by Nanami’s unimpressed stare that he’s not being very successful. They look at each other for a split second and Nanami sighs again, clearly realizing there’s no escaping Gojo Satoru. He reasons that the faster he hears the other man out and denies him, the faster he can go back to finishing his lunch.  

“Okay,” he ultimately agrees.

“You’re single right?”

“I fail to see how that is any of your concern.”

“Let’s fuck.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Let’s fuck,” Satoru repeats, voice steady with no trace of mockery. “Let’s have sex. Bone, you know? Do the horizontal mambo, stuff my muffin, yadda yadda.”

“I don’t think I─” 

“There are a couple of things I want to try.” 

Nanami doesn’t say anything and just stares at Satoru like he has grown another head. He looks like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the punchline to be delivered. There’s none of that.

“No,” he manages to say, frowning. “Absolutely no,” he repeats slowly, as if Satoru were a child learning how to speak. 

“Listen to me first!”

“I really do not want to hear about your thought process behind this ridiculous request. Aren’t you in a relationship with Geto-san?” 

“Nanami,” Satoru says with a sigh, as if Nanami was stupid, as if he was the one being unreasonable. “Let me explain.”

“I really rather you didn’t.”

“So,” Satoru ignores him, stealing one of the carrots in Nanami’s lunch. “Suguru and I are fucking. We are not in a relationship per se, though. But see, there’s this thing. Suguru is the first person I’ve ever fucked, so I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“I assure you; I didn’t need to know that, nor I care about it. I don’t understand why you’re telling me all of this.”

“But even I know there has to be something more than just lying and letting Suguru do all the work. Like, I get it, he is the slut but still. He barely lets me do anything, and perhaps my inexperience will lead to him getting tired of me. It can’t be fun for him if I never do anything. That’s not normal, right?”

Satoru makes eye-contact with Nanami. He smirks when he sees the resignation on the other man’s face. Contrary to popular belief, Satoru is more self-aware than people like to think. He knows exactly what people think of him, he just doesn’t care. The only opinion he cares about is Suguru’s, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it. 

Nanami is the only other person he half-cares about. Kinda. It’s not like he has anyone else to go for this particular problem he is having. Plus, Nanami is smart and diligent, all qualities Satoru appreciates and can’t really seem to find in the people that work with him. Plus, he hates his job and Satoru kind of does too, so he guesses that makes them a little closer than most. Probably. 

“Suguru is great in bed, and I don’t think I am, so I figured I could step up my game a little.” Satoru really does not know what to do with all that sometimes. Doesn’t even know where to start. Suguru does not have the same problem. He can see how they’re not on equal footing and he intends to change that. 

“I hate this conversation,” Nanami suddenly says. “I really hate this conversation.” 

“And that’s where you come in. If I practice with you, I can surprise Suguru with my new skills and kill all chances of him not wanting to fuck me because I’m boring as fuck.” 

“Hasn’t it occurred to you that you could talk to Geto-san about this?” 

“Don’t be stupid, Nanami. What part of ‘surprise’ do you not understand?” 

“I don’t think he’ll be happy with what you’re proposing.” 

“Well, it’s not like we are dating. Yet,” he adds through his teeth. “And you’re definitely not gonna tell him.” 

Satoru smiles at him, all pearly teeth and menacing aura. Nanami looks pensive and he goes quiet for a second. 

“I think your plan has a flaw.” 

Satoru sits straighter, happy to see Nanami on board and willing to give insight. 

“Your plan requires me to willingly sleep with you. That’s not happening.” 

“Come on, Nanami. Help a friend out, will you?”

 “We’re not friends.”

“I’m offering a free fuck! Also, you will get to lord this over me for the next few years. Appealing, right? What do you say?” 

Satoru bites his lip in excitement when he sees Nanami thinking about it. 

“If you’re worried I’m gonna be like, a bad fuck, at least I’m letting you know in advance! A hole is a hole, right? So you will also get something out of this.”

“Respectfully,” Nanami says, staring at Satoru. “I would rather eat glass and jump in front of an upcoming train than sleep with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He quickly gathers his half-eaten lunch and leaves the room without sparing Satoru another glance.

 Huh.

Tough crowd. 

But that’s okay, because Satoru does like a challenge. Also, he is already obsessed with his idea and unfortunately for Nanami, he always sees things through. 

He’s positive he will get the other man to say yes in no time. 

He is Gojo Satoru, after all. 

{-}

Satoru can still remember the moment Suguru started working at the company. He had been transferred from one of the smaller branches outside the city. He was recommended by his higher ups and ended up getting the HR manager position in almost no time. 

Suguru was good at his job; he implemented new policies that helped ease the tension in the office while taking care of absolutely every little complaint that came his way. He was efficient, polite, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. The new eye-candy of the office got everyone acting a little silly and Satoru scoffed every time he caught any of his colleagues tidying themselves up before meeting manager Geto.

What caught Satoru’s attention in the first place, other than the way his pristine shirt would bulk up around his arms or the many piercings in his ears (was that even allowed?), was the subtle nihilist smile their new HR manager wore when he thought nobody was looking. Almost as if he was having fun acting all proper and easy-going. 

It was interesting, to say the least. So, Satoru took a liking to studying the new acquisition when he thought nobody was watching. The barely there ghost of smirk that appeared on his handsome features was a stark contrast to the seemingly forced act he put on around the office. 

Given that Satoru worked as head of the finance team, he didn’t have a lot of interactions with Suguru in the first place. Their offices were on different floors, and they barely crossed paths, so the opportunities to look at him were scarce and he tried his best to make the most of it. He thought he was being quite subtle, after all, the other man had never caught him staring and he tried his best not to stare at him too often.

He was mistaken, as he would soon learn when Suguru confronted him during his break. The other man had sat down in front of Satoru and had asked what it was with all the staring. Of course, Satoru being Satoru had no trouble admitting he had taken a liking to just observing him because he could tell Suguru wasn’t as honest as he pretended to be, and he found him intriguing.

It was too easy to fall into an amicable relationship after that. Whenever any of them were dealing with a particular dumb colleague during a meeting, their eyes would seek out each other instantly, a secret glance that conveyed their feelings, ‘what a fucking drag’. Satoru, for the first time, felt like had someone he could complain endlessly to without feeling too judged. Someone who would put up with his incessant ranting.

Suddenly, going to work wasn’t as shitty since he knew Suguru would be there to accompany him during breaks and to offer sweet coffee whenever he felt like killing everyone on his team for being absolutely useless. Plus, Suguru was one little shit behind all that manager facade he liked to put up. It was always hilarious to see him disrespect people to their faces while smiling and being all proper about it; it was even funnier when people didn’t realize they were being disrespected. Kinda hot, as well. 

Ah, Suguru was truly amusing, especially when instead of telling Satoru off for shit talking about everyone, he just kept adding to the conversation. 

At one point during his life, Satoru had sort of accepted he was either asexual or aromantic or even both, given he had never ever felt attracted to anyone nor he had any interest in having sex with anyone. That was before Suguru took him home after an office party and showed him how wrong Satoru had been. 

To be fair, Satoru wasn’t expecting to leave with Suguru that night. All he knew was that every time he made eye contact with the other man, he felt his heart speeding up and his hand getting clammy for no reason whatsoever. To his annoyance, that was something that had been happening quite often for the last months. He knew he had a crush on Suguru and since it was his first time dealing with one, he felt quite out of his comfort zone. For some reason, though, that night seemed to be especially hard for Satoru and his efforts to deal with his newfound attraction to his friend. 

During dinner, Suguru had rested his palm over Satoru’s thigh, almost like it was second nature for him to do so, eyes still trained on the colleague he was talking to. The action had Satoru’s spine feeling like it had been submerged under a very particularly fizzy drink, nerves lighting up and stomach coiling in heat. His eyes were stuck on the large expanse of muscle Suguru’s massive hand was able to cover.

He was feeling so out of his depth he could barely form a coherent thought. 

Suguru made sure to always have a hand on Satoru the entire night, either on his thigh, his waist, or his shoulder; it was driving Satoru absolutely insane. He was inexperienced, not stupid. He knew what all the touching meant. He knew that Suguru’s lips brushing the shell of his ear anytime he wanted to say something to him was deliberate. He hadn’t been too sure, but he had an inkling Suguru might like him back. He was glad to confirm his theory.

It wasn’t the first time someone had tried to flirt with him, probably wouldn’t be the last, either. It was, however, the first time Satoru was actually interested. More than interested. Eager. It didn’t take too long for Suguru to suggest to just ditch the party and do something much more fun, if Satoru was interested, that was. 

What an understatement. 

Suguru had thrown him on his bed and proceeded to wreck the absolute shit out of him. Satoru was by no means a religious man, yet with Suguru’s dick grinding again and again on that sensitive spot inside of him he had never even known existed before, his beliefs had been dangerously swayed. Perhaps there was a higher power. Perhaps there was someone out there looking out for Satoru. Perhaps there was a heaven, or something close to it, and Suguru’s deep thrusts were well on his way to send Satoru over there. 

It was a very life-changing experience, to say the least. 

Satoru thought he didn’t have a particularly high libido, never too inclined to masturbate and in the rare occasions he did, it was a meh kind of experience. Suguru had shown him a whole new world; he was not aware his body was capable of feeling so much pleasure. Truly a pivotal moment in Gojo Satoru’s life. 

Suguru wasn’t only a sex God with the biggest cock Satoru had ever seen (not like he had seen a lot, but that thing did not look like a normal dick would), he was also the sweetest man. Satoru can still recall the panic in Suguru’s face when he admitted that the HR manager had taken his virginity. It had been fun to see Suguru panicking, switching from scolding Satoru for not telling him something so important before fucking the lights out of him, to apologising profusely. Had he been careful enough? Had he hurt him? Was Satoru okay? Why hadn’t he stopped him before? Why hadn’t he said something before?

Satoru had kissed him then. Mainly to shut him up, but also because Suguru was a fantastic kisser, and he was already missing his lips on him. After reassuring Suguru he was indeed, more than okay, and no Suguru, you didn’t hurt me, stop fretting, he was more than happy to get a second serve of Suguru’s dick. 

He got his second, even third! round only after Suguru made him eat something. As far as first times go, Satoru thinks he did amazing. Or more like he was done amazingly, given he hadn’t actually done much. Suguru had thrown him around, an 82 kg guy over 1,90m, like a rag doll. Impressive. And ridiculously hot. 

And sleeping with Suguru had been a fantastic idea, truly. Satoru does not regret it a bit, but he has to admit he wasn’t prepared to actually fall for the guy later down the road. 

Friends with benefits was a thing, right? Satoru thought he wouldn’t mind having that kind of relationship with someone as hot as Suguru. It definitely fed his ego that everyone in the office wanted a piece of the HR manager and Satoru had managed to snatch that. Or something along those lines.

The problem began the following day when Suguru took him out for dinner to a nice restaurant (dessert included), laughed at all of his crass jokes and attentively listen to him rambling about the different types of kikufuku, took him home and proceeded to fuck him in the sweetest, most gentle of ways.  

Suguru had said that Satoru deserved to have a nice first time, a proper one, and that he was sorry he hadn’t noticed Satoru’s lack of participation wasn’t due to him being a pillow princess but rather due to his inexperience. He had said he hoped he could make up for it at least a little. 

He had more than made up for it, alright. Satoru’s heart had been dangerously close to beating out of his chest with every word that came out of Suguru’s mouth while he rocked into him slowly and purposely.  

It became a thing. The whole sleeping together thing. 

Satoru found himself, from the first time in his life, interested in someone else for a change. Suguru Geto was just so fascinating. Satoru thinks he never stood a chance against someone like him. He should’ve seen it coming from miles away. It wasn’t only the more than otherworldly sex, Satoru genuinely liked spending time with Suguru. Talking, eating out, watching cringy ass movies, walking around in the park. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had held his interest so deeply for so long. 

It didn’t help that also for the first time he felt like someone was also interested in him beyond his appearance or his name. The way Suguru would buy little things that reminded him of Satoru or would always be on the lookout for bakeries the white-haired man hadn’t tried had Satoru’s heart performing fucking gymnastic inside his ribcage. 

Satoru wants Suguru. He wants to hold his hand without overthinking whether that isn’t very friends-with-benefits of him; he wants to kiss Suguru in front of everyone in the office so they could back the fuck up; he wants to brush Suguru’s luscious hair every night. He wants Suguru to be his proper boyfriend.  

Boyfriend. 

Just the mere sound of the word makes Satoru blush and giggle like a teenager experiencing love for the first. 

Suguru Geto, my boyfriend. Such a nice ring to it.  

Usually, he wouldn’t mind just blurting out his feelings to Suguru. But when he thinks back to how Suguru does all the work in bed, despite sleeping together for months now, he cowers a little. It’s not like he has expressed that he minds their current arrangement, but Satoru is absolutely convinced it can’t be that much fun for Suguru. He laughs bitterly whenever he thinks about Suguru’s statement after the first time they slept together: that he thought Satoru’s lack of participation was only due to inexperience not because he was a pillow princess. 

At that time, he didn't know what such a term meant so he had to look it up. He realizes not much has changed since then.  

Suguru is bound to get tired at one point, it’s only logical. Satoru would rather stab himself in the eye with a fucking kitchen knife than fumble someone like Suguru because he can’t keep his shit together and learn how to be more interesting in bed. 

No way. 

Thus, why he thinks his plan of surprising Suguru with his newfound skills in bed─ once he gets Nanami to agree with his plan─ is actually quite genius. Suguru has already shown remarkable skills when dealing with Satoru’s personality, so he’s absolutely positive that Suguru will say yes to being boyfriends when he realizes that Satoru is just as interesting in bed. That he doesn’t have to do the work every single time they fuck. It’s a win-win situation.  

On the plus side, he wouldn’t have to vomit all his insecurities. Suguru didn’t need to know just how far the fear of him getting tired of Satoru ran. He just had to get better. Period. 

Now, if he could only get Nanami on board as soon as possible, that’d be fucking fantastic. 

With a heavy sigh, he goes back to the report in his hand. It’s the last of the day, but it’s proving to be a drag since all he wants to do now is see Suguru. He wants to be with him again, although they were together the entire morning. Satoru can admit he is obsessed with the other man, and he just lets it be. He doesn’t try to fight it, doesn’t try to recoil from the array of feelings that flow into him every time he thinks about Suguru. Rather, he welcomes it. All of it: the giddiness, the nervousness, the happiness, the impatience, the eagerness. Everything that Suguru makes him feels, he holds it dear to his heart since they’re precious things.  

He really can’t wait to claim ownership over the best person in the entire world.  

Once he’s done with the last report, he hastily gathers all of his things and leaves his office.

Suguru is already waiting for him in the lobby when Satoru comes out of the lift. He still thinks it’s a little absurd how his heart reacts to the way the other man smiles softly at him, eyes crinkling up, as if he were genuinely happy to see Satoru although they see each other every day. 

“Ready to go?” He asks instead of doing something stupid like dropping to his knees to ask for Suguru’s hand in marriage. His little treacherous heart keeps doing twirls all over his chest and it’s getting a little hard to breathe. 

“Sure thing,” Suguru answers. Like it’s second nature to him, his hand reaches towards Satoru’s lower back to guide him out of the building. His hand stays there, burning an imprint of his palm on Satoru’s skin even through the clothes, as his skin was made of red-hot iron.

Ever since starting this whole sleeping with each other thingy, Satoru can’t remember the last time he actually drove. Suguru is always driving him, either to his place, where Satoru stays the night more often than not, or picking him up on the rare occasion he prefers to stay at his own flat. 

He doesn’t hate it. Suguru looks hot as fuck when he drives, all relaxed posture and skill hands that often find their way to Satoru’s thigh on the red lights.

A familiar dance that only continues once they reach Suguru’s place. 

He follows Suguru into his apartment like he always does, he leaves his shoes in what he likes to call his designated spot like he always does, he sits on the couch while Suguru fetches some sweet tea for him like he always does. 

And then Suguru sits next to him, his own black tea with two sugars on his hand, thighs touching. They talk about their day, Satoru doing most of the talking while Suguru listens attentively. He laughs when warranted and supports Satoru’s complaints when needed. And to anyone else, it might look like just idle foreplay before Suguru takes him apart in his bed, but Satoru knows Suguru actually cares. He isn’t one to rush him and remembers absolutely everything that comes out of Satoru’s mouth and that is no easy feat, given that he likes to talk like he’s been paid a thousand yen a word. 

Most of the times, it’s actually Satoru that gets impatient, urging a laughing Suguru to finish his damn tea so they can fuck. And the long-haired man would always comply, chugging whatever liquid was still in his cup so he can take Satoru to bed and worship his body like a monk would a god. 

This is also familiar; Satoru idly thinks while feeling how the heat rapidly coils in his stomach with every brush of Suguru’s lips against his neck. The way Suguru slowly strips him, chuckling when Satoru gets impatient and starts yanking at his shirt too because he needs to see Suguru’s naked chest right now. The way his tongue coaxes embarrassing sounds out of Satoru, the warm muscle prodding at his nipples until they are stiff and sensitive. The way in which he can feel how turned on Suguru is when he leans over to kiss him on the mouth, saccharine and gentle, almost reverent. The way Suguru opens him up, long fingers slicked in lube rubbing at that sensitive spot inside of him, adding one finger right after the other until he’s crying, asking for something else, something bigger, something better. The way Suguru makes himself home deep inside Satoru’s guts, hips flushed against his ass. 

It’s too good. Too much. Not enough. Suguru drives himself home again and again, until Satoru’s face is soaked in tears and spit from his gaping mouth that only knows how to whine and beg for more and more.   

He’s being flipped over, and Satoru holds onto dear life while Suguru fucks him from behind at an almost brutal pace. His cock rubs against the sheets almost painfully, but he loves it all the same, tip drooling constantly, staining the black fabric underneath him.

Suguru feels warm, his body dropped all over Satoru’s back, caging him against the mattress. He feels fingers prodding at his mouth, and he opens up, tongue lolling out to accommodate the digits. Suguru thrusts his fingers, his skin salty and addicting. Satoru chokes on them a little, trying to trace the fingertips with his tongue. And then he feels the pad of those fingers press on his tongue, almost massaging it. 

Satoru comes like that, untouched and with his mouth full of Suguru’s fingers. He goes cross-eyed, thighs shaking like crazy, body uselessly trying to get away from the overstimulation Suguru’s cock is putting him through.

He knows what comes next. Suguru is flipping him again so he lays on his back, and he’s pressing his forehead to his while chanting ‘ Satoru, Satoru, Satoru ’. Satoru brings his arms around Suguru’s shoulder and tangles his fingers in his silky, black hair, tugging a little at his nape.  

“Mmh, Suguru,” is all he manages to say before he feels how Suguru’s seed fills him up to the brim. He sighs, as if satiated. Suguru lets his weight drop on top of Satoru, breath ragged, and Satoru immediately starts caressing his head, finger threading slowly through the strands. He smiles when he feels how the other man hugs him tightly, face pressed against the side of Satoru’s neck. He stays there a little longer, catching his breath. 

Satoru also knows what happens next: Suguru leaves a little peck right above Satoru’s heart, one on his lips, and one final on his sweaty forehead and then he pulls out slowly, smiling almost proudly at how his come oozes out of Satoru. He gets up and fetches a wet towel so he can wipe Satoru carefully, and then brings a new one to wrap around his body, moving his lax body to the corner of the bed while he changes the bedsheets. Satoru imagines it can’t be very practical to change the bed sheets while moving around a grown-ass man who refuses to budge, but Suguru makes it look easy. 

In no time, Suguru is getting Satoru under the sheets that smell of clean cotton and cuddling up to him. 

This whole dance Satoru has been dancing for some time now is something he knows by heart, something he could perform with his eyes blindfolded and his feet tied. This whole dance is a dance that he hopes he can repeat forever. 

Soon, he thinks while Suguru’s deep breaths caress the back of his neck. You’ll be mine.

{-}

Nanami is always trying to avoid Satoru, and this he knows. But after their last conversation, he’s putting way more effort into hiding from him.

Of course, this does not deter Satoru from trying even harder to get him alone. If anything, it makes his blood sing. He does like a challenge, and Nanami is proving to be quite slimy given the way he manages to avoid Satoru no matter what.

He has talent, he will recognize as much. It is truly a shame, though, because Satoru was raised to grab tightly at anything that tried to escape from his hands.

Something needs to be done as expeditiously as possible because Suguru had started to get suspicious. It’s not weird for him to grab lunch alone, but most of the time Suguru joins him and for the last two weeks Satoru has been trying to chase Nanami through all the building so he hasn’t had time to sit down during break with the long-haired man. A misstep on his part, he acknowledges. 

Work, ridiculous and copious as it always is, has never been an impediment for Satoru to spend time with Suguru. Thus, he doesn’t know how much longer he can tell the other man he’s too busy to leave his office or to grab lunch together. 

Ergo why they are currently having lunch together. He knows Nanami is having lunch with the girls from marketing, and what a valiant effort to escape Satoru. The whole team seems to worship the ground Nanami walks on, so he avoids them like the plague. It seems he’s reaching his limit. The thought makes him smirk. 

Although he’s aware it wouldn’t take much from him to steal the sweetheart of the office from a group of centennials, he’s given up for the day. He has had to compromise lest Suguru starts questioning him about his mysterious disappearances.  

And he’s not gonna lie, he’s missed Suguru’s touch when he’s wiping away crumbs from his face, and his fond voice when reminding Satoru to eat in the midst of a yapping session so his food doesn’t go cold. He likes it especially when it’s just the two of them because Suguru always keeps his hands to himself when other people are around.  

Satoru isn’t sure what the protocol is for colleagues dating and stuff, but since Suguru is the HR manager it’s not like they can do much about it, he guesses. The big bosses absolutely adore him, so Satoru is hoping they won’t say much when they actually start dating. Not if. When. 

Ah, he likes Suguru so much it’s all he can think about sometimes. It has consumed all his thoughts, and he doesn’t really remember a time in which he didn’t like Suguru. 

Back in his office, he sets a timer. He knows exactly that Nanami does not do overtime and always leaves at the same time every day. And unfortunately for him, his office is located on the same floor as Satoru’s, so in order to go to the lift he needs to bypass him. It’s been very amusing seeing all the ways in which Nanami has tried to sneak past him on his way out. 

This time around, Satoru does not try to catch up to him. He watches him go, waving his hand goodbye at him.

Looking quite cautious, Nanami nods at him on his way out and Satoru just smiles widely. Poor Nanami must think he’s giving up. He should know better. It’s always better to strike when your prey has lowered their defences. 

His ultimate weapon, the one he’s been working on for the last week, is ready. It’s one of his finest jobs, if he does say so himself. All Satoru has to do now is stop by the IT office to cash in some favours. 

He can almost savour victory in his tongue, sweet like freshly made cream. The end of the tunnel looks like Suguru’s hand intertwined with his on the way to the office. It looks like Satoru stopping by Suguru’s office just to kiss him silly in front of his juniors. He can’t wait.

A maniac smile makes way to his face when he programmes an email for next week and only adds Nanami’s work email as a recipient. 

Almost there. 

{-}

“There’s no meeting,” Nanami deadpans, taking a quick look around him. The meeting room was empty, sans one very stupid, very over-eager superior that is looking at him with the nastiest smile ever. He feels like he’s suddenly 50 years older. 

“Of course there is a meeting!” 

“A work meeting,” he clarifies. “Gojo-san, please don’t tell me you staged this just to get me to talk about your nonsensical proposal. Again.”

God’s sake, he should’ve known better. He had really thought Gojo had given up considering how the older man had stopped harassing Nanami for a whole week. It was suspicious at first but when Gojo just greeted him on the way out in the office without trying to initiate conversation for three consecutive days, Nanami had relaxed. 

Hence, he didn’t think too hard about the last-minute meeting Gojo had sprung on him unexpectedly. They had meetings all the time, although they were all scheduled. That should’ve been the first sign. He also forgot to check all recipients for the email that was sent, but he’s sure he will find only his email if he takes a look at it now. 

What a rookie mistake when dealing with Gojo Satoru.

“Now, now, Nanami. I wouldn’t have needed to go to such lengths if you had just agreed in the first place. Look, this time I even made a PowerPoint presentation! Please, take a seat.” 

There are two options in front of Nanami at this point: either continue ignoring his idiotic superior or just get it over with. The first option is the most appealing, naturally. However, there is a downside to it: Gojo truly does not know what ‘no’ means and would possibly continue to harass him until he gave in. This could stretch for an unforeseeable amount of time. Not very tempting.

The second option would at least placate Gojo for some time until he decided his next move, consequently giving Nanami more time to apply to other companies that did not have Gojo Satoru in them.

With one last resigned sigh, he sits in front of the screen Gojo had deployed for his presentation. How the IT team had agreed to lend him the projector for personal use was beyond him. 

“Good call, Nanami! I’m confident you’ll agree that my proposal is excellent at the end of my presentation.”

He does not deign to answer. 

The first slide already has Nanami wanting to commit homicide.  

WHY YOU SHOULD FUCK ME is written in bold, massive letters of an offending blue colour. By Gojo Satoru can be read in the right corner of the slide.  

“In the following presentation, I shall explain the basis of my proposal to Nanami Kento while listing the upsides of us becoming temporary sex partners.”

Satoru presses the clicker in his hand, and holy fuck, he actually got the IT team to lend him even the little clicker when they’re usually way too lazy for that and just tell people to use their notebook pads or mouses. 

A second slide appears after the cringiest transition Nanami has ever seen used for a formal presentation. There’s a picture of Gojo winking in the left corner and Nanami’s ID picture in the right corner. A list that has stars for bullet points takes the middle of the slide. 

“The proposal is easy at best: Nanami Kento and Gojo Satoru shall become sex partners for an unspecified period of time in order to help Gojo Satoru become better in bed. Of course, this wouldn’t only aid Gojo Satoru in becoming a better bed partner for Suguru Geto, but it would also have great benefits for Nanami Kento.” 

Nanami’s eyes grow in horror as he reads the list that Satoru is pointing at with a laser pointer because of course he also got the laser pointer lent.

Getting laid.

Bragging rights for up to 1 (one) year.  

Enhancing sex skills.  

Being able to say you fucked the Gojo Satoru.  

“And although all these points are extremely enticing, it’s widely known that Nanami Kento is one pragmatic man, thus measures in order to comply with this particular characteristic have been taken.” 

Next slide.

Satoru Gojo, as the head of the finance department, shall greenlight all of Nanami Kento’s (logistics department) proposals and projects, no questions asked whatsoever.  

“As you all can see, since Satoru Gojo has the power to accept and fund any project he wants within the company, he’s willing to approve anything Nanami Kento wants. In exchange for sexual services, that is.”

Nanami’s brain stops for a second. He reads and rereads the last point in the list. 

Now, he would never in a million years willingly sleep with Gojo Satoru. But. He has to admit he does raise a good point; for all he absolutely loathes Gojo, he also knows the man is infuriatingly good at his job and is absolutely picky with the projects he approves for funding. He has an excellent eye for enterprises that need a little push to become beneficial for the company, and such a feature is one of the reasons he’s given absolute power to do as he pleases when it comes to choosing who to supply with some money, no questions asked. 

If Nanami wanted to bring a baker to make fresh bread every morning for the cafeteria in the company and Gojo approved it, nobody would raise an eyebrow.

It’s a good bargain.

The worst part is that Nanami is absolutely sure Gojo would not go back on his word. No matter how nonsensical his petitions were, the white-haired man would sign at the bottom of the page without even glancing at the project.

Next slide.

“Accepting the deal would encompass letting Gojo Satoru try any position he desires as long as it’s not detrimental to the other party, having sex at least twice a week, guiding Gojo Satoru in new techniques and providing feedback if necessary. And most importantly: not telling Suguru Geto about the deal.”

Nanami sighs. If it were anyone but Satoru Gojo, he honestly believes he would at least consider it. Especially with that clause about greenlighting all of his requests. And it wasn’t only because of Gojo, which was already a massive negative from his part. There was also the little but undeniable fact that if Geto actually found out about the deal, Nanami could consider himself a dead man. For reasons beyond his comprehension, the amicable and reliable HR manager seemed to have a weak spot for the insane head of the finance team. He still remembers Naoya Zenin’s sudden transfer after he made that unfortunate comment about getting into Gojo’s pants.

“For more detailed information about the deal’s parameters, it’d be best to read the printed agreement I brought.”

All of a sudden, Gojo places a rather thick stack of papers in front of Nanami.

“You can skim through it later and just get back to me if you have any questions.”

This is insanity at its best and Nanami already kind of forgot why he agreed to sit through this madness in the first place. He has better places to be, better things to do─ like apply for other companies─ than listen to a lunatic who has never been denied anything in his life talk about fucking Nanami like it’s a goddamn transaction.

Next slide.

There’s a woman sitting on top of a pile of pillows with Gojo’s face badly edited on the one side, and on the other side there’s what looks like a bodybuilder with Nanami’s face.

“Now, I admit I never asked for Nanami Kento’s personal preferences, but since he ticks all the boxes for a top and has not claimed otherwise, it’s safe to say the assumption is correct. Gojo Satoru has been called a pillow princess before, so in order to obtain all the benefits from the deal, Nanami Kento has to uphold his part of the deal and change this status.”

Next slide.

There’s a big, red cross now on top of the badly edited Gojo.

Next slide.

Instead of the badly edited pillow princess, there’s now what seems to be a badly edited stripper mid-twirl in the pole with Gojo’s face. Nanami has gone from bodybuilder to a strip club patron, throwing money to Gojo. There’s a big, green tick on the corner of the slide.

“Gojo Satoru is to go from pillow princess to sex God. Or something along those lines.”

Nanami cannot take it anymore.

Next slide.

At least the bad edits had stopped, but God, at what cost?

APPROXIMATE TIMETABLE OF SEX ENCOUNTERS

That’s it. Nanami will not put up with this shit anymore. It’s already spiralled into lunacy territory, and he’s not even gonna touch on the levels of delusion Gojo possesses.

“Now, I know we’re both very busy individuals, but after a lot of thought I think I─”

“Gojo-san, stop,” Nanami finally says, interrupting the white-haired man. “This is madness.”

“Now, now, Nanami. I’m almost done so please pay attention.”

“I think you should stop now. Like, right now.”

“By all means, please continue, Satoru.”

Nanami feels a chill go down his spine and his heart race, adrenaline coursing through his veins at an almost alarming speed.

Suddenly, he’s reminded of the time his parents took him to the zoo when he was ten years old and obsessed with tigers. The feline enclosure was enormous and an eager Kento had dragged his parents to watch their proudest acquisition: a massive Siberian tiger with dangerous eyes and even more dangerous fangs that it liked to bare at anyone who got close to the thick glass separating the animal from the visitors.

Nanami, despite being absolutely safe from the other side of the glass, had felt like he was going to die as he looked up at the majestic animal. The feline’s eyes locked him in place, and they seemed to say, “good thing you’re on the other side of the glass”. The scary encounter had developed into a week of nightmares that left him going to his parent’s bed more times than what he was willing to admit.

Looking into his senior’s eyes now, Nanami feels the same sense of dread that grasped him all those years ago. He recognizes the glint in his eyes; a barely concealed murderous intent. An apex predator measuring his next meal. However, this time around there is no glass standing between Nanami’s possible demise. Gathering all the courage in his body, he stands up and faces a very tranquil-looking Geto reclined against the door of the meeting room.

“Geto-san,” he starts, trying to put as much distance between him and Gojo as possible. “I swear I never entertained this deal. Never. I didn’t agree and I wouldn't have done so either. I just─”

“Nanami,” Geto says, sweet voice and even sweeter smile plastered on his face. It’s downright terrifying, actually. “Be quiet.”

Nanami’s jaw locks.

Nobody speaks. Geto looks deep in thought, eyes going from the stupid PowerPoint presentation still showing the slide with the cringy-ass title, to Gojo and Nanami respectively. Nanami does not want to think what’s going on through his mind at this point, and he only prays Gojo’s stupidity isn’t contagious and that at least Geto will not come to the worst conclusion ever.

Although he must admit the whole thing is shady as fuck, so he isn’t sure how Geto isn’t going to assume the worst when it looks exactly like that. Like Gojo is having an affair. Or about to. And he wasn’t even being normal about it, he made a whole PowerPoint presentation like the madman he was.

Gojo had said they weren’t dating but Nanami thinks that’s absolute bullshit. Nothing about the HR manager’s body language suggests he doesn’t care much about what’s transpiring in the room at the moment. If they weren’t dating, Nanami thinks, Geto wouldn’t look like he was ready to bite somebody’s head off. Specifically, his head. 

He chances a look towards Gojo, trying to telepathically communicate with him. Do not drag me into your shit, say something. But the other man is not looking his way, he’s just frozen in place, clicker in his right hand and laser pointer in his left. There go his chances at a promotion, his chances at getting a different office, preferably not one on Gojo’s level. Damn, there he goes his chances at being employed.

This sucks.

After what seems like an eternity, Gojo snaps out of his stupor.

“Suguru!” He greets with false enthusiasm. “What are you doing here? I thought you had already gone home. How long have you been standing there?”

Silence. Gojo’s smile falters a little. 

“You,” Geto says after a beat, pointing towards Nanami instead of addressing Gojo’s attempt at nonchalance. He looks like he has made up his mind about the whole shitshow and he’s about to pass judgment. Hopefully, Nanami will walk out the room still employed. “Leave.”

Thank God.

“You,” he continues, pointing at Gojo this time around. “Turn that off.”

“Suguru─”

“Turn that shit off, now.”

“If you excuse me, seniors,” Nanami suddenly says, already reaching for the second door at the other end of the meeting room. He can’t wait to get the fuck out of there before Geto decides he would rather get Nanami’s ass for not stopping Gojo before instead of letting him go unscathed. “I’ll be taking my leave first.”

“Nanami,” he hears Gojo yell. “Wait!”

“Goodbye, Nanami. Have a safe trip back home,” Geto replies with an air of finality. The way he delivers that last sentence sounds absolutely ominous. Nanami feels a shiver go down his spine and just manages a curt nod before he’s bolting out of the room.

The first thing he does when he gets home is pull out his resume to edit it. 

Fuck his company, really.

-

The ride to Suguru’s place is silent.

After Nanami had all but fled, Suguru hadn’t even let Satoru try to explain. He made Satoru disconnect his laptop from the projector and put it back in his bag; and after a rather threatening “We’ll talk about this at home” (Satoru’s heart absolutely did not flip at the implications of such a statement), had left to finish some work he had stayed behind to catch up with. Satoru isn’t sure what he could have said to salvage the situation, which he admits was rather incriminating─ for the wrong reasons at least─ so he is actually a bit grateful that Suguru didn’t interrogate him in the meeting room.

He still isn’t too sure what to say, but the time to think about it is more than welcome.

What isn’t welcome, though, is the radio silence he’s currently sitting through.

It’s never been this silent, Satoru notices. He can’t say he didn’t think Suguru would be completely on board with his idea but that’s exactly why he didn’t tell the other man in the first place. It was supposed to be a surprise as well. But honestly, he didn’t think he would get this mad, either. They aren’t dating so probably he shouldn’t get this angry, or so Satoru believes. They aren’t dating yet. He clings to that word like his life depends on it, and it kinda does because it’s what he wants the most in the world at the moment.

He does want to be a good, proper boyfriend. Preferably one that does more than lay on the bed and expect his partner to do everything during sex. And he was getting there. Now his plan is ruined. What does Satoru have to offer to Suguru in a relationship? He doesn’t feel like he brings a lot to the table so at least he wanted to change in that aspect before asking Suguru out. Suguru is the one that puts up with him, Suguru is the one that drives him around, the one that cooks for him, the one that takes care of him. What does Satoru do other than be pampered?

He never stops to think too deeply about what Suguru sees in him or else he starts getting a little angsty. Satoru knows he’s gorgeous, he knows what he looks like, and he knows the effect he has on other people. But beyond that? Nobody has ever wanted to stay too long to figure him out. Not that he would’ve allowed such a thing in the first place.

Geto Suguru did not care about permission and just barrelled into the picture. He stayed, despite Satoru’s bad personality, despite his constant disdain towards anything and anyone that wasn’t interesting enough for him.

He wanted to make up for it by being at least the best fuck Suguru has ever had. Now it looks like that’s out of the picture. So back to square one. 

It’s not looking good for him, if he’s being honest with himself. Not only was his plan ruined, now Suguru is mad at him.

Satoru sighs and he can almost see Suguru’s eyebrow twitch.

It’s unlike him to remain silent, after all, Satoru never shuts the fuck up and he doesn’t want to start now; yet Suguru had been kind of final on the ride in the elevator. Do not talk to me until we reach my place, I’m trying to think.

Usually, he wouldn’t care. But unfortunately, he cares a great deal about Suguru, so he’s willing to make an effort for him. Probably caring too much about Suguru is what brought him to his current predicament. Whatever.

He’d like some music at least. Suguru listens to some very odd music, a bit far from Satoru’s own go-to pop songs. It’s nice, though. Everything about Suguru is nice: his smile, his beautiful hair, his piercings, his soft, gentle voice, his warm hands, his lovely eyes, even his taste in books, in music, in movies. He’s learned how to appreciate everything that makes up the amazing person that is Suguru Geto.

He’s scared, Satoru finally acknowledges. He feels like he has royally fucked up and he does not want to stop this thing he has going on with Suguru. He loves this thing. He hopes to never end the thing. 

Satoru is broken out of his stupor when he notices Suguru turning the engine off.

Oh.

They’ve already reached Suguru’s place.

He follows Suguru into his apartment like he always does, he leaves his shoes in what he likes to call his designated spot like he always does, he sits on the couch while Suguru fetches some sweet tea for him like he always does.

The only thing missing from this familiar dance Satoru has been performing for the last months is Suguru’s sweet laugh, his light-hearted teasing, his hands that can’t seem to stop touching him. The rhythm has been broken. 

Once Suguru is back from the kitchen with Satoru’s tea and hands it to him, he doesn’t sit next to him like he always does. Instead, he sits in the armchair in front of him. 

Satoru can’t take it anymore.

“Suguru─”

“Is there something I’m not giving to you?” Suguru interrupts.

That was not what Satoru was expecting at all. He actually does not know what he was expecting but it definitely was not something like that. 

“Huh?”

Suguru sighs.

“Am I not doing enough for you? Is that why you thought about sleeping with Nanami?”

Oh.

Oh no. Hell no. Suguru thinks he’s not enough for Satoru? 

“Suguru, no,” he is quick to deny. He absolutely cannot have Suguru thinking such nonsense. Like what the actual fuck, that’s the total opposite of what’s going on. “No. You’re perfect. You do everything okay. More than okay. You’re the best.”

Suguru sighs, thumb coming to rest on the middle of his forehead.

“Help me understand, then.”

Satoru bites the inside of his cheek. Oh God. He’s actually going to need to be honest about his insecurities. The thought makes him a little sick. More than a little sick, actually.

Before he can even begin to untangle the overly complex and almost nonsensical ball of feelings that has been sitting in his chest ever since he realized he was absolutely obsessed with Suguru, the other man beats him to it. 

“Actually, have you slept with anyone else?” Satoru wants to imagine the tremor in Suguru’s voice. “Satoru, we fuck raw. At least tell me─”

“I haven’t! You’re the only one. I sleep with, I mean.”

You’re the only one and probably will always be, even if you don’t want me anymore.

“And even if I slept with anyone else, I would wear protection. I wouldn’t do that to you. I care about you.”

Suguru snorts and Satoru’s heart sinks a little.

“Funny way you have of showing that.”

“You’re not being fair. I do care about you.” 

“You are not being fair. Satoru, I really don’t get it. Do you not want to sleep with me anymore? Because I would prefer you told me at once instead of going to someone else. I believe at least I deserve that much.”

Ah.

It’s actually terrifying, Satoru realizes. Having to be honest about what he thinks, about what he wants. He can’t even remember the last time he was completely genuine.

Suguru is worth it, he tells himself. More than worth it.

“That’s not it. Suguru, you weren’t supposed to know about…my plan.”

“Well, that makes me feel so much better, thank you, Satoru.”

“Wait, let me finish.”

He can feel Suguru slipping through his fingers the more he talks so now Satoru is fucking scared of saying the wrong thing. But what other choice does he have now?

“I love sex with you,” he starts with. He needs to be 100% clear about that aspect. He can’t have Suguru believing Satoru wouldn’t start a religion for him. He was blind before Suguru, living a colourless life with muted sounds that didn’t quite satisfy him. A constant hunger for something better, bigger, that he didn’t know exactly how to satiate.

And like a rogue planet that encounters a star with a mass so irresistible that leaves no other choice but to fall into its orbit, Satoru fell into Suguru. He flooded colour and sound into his life with an intensity Satoru had never experienced before. Satoru would rather burn the world than go back to his gray life. His pre-Suguru life.

“You do everything right. I don’t want anyone else.” He can tell Suguru wants to say something but refrains from speaking up at the last moment. Instead, he just takes a deep breath and drops his hand back to his lap.

“And that’s kinda the problem. You do everything. You do all the work, and I don’t mind at all. I love it. But it can’t be fun for you, right? And you’re the type of person who is too kind to say something about it. Like sure, I know you enjoy having sex with me. But there’s more to it than just always putting in all the effort. Right? And I know I’m inexperienced so I was always worried you would get tired of me.”

Satoru can’t even look at Suguru, he feels too vulnerable and he would rather avoid looking at the other man in the eyes but even he knows that’s not fair. So, he pushes through the mortifying feeling of lying himself open because he knows Suguru has earned it. Even if after all he decides Satoru is more trouble than what he’s worth, Satoru won’t regret it. 

“You’re amazing, Suguru. And I’m selfish and want you all to myself but I figured I wouldn’t be able to get you to stay with my… subpar bed skills. Thus! If I practiced with someone else and then showed you that I’m just as good and experienced I would get you to stay. You wouldn’t get bored of me.”

I want you to stay with me.

He leaves behind a myriad of things that are locked under his tongue and refuse to leave. Just that little speech made his palms sweat so he’s under the impression that if he says anything else he might actually have a stroke. Still, he thinks he did a great job at getting his point across. Hopefully.

“Nanami and I didn’t sleep together,” he continues just for good measure. “He didn’t seem very enthusiastic about the idea. But I also thought that if I needed practice it would have to be him, right? I think he’s a pretty safe choice,” he rambles on and on when he sees Suguru isn’t saying anything. Does he need any further explanation? He can always pull up the PowerPoint again and explain step by step if he still doesn’t get it.

“Satoru? Shut up for a second, please.”

He bites his lip, heart thumping loudly in his throat. 

Suguru sighs and brings his palms together, almost in a praying motion, in front of his forehead.

“You said you want me all to yourself,” he finally says. “And thought about this…more than questionable plan because you mistakenly thought I might get bored of you? Despite never having given signs of such a thing? Despite repeatedly telling you how much I like being with you? Despite me showing you how much I like you?” He sighs again, and Satoru feels a little worse with every little exhale that leaves Suguru’s lips. He has lost track of how many times he’s made the other man sigh in the last hour. 

“Satoru, just answer this. How would you react if I slept with someone at the office? Say, Manami from marketing.”

Satoru seethes.

Oh, he absolutely fucking hates just thinking about it. Suguru sleeping with someone else other than Satoru? Over his goodman dead body. It won’t be happening as long as Satoru has a say in it.

“You can’t,” he replies through his teeth. “You absolutely cannot.”

Suguru smiles a little, looking almost relieved. 

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re mine, Suguru. You’re sleeping with me, why would you go to someone else?”

“What if I want to become a better sex partner for you?”

“You’re already the best, why would you do that? You wanna piss me off that badly, huh?”

“So, it makes sense for you to get mad if I ever did something like what you did?”

Satoru is speechless. It’s completely different. Suguru sleeping with someone else in order to become better in bed is different from Satoru doing it because Suguru is already experienced. He doesn’t need any more experience. Satoru is not. It’s a whole other discussion. Satoru wants to be better, Suguru doesn’t have to try because he’s already the best.

When Satoru says as much, Suguru just laughs, disbelief thick in his voice.

“Satoru, that’s bullshit. You’re not making any sense.”

“Listen! I can admit I’m lacking, and I want to do something about it. Can’t you see it’s fundamentally different?”

“This isn’t working,” Suguru suddenly says. Satoru’s stomach drops so hard he feels he’s about to lurch what he had for lunch hours ago. Before he can spiral down, Suguru sits next to him and holds his hands.

“Satoru,” and God, even after hearing his name on Suguru’s lips a hundred times a day, he can’t stop the goosebumps that bloom on his skin, or the way his knees immediately weaken. It’s so soft, so intimate. There’s nobody in the world who will ever come even close to pronouncing Satoru’s name the way Suguru does: just like a prayer. “I think there’s something you’re not telling me, and I hope it’s the same thing I’ve been holding myself from saying out loud.”

Abort, abort, abort.

“When you say I’m yours, that you want me all to yourself, what do you actually mean? Why does just the thought of me sleeping with someone else bother you so much? Why do you want to be better in bed for my sake?”

Satoru swallows. He’s too entranced by the way Suguru is looking at him to even try to reply.

“Could it be…that you want me to belong only to you, the way I want you to be only mine?”

Yes.

“I want you to be mine only, Suguru. I want you to only look at me.”

“I already do.”

The confession makes his heart freeze for a second.

“Actually, I’ve been yours for quite some time now. It looks like I haven't done a good job of letting you know, if you felt like you needed to go through with that moronic plan of yours.”

“I just wanted to be good for you,” Satoru says, eyes glued to the way Suguru gently rubs circles on his hands with his thumbs, like he’s polishing the most fragile of glasses. And it’s this little, tiny detail that gets the cogs in his brain clicking. It’s such a silly gesture, really, but it’s done with so much care and affection, Satoru suddenly feels like an idiot. 

This is how it feels to be loved.

“You’re already everything I could ever ask for, baby. And even more. You’re perfect.”

The dam breaks.

“I like you so much, Suguru. I think I’m obsessed with you and you’re literally the best thing that has ever happened to me and just the thought of you getting tired of me was driving me absolutely nuts. I was not going to let that happen, and I thought that I didn’t have much to offer to you so maybe if I became the best fuck of your life then it would be a lot harder for you to let go of me.”

“Oh, Satoru.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry or make you insecure. I just want you so badly I feel like I’m going crazy sometimes.”

He has so much more to say, his fingers are already stained red from the way he’s holding his flesh open to lay bare his bones to the man that means the world to him. He wants to keep going, wants to keep tearing everything off so Suguru can look properly at him, can scrutinize the most intimate, vulnerable part of him and decide he is still worth it.

He doesn’t get to say much more, because before he can unload everything that has been lodged in his throat Suguru kisses him. It’s unlike any kiss Satoru’s ever received before. Suguru has kissed him plenty before: with passion, with care and affection, lazily, slowly, desperately. But never like this: with purpose and intent, as if his tongue was trying to brand something into his brain. He’s now holding the back of his head, slowly guiding him to tilt it to have better access to his mouth.

Satoru complies easily, trying to meet Suguru’s confession in the middle. Because that’s exactly what it is. He might have said all those nice things to Satoru, but now he’s showing it, relentlessly trying to convince him that he means everything he said. It’s in the way his mouth meets his over and over again (I love everything about you), in the way his fingers hold his nape tightly (I’m not letting you go), in the way his tongue steadily brushes against his (I want you), in the way he bites his lips (You’re everything to me), in the way he keeps chasing Satoru’s mouth when he leans back for a second (I love you).

When they finally part, Suguru flicks him on the head.

“Ouch! What the hell, Suguru?”

“You’re a moron,” the dark-haired man says. “You’re literally the funniest person I’ve ever met, the sweetest, and the most gorgeous. Gojo Satoru, I’m so obsessed with you it’s embarrassing, and I can’t believe I let you believe for a second that I would ever get bored of you. If anything, I feel like I need to keep being interesting so you won’t let go of me.”

Satoru frowns, rubbing at his forehead. Suguru wasn’t very gentle with his flick. He completely meant that shit.

“I was so blinded by your beauty I couldn’t see that you were pining after me like a loser, sorry,” he says, smirking at him.

Suguru looks aghast. 

“You’re insufferable, you were all ready to cry your little heart out to me and now you’re calling me a loser?”

“Well, you did say you were obsessed with me.”

“You said it first.”

“That’s not how I remember it.”

Satoru receives another kiss, quick and clearly meant to shut him up. He doesn’t mind.

“Just to make sure, I love everything about you, Satoru. Don’t ever think for a second that you have to try and be better because you’re absolutely everything I’ve ever dreamed of, okay? In all senses.”

He already knows Suguru is incredibly earnest, but he doesn’t know what to do with himself when all that sincerity is directed at him. It’s disarming.

“Okay,” he mutters softly, looking away. He doesn’t get to turn his head too far before Suguru is grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to make eye-contact with him like the absolute menace he is.

“You’re just so cute when you get flustered like this.” Suguru is smirking and oh, he can see how much he is enjoying making Satoru squirm. The bastard.

“Shut up,” he says without any real bite. “You suck. You’re already a terrible boyfriend.”

Suguru perks up.

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, boyfriend,” Satoru enunciates as clearly as possible.

“Mmh.” Suguru hasn’t let go of Satoru’s face, and now his thumb is rubbing the delicate skin under his eye. “Gojo Satoru, my boyfriend. Has a nice ring to it.”

The pleased tone in his voice makes Satoru grin.

“Now, may I entice my boyfriend into celebrating this new development, perhaps in my room?”

He laughs.

“You just read my mind.”

-

“You know I don’t mind doing all the work, right? I love it. I love taking care of you, Satoru. I thought it was obvious.”

Once in the room, Satoru didn’t waste any time in getting both of them naked and on the bed. Suguru laughed the entire time his boyfriend was trying to yank his pants off. Satoru was proud of the choking sound he made when he grabbed him by the dick, though.

He’s lying on his back now, arms around Suguru’s shoulders. He looks so fucking hot with his dark hair cascading down his back, the shorter strands gracefully framing his face. Suguru is just so beautiful Satoru feels breathless just by looking at him. 

“I know,” he answers truthfully. “I just wanted to make you feel good. The same way you make me feel good.”

“Mmh.” Satoru’s breath hitches when he feels a pair of lips tracing the sensitive skin of his neck. “You always make me feel good. Amazing even.”

“I think I can make you feel really good if I’m on top of you, too.”

A pause.

“Fair point.”

“Will you let me try, even if I’m not good in the first try?”

Suguru leans back, sitting on Satoru’s thighs to take a proper look at him.

“You can try anything you want, Satoru. Anything, alright? If there’s something you wanna do, just tell me. I’ll try to make it good for you, okay? We can try new things together.”

Fuck, he’s just so perfect. Affection swells in his chest like a hot air balloon.

“Okay,” he finally says. Suguru leans down once more to seal the deal with a kiss. Satoru is more than happy to reciprocate, running his hands all over his boyfriend’s broad back. The muscles shift beneath his palm, skin warm and familiar.

Suddenly, Suguru is flipping him, easily swapping their positions and accommodating Satoru on top of him. The show of strength never fails to make Satoru’s dick harden in an instant.

“Alright, baby boy. You do whatever you want, I’m all yours.”

Fuck. Why is Suguru so fucking good at this? Satoru is about to have a stroke and he hasn’t even sat on his cock yet. 

He’s got this. Probably. Hopefully.

“How about you start by stretching yourself?”

Right. Suguru’s cock is massive, there’s no way that thing is going up his asshole before proper stretching. 

Satoru reaches for the lube that he pulled from Suguru’s nightstand and tossed on the corner of the bed before jumping him.

He lubes his fingers and slowly prods at his entrance while balancing on Suguru’s chest with the other hand. This part he knows, not like he hasn’t done it to himself before, although it’s the first time he’s fingering himself open in front of Suguru. It’s nerve-wracking, to say the least. 

He isn’t one to feel too embarrassed about things in general, but he can feel shame slowly creeping up on him for some reason.

“That’s it, slowly. Take it easy, baby. You’re doing so well.”

Even if Suguru’s words soothe his nerves a little, he would like for him to shut the fuck up lest he blows his load before even getting to the fun part. 

He goes from one finger to two in almost no time. The squelching sound of his fingers pumping the lube inside of him makes his cheeks burn. Why is it so loud? Has it always been so loud? He guesses he never noticed before; way too focused on whatever it was that Suguru was doing while fingering him before. 

It feels good, his fingers are longer than Suguru’s although not as thick. He crooks his fingers a little and gasps when he brushes against his prostate. It truly never gets old. 

“Feels good?”

Satoru just nods, quickly adding a third and pumping his fingers at a steady pace. It feels fucking amazing and now that he’s gotten over his nervousness, he can admit that having Suguru watch him do this to himself only adds to the raging fire in his stomach. It’s so good.

“Fuck, you look fantastic, Satoru. You’re so fucking sexy.” 

He didn’t realize he was closing his eyes, so when he opens them he’s greeted with the sight of Suguru’s eyes trained on his face, cock red and hard resting on his stomach. The head looks shiny from all the precum that’s been steady leaking. The fact that Satoru is capable of getting Suguru so horny just by touching himself surely fuels the raging fire in his gut. He hasn’t even tried to touch himself, hands busy groping Satoru’s thighs.

Good God, he really lucked out. 

Satoru can feel his orgasm building up way too quickly, so he withdraws his fingers and sits back in his hunches, breath coming fast. He always goes a bit lax after an orgasm and he doesn’t want that. He hasn’t even sat on his boyfriend’s shaft yet!

“Had fun?”

“You know, I didn’t notice before, but you talk way too much,” Satoru admonishes. “It’s very distracting.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you complain before. Don’t like it when I tell you how good it feels inside of you? I can stop if you want.”

Satoru’s ears burn.

“I never said that,” he trails off, refusing to make eye contact. Suguru just smirks at him. 

“Just let me work in peace.” He reaches for the lube again and squirts a giant blob on top of Suguru’s dick. He wastes no time putting his hand on him, slowly stroking him to distribute the sticky substance.

Suguru sighs, relieved. 

Satoru has had Suguru’s dick between his hands a thousand times before, and still, it never fails to amaze him. It’s as beautiful as the rest of Suguru and the stark contrast between the dark reddened skin against his almost translucent skin makes his cock weep. His fingers trace the thick veins, thumb applying the slightest of pressure under the crown, just to hear Suguru hiss.  

He strokes Suguru with a steady hand, relishing in all the sounds he manages to punch out of the man currently lying underneath him. It’s music to his ears. Suguru’s voice is quite soft, unlike his, and Satoru absolutely adores the breathy quality of it, especially when it drops down to let the white-haired man know he’s feeling good.

“If you keep doing that I’ll come, baby.” Suguru gently puts his hand around Satoru’s to stop him from continuing to jerk him off. “We don’t want that now, do we? I’m all ready for you.”

“Okay,” Satoru whispers. He positions himself better, knees bracketing Suguru’s hips, and grabs his dick to align it with his asshole. The entire process does bring the embarrassment back a little, but he pushes forward. He wants this and Suguru clearly wants this too.

When the head breaches his first ring of muscles, he holds his breath, suddenly overwhelmed. Satoru has had this dick in him too many times to count, so why does it feel so differently now?

“Breathe, Satoru.”

He does as told, slowly exhaling. Gently, he lowers himself on Suguru’s cock, inch by inch, until his ass meets hips.

He wills himself to breathe.

Fuck. It’s too good. 

Suddenly, he feels hands on his waist.

“Fuck, Satoru,” Suguru almost whines. “You feel fucking fantastic like this. Holy shit. You look like such a dream.”

Satoru feels like he’s about to burst and all he’s done so far is get Suguru’s dick in him. He hasn’t moved an inch yet, too lost in the feeling of the cock inside of him that seems to be reaching all the way up to his guts.

He grinds his hips experimentally, rocking back and forth. Suguru is panting, breath halting every time he rotates his hips. 

“You’re so good, baby, so good.”

It’s a different type of feeling, seeing Suguru come undone underneath him. Satoru feels a rush of power and adrenaline crawling up his spine. His eyes zero on the way his boyfriend is closing his eyes and scrunching his face in pleasure when he goes a bit faster.

Oh, he absolutely loves this.

Tentatively, he raises himself up a little and drops back, ass flushed against Suguru’s hips.

“Fuck.” 

Satoru grows bolder by the reaction he is getting out of his boyfriend and immediately starts bouncing on his cock. Soon enough, he feels the way it brushes against his prostate and starts speeding up his rhythm. His orgasm is building up faster and faster but for some reason he can’t quite get there yet.

Even with Suguru’s help, hand on his waist bringing him back to his cock repeatedly, something isn’t quite right.

“Suguru, Suguru,” he pleads, breath coming out short. He can feel the tears in his eyes welling up from frustration. “I want to─ I can’t─”

It feels toe-curlingly amazing to ride his boyfriend’s dick like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and yet, it doesn’t matter how fast or slow he goes, he can’t seem to be able to go over the threshold. Sweet release is dangling right in front of him, but it keeps eluding him. It makes his throat ache and his eyes sting. 

“Suguru, I don’t know─ please,” he keeps begging, exhausted. “I can’t, I can’t─”

“I got you, doll.”

Soon enough, Suguru is changing their positions, Satoru’s back finding the mattress again. He sighs in relief, thighs throbbing from exertion.

“Shh, I got you,” Suguru soothes his boyfriend, thumb wiping away the stray tears on Satoru’s face. “You did so well.”

And almost immediately, he’s jack-rabbiting into Satoru, cock hitting that sweet spot that makes Satoru’s eyes roll to the back of his skull. This feels right, he thinks, Suguru putting his legs over his shoulder, stretching him to the best of his abilities. 

His orgasm approaches once again, this time around barrelling all the way through. It’s intense and unavoidable and Satoru welcomes it with open arms, ready to be washed away by the overwhelming pleasure Suguru bestows upon him every time he has his cock in him.

“That’s it pretty boy, let go.”

And he does exactly that, body going taunt as he spills his seed all over his chest with Suguru’s name on his tongue. It’s such a powerful orgasm he feels lightheaded, vision going blurry for a second. He barely registers that Suguru is still going, hips stuttering as he also chases his relief like a madman.

“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru,” he chants as he fills him up to the brim with his cum. Slowly, he comes to a lazy grind, as if he was trying to milk every last drop of cum into him. When oversensitivity kicks in, he stops and he lets himself fall over Satoru, trapping him against the mattress.

When he feels Suguru leaving a little peck right above his heart, he grins. He accepts the next one on his lips, and the last one on his forehead. He can feel the other man pulling out, and he doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that Suguru is looking at the way his cum oozes out of Satoru.

Yeah, this was how the dancing went.

Satoru breathes in, body tingling.

He’s found their rhythm again.

-

“You were truly going to let Nanami fuck you?”

After a shower that almost turned into round two and changing the sheets, Satoru had demanded cuddles. Boyfriend cuddles, to be more precise. Suguru happily agreed, wasting no time in clinging to Satoru like he would disappear if he wasn’t pressed against him at all times.

Satoru shimmies in Suguru’s hold, ignoring all the whining his boyfriend does. He just gets the other man to loosen his hold on him enough so that he can turn around to properly face Suguru.

“I mean…”

The longer Satoru remains silent, the more the frown on Suguru’s face grows. He looks appalled.

“Unbelievable.”

“It was for a worthy cause, okay? What, were you jealous?

He receives a pinch for his comment, and he complains, batting Suguru’s hand away.

“Fuck, stop that!” 

“Don’t act like you weren’t ready to throttle all those marketing girls that were trying to get me to participate in their TikToks.”

“You noticed?” Satoru really thought he was being sleek.

“Hard not to notice when a tall ass man with an imposing frame glares daggers at you. You’re not subtle at all, Satoru.”

“Well, at least it worked.”

“Don’t worry, I thought it was hot.”

Satoru smiles, pecking the man in front of him.

“You’re so sick in the head, Suguru. Probably why we make a good match.”

“Probably,” Suguru concedes. His eyes are shining, and Satoru thinks it’s so easy now to see how much Suguru loves him. It’s a feeling he can’t seem to contain and it pours out from his eyes, his smile, his hands that are still holding tightly at his waist. 

He knows he’s the same, and he probably has the goofiest smile on his face right now. He doesn’t care. He wants to show Suguru how much he loves him, too. 

“On Monday you’re going to apologize to poor Nanami for everything you put him through.”

“Aye, aye, captain. You should also apologize; he looked ready to bolt when he noticed you were in the room.” 

“Touche. To be fair, he’s lucky I know he can’t stand your ass and didn’t jump him on the spot.” 

“So jealous Mr. Geto.” 

“You’re impossible.” 

“You love me like this, though.” 

This time around, it’s Suguru the one to steal a kiss from him. It’s short and sweet and everything Satoru has ever wanted to experience. 

“Don’t remind me of my poor choices.” 

Satoru laughs and laughs and kisses his boyfriend silly because he can, because he’s allowed to, because he has the most fantastic boyfriend in the world. 

“It was nice riding you,” he suddenly confesses. “But I think I like it better when you do all the work.” 

Suguru snorts. 

“Go figure. It’s my fault, though. I shouldn’t have spoiled you so much. Plus, you already know I love making you feel good.” 

“Did you like it?”

“Of course I did. You did amazing, I loved every second of it. You’re literally the most beautiful person on Earth, Satoru. And you’re all mine, now. You looked so fucking good on top of me, I thought I was going to come so fucking soon when you started moving.” 

The praise makes him smile. He loves knowing he can also make Suguru feel amazing. He wouldn’t mind riding him from time to time if that meant getting complimented like crazy again.

“But you don’t have to force yourself to do it, Satoru. If you would rather not do it, that’s fine by me. It wouldn’t change anything for me, okay? All I want is to make you feel good.”

Suguru looks sincere, his warm eyes brimming with honesty. Satoru absolutely loves him. 

“I know,” he assures him. “I also like making you feel good, so I’m willing to compromise. Probably I’ll need to pick up some cardio or some shit like that, though.”

The laugh that booms from Suguru’s chest makes his own chest vibrate given how close they are pressed against each other. It’s so fucking magical; it leaves Satoru no choice but to kiss Suguru mid-laugh. He can’t contain himself, the man that is holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world loves him back and nothing could ever compete with the intense feelings that such a fact evokes within him. 

“I love you,” he whispers before tucking his head underneath Suguru’s chin. He feels more than hears the chuckle from Suguru. 

“I love you, too. My giant pillow princess.”

{-}

“Nanami!” 

Satoru smirks when he sees the blonde-man freezing for a half a second, hand on the handle of his office.

He counts three before Nanami decides to turn around. He nods curtly at him, and the sight makes Satoru laugh internally. He looks like he’s just sucked the bitterest lemon in the world.

“Gojo-san.”

“Good news, Nanami! Suguru and I are now officially dating.” 

“Oh.”

Nanami blinks.

“That’s good.”

“Aren’t you going to congratulate me, Nanami?”

“Congratulations,” he says like he’s being held at gunpoint. It makes Satoru snort. His junior is fucking hilarious.

“Since I’m a taken man now, unfortunately for you, we can’t follow through with my proposal. I’m sorry. We wouldn’t have worked out, though.”

Satoru can see the myriads of feelings that go through Nanami’s face before he finally settles on tiredness.

“Okay,” he replies. “Is that all?”

Satoru has half a mind to keep fucking with him, but he remembers that Suguru is currently in a meeting with the marketing team, and he would absolutely love to interrupt just to kiss him in front of all those wide-eyes centennials that think they have a chance with the sexy manager form HR. As if.

“That's all.”

“Good talk,” Nanami says before nodding once more before turning around to go into his office.

“I’m willing to greenlight your proposal to buy fresh pastries from the bakery next door every day for breakfast,” he suddenly blurts out. It’s as close to a “sorry” he can manage. He’s not actually sorry but Suguru had been very adamant on doing anything he could to lessen Nanami’s trauma from Satoru’s hunting.

Nanami turns his head around and inspects the white-haired man for a second, as if deciding whether he was telling the truth or not. 

“That'd be very much appreciated.” And then he’s shutting the door to his office.

Well, that had gone as well as he had expected. Kind of.

At least that was out of the way. Next stop: Suguru’s meeting.

He couldn’t wait to show everyone that sexy slightly mean manager Suguru Geto was Satoru’s and Satoru’s only. He feels like he is now standing at the other side of the tunnel. Finally.