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“Cherry Blossom will be with you shortly.”
The receptionist announced in a polite, practiced smile before bowing at a 45-degree angle and retreating behind the shoji, sliding the wooden door closed with a quiet click.
Gojo leaned back on the cushion of the sofa, dragging his eyes lazily over the nondescript interior of the equally tasteless room, not that he would expect much aesthetic forethought from a strip club of all places.
Fishing out his phone from the back of his black slacks, the man began scrolling through his messages.
He got a few emails from Ichiji, reminding him that he’s got a briefing meeting tomorrow morning, that his performance review was due last Monday and parent-teacher conferences were coming up the following week. Gojo sighed before locking the screen and throwing it haphazardly across the couch. He carded a tired hand through his hair, slumping against the soft material of the sofa he’s reclining on.
Work sucks, and it was precisely why he needed this.
Noroi was a discreet establishment that runs… a diversity of entertainment services specifically geared towards adults. The low-profile nature of Noroi made it a popular choice for men and women of power and a reputation to hold like Gojo; the financial expense was worth the risk trade-off, or so he decided.
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Earlier tonight he was greeted at the door by a professional lady who spent a good few minutes introducing him to the selection of ‘pearls’ they had at Noroi , and what their specialties were. Steel blue eyes scanned across the screen as pictures of young, attractive, scantily clad men and women flashed across the screen, each a different outfit but somehow all seemed the same.
Gojo flicked his finger in disinterest, contemplating just going with whatever choice there is until a picture that ticked all of his boxes appeared. The boy in the pic chose to show only half of his face, but the lean build of his body, the strong muscles in his back and especially the naughty arch of his ass in the equally scandalous pair of booty shorts got Gojo drooling a little.
He tapped the screen and turned it back to the receptionist.
“Excellent choice, sir,” the lady smiled, “And will you be enjoying his private show or-”
“Private,” Gojo interrupted, not bothering to listen to the other options he might have had, “Clear his schedule for the night.”
The receptionist’s tightlipped smile faltered a little bit, “Sir, I must remind you that the cancelation fee for his other appointments are very-”
The man wordlessly slid his black credit card across the counter, effectively shutting her up.
“Of course,” she smiled again, “then allow me to show you to your private suite.”
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Gojo contemplated picking up his phone again to kill the boredom when he heard a tentative knock on the door. The wooden door slid open again and in went a boy, short hair the color of cherry blossom.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” the boy smiled sheepishly as he turned to close the door behind him. Gojo almost called him cute before the boy continued as his voice dropped an octave, “but again, we have all night to ourselves, don’t we?”
The man smirked. Cherry Blossom was exactly his type. Lean but built, boyish but still confident; cute voice and a piece of ass he couldn’t wait to devour.
Cherry Blossom was wearing an attire that resembled a posh butler’s uniform: black, elegant slacks that hugged his thighs and ass just right, the form-fitted white shirt stretching across his chest and shoulder, and a little waistcoat accentuating his thin waist deliciously.
But judging by the slow, sensual music the boy had just put on, these layers of clothes will come off of him soon enough.
Gojo sat back in his seat, a pleased smile etched on his lips as Cherry Blossom finally turned around and something in the air changed.
“Gojo-sensei?”
The man in question shot up, his blue eyes the size of saucers.
“Wha-,” he spluttered, still not quite processing what was going on, “What did you just call me-”
“I was your student,” the boy interrupted, an amused grin spread across his face, “I was in your Physics class 2 years ago, sensei .”
Gojo shuddered at the honorific. He stepped closer to the boy in front of him, inspecting his face closely as he tried to rack his brain. Then it hit him.
“Yuuji-kun?”
“That’s right!” the boy, Yuuji, clapped delightedly. There was this innocent joy in the shine of his eyes when he did. But then Yuuji turned and feigned a pout, “Not fair, sensei. I thought I was your favorite.”
Gojo’s brain was still loading the newly acquired information when Yuuji leaned in on his tiptoes, his breath ghosting the shell of the man’s ears, voice low and syrupy sweet. “‘Cause you’re my favorite, sensei.”
Strong fingers pushed at Gojo’s shoulders until he fell back on the cushion, and immediately Yuuji pounced on him like a fox to its prey.
The fabric of Yuuji’s slacks stretched deliciously as his thighs moved to straddle Gojo, pinning him against the sofa.
“Yuuji-kun,” the man managed, “maybe we should-”
“Sensei,” the boy whined as he grabbed hold of Gojo’s hands, then placed them on the arch of his back, giggling a bit as he felt the older man immediately melting into the touch, “Isn’t this what you came for?”
And at that, with the soft touch of Yuuji’s skin against his palms, the intoxicating scent of Yuuji invading his senses, and the sinful whispers the boy was pouring into his ears, Gojo Satoru decided it was to hell with logic and morals.
He squeezed the supple flesh of Yuuji’s ass between his hands, kneading it as Yuuji arched into the touch, his breath picking up.
“Normally, it’s a strict no touching policy,” Yuuji explained as he unbuttoned his shirt, “but I’ll make an exception for sensei.”
Gojo, now perfectly comfortable with the little act the boy was indulging, chuckled.
“Good boy,” his hands traveled up Yuuji’s sides, enjoying the feel of his skin as if proving a point, “I know you’re my favorite for a reason.”
“Mmhmm,” Yuuji let out a whiny moan as the man’s fingers explored the muscles of his burning abdomen, “I have a confession to make, sensei.”
“Go ahead, my sweet Yuuji,” Gojo smirked as he leaned in to kiss the collar bone of the boy’s exposed neck, his tongue flicking out to get a taste, “you know I always reward good, obedient boys for being honest.”
The pinkhead preened at the praise, eagerly pressing his body flushed to the man on the sofa, pink, trembling lips a hair’s breadth away from the older’s ears.
“I’ve always fantasized about being fucked by sensei in the classroom.”
The faint whisper ignited the burning heat that was bubbling up inside Gojo. Then Yuuji pressed on.
“I wanted suck your cock under the desk,” the boy confessed while grinding down to the hardening bulge under him, “let you fuck my throat while you’re talking to other students.”
Something animalistic seemed to take over the man as his hand surged up and pulled on Yuuji’s soft, pink hair. The boy whimpered, but his face was telling Gojo that he’s absolutely enjoying it.
“Who would’ve thought,” he chuckled, licking wetly at the line of the younger’s jaw, “that my sweet Yuuji turned out to be such a dirty . little . slut.”
Gojo punctuated each of his words by grinding his own throbbing length into the boy. Yuuji squeezed his eyes shut as he met the man’s movement halfway.
“Mhhh..ahh, yes,” he nodded fervently, “I’ve always wanted to be sensei’s...hhhngg… little cockslut.”
“I bet you would enjoy it, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo ripped the rest of the buttons of Yuuji’s shirt as his tongue latched on to the pierced nipples. Yuuji cried out as his sensitive buds were teased relentlessly by the man’s skillful fingers and tongue. “I bet you would enjoy warming my cock in your mouth under the desk, hmmm?”
“Ohmm..yes..fuck, Gojo-sensei, yes, so much.” Yuuji continued to nod, the pupil of his eyes blown wide in arousal, “anything for you.”
“Or would you like me to bend you over in my office,” Gojo teased the boy’s nipple between his teeth, “and fuck you sloppily like the slut that you are.”
“Yes…aahhmm, please sensei,” Yuuji was almost delirious with the way he’s grinding onto Gojo while whimpered, soft pleas spilled out of his sinful lips, “I’ll be so good for you.”
“Oh Yuuji-kun,” the man cooed, taking off Yuuji’s shirt completely as he placed a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder, “you’re already such a good boy for me.”
Yuuji looked at him with sparkles in his eyes.
“Am I really, sensei??” he nagged, licking at Gojo’s neck like an excited puppy, “do I get a reward?”
“You sure earned your reward, Yuuji-kun,” his hands traversed the heated, damp skin, “tell me what you want, baby doll.”
“Can I suck your cock, sensei?” the boy asked, almost too eagerly. Then he added shyly, “I wanna know how you taste.”
Gojo almost let out a moan at how adorable this slutty boy is. He instead chuckled low in his throat, “Go ahead, Yuuji-kun.”
The boy took no time to slide down from his position atop Gojo’s lap to kneeling on the carpeted floor. He looked up at the man sultrily through his lashes as he leaned down to catch the zipper of Gojo’s pants between his teeth, never once breaking eye contact.
The man let out a groan as his cock was released from the confines of his clothes. Yuuji, with his eyes never leaving Gojo’s for a moment, dragged his tongue from the base across the entire length, before placing a wet, sloppy kiss at the tip.
The boy was the definition of sinful, and Gojo couldn’t wait to sink his cock deep inside him.
Yuuji worked eagerly at the man’s cock, combining his fingers and tongue to pleasure Gojo. Yuuji’s spit mixed with his precum made for a filthy, squelching noise as it reverberated across the room.
Once he was satisfied with licking Gojo's cock like a popsicle, Yuuji swallowed him whole, taking the man deep inside his throat.
Gojo grunted in surprise, then groaned throatily as he felt the hot inside of Yuuji’s throat constricting around him. Before he could collect himself, Yuuji grabbed his hand and placed it on his cherry blossom hair.
“Oh?” the man understood immediately, “could it be that you want me to fuck your throat, Yuuji-kun?”
The boy moaned around his cock, sending delicious vibration across his body.
“You want me to use you like a toy, hmmm?”
Before the boy could reply, Gojo pushed his head down, down, down until the bridge of his nose touched the man’s pubis. He groaned hungrily at the sweet pressure of Yuuji’s throat constricting and relaxing, trying its best to accommodate his size.
“You look so pretty around my cock, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo cooed, wiping a tear from the corner of Yuuji’s eye, “tap my thigh if it gets too much for you, ne?”
Yuuji nodded subtly before Gojo began pistoning in and out of his throat. He pulled Yuuji by his hair and slammed the boy back down on his cock, his movement faster and harder as the boy’s cries reached a crescendo.
Lost in pleasure, Yuuji began rutting into the man’s leg, seeking his own relief. The harder Gojo fucked his throat, the more desperate his movement was.
“Look at you, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo teased, “humping my leg like a bitch in heat. Does sucking my cock feel that good, hmm?”
Yuuji moaned, too delirious to form an answer, his lashes wet with unshed tears. The boy was an absolute wreck and Gojo wanted to break him even more.
“Fuck,” he felt himself losing control as he came closer and closer to orgasmic pleasure, his hip chasing its own release, “fuck, Yuuji-kun, so fucking good for me.”
With a grunt, he came deep into Yuuji’s throat. Hot, thick cum filled his mouth as the boy moaned in pleasure, eyes rolled back as he tasted Gojo’s seeds on his tongue.
“So beautiful like this, Yuuji,” he breathed, spent from an orgasm of his life, “such a good slut.”
Yuuji looked so proud of himself as he swallowed the cum with an audible gulp before using his finger to swipe up any drops that had leaked out of the corner of his mouth,
“Sensei’s cum is so tasty,” he crooned, lapping up the remaining fluid on Gojo’s spent cock like a well-mannered kitten, “I could get addicted.”
Gojo placed a gentle finger on the boy’s cheek, caressing lightly before pulling him up by the shoulder to claim his lips. He kissed Yuuji hungrily, sucking and biting and licking deep into the heat of the younger’s mouth, tasting himself on Yuuji’s tongue.
Yuuji whined into the kiss. Gojo’s hand traveled down to his crotch, feeling the warm, wet patch at the front of his slacks.
“Oh? What’s this, Yuuji-kun?” the man pulled away, hand pressing down as Yuuji’s cheeks flared, “did you cum from sucking my cock?”
“I-” the boy stuttered, “I didn’t m-”
“What a naughty boy, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo tutted, “cumming without permission and lying to me about it?”
Yuuji looked up at him, wide eyes pleading, “Seisen-”
“Seems like you’re in need of a lesson from me, hmm?”
The man turned and placed Yuuji onto the sofa, pushing him down until the boy was lying obediently on his back. As soon as Yuuji lay down, Gojo tugged at the button of his slacks and slipped those off immediately.
The sinful sight that greeted Gojo almost made him moan aloud, his cock twitching in interest: underneath the form fitting black slacks, Yuuji was wearing pink lace panties that barely covered his own dick. The sheer nature of the pale fabric, now soiled with the boy’s own cum, made for a completely see-through garment, but somehow even more lewd than if Yuuji was laid bare.
Gojo wiped a finger across the fabric, feeling the sticky dampness on the tip of his index finger before licking it up like frosting on a cake.
“What a mess, Yuuji-kun,” he shook his head lightly, feigning disapproval, “but if you beg prettily, maybe sensei will help you clean it up.”
Yuuji smirked from his place on the cushion, lifting his legs and spreading them wide to grant Gojo access to his most intimate parts.
“Please, Gojo-sensei,” he whined through pouty lips. Gojo wanted to kiss that cheeky pout off of him.
“Please, what, Yuuji?” he gripped the soft flesh of Yuuji’s inner thighs, caressing and squeezing with the right pressure that made the boy’s breath hitch.
“Please clean up the mess I made,” Yuuji had the nerve to blush , “when I was humping my teacher’s leg and sucking him off.”
The man let out an animalistic growl as he spread Yuuji’s legs and dove in. He licked, sucked, and bit the sensitive skin where the boy’s thighs meet his crotch, taking in the heady scent of his young lover. Then Gojo dragged his tongue over the damp spot of the boy’s panties, sucking and lapping up cum but never touching his cock directly. The man took his sweet time enjoying the taste of his former student, letting the warmth of his breath and spit drive Yuuji insane.
The boy balled his fists as he resisted thrusting and grinding into Gojo’s tongue to relieve himself. Yuuji knew that would spell more trouble for him than it was worth, so he opted for breathy moans and whimpering pleas.
“Hnnng…sensei, please…eat me more…. Your tongue feels so good.”
“Will you be a good boy for me, Yuuji-kun?”
“Yes!” he almost screamed as the man took the tip of his cock between his lips, “yes yes yes, sensei, I’ll be the best for you.”
The man placed a kiss on Yuuji’s cock through the panties and pulled away.
“Get on your knees and present yourself for me, baby,” he ordered, voice stern but gentle.
Yuuji felt his stomach tingle. He eagerly shot up from his back, turning around slowly as he made a show of pulling his panties down and arching his backside to present it like the man had instructed.
Firm hands slapped at his, “Leave those on, Yuuji-kun.”
“Yes, sensei,” the boy nodded and unhooked his fingers from the lacey strap of his undergarment, instead inching his hands further down to spread his ass cheeks, all for the older man’s viewing.
“Good boy, Yuuji-kun” Gojo breathed at the delectable sight in front of him: the stretch of Yuuji’s panties on the curve of his ass, the beautiful arch of his back, his fluttering hole just barely visible behind the silky strap, “keep spreading yourself for me, love.”
Before he could register Yuuji’s reply, Gojo pulled the panties aside and latched his tongue onto the wet heat of Yuuji’s hole. The boy keened loudly, immediately moving his hips to seek more pleasure.
Without stopping his movement for a single moment, Gojo spanked the disobedient boy on the cleft of his ass, the sound of flesh on flesh reverberating loudly across the room.
“Stay still now, sensei is trying to help you” he rubbed the reddened skin, pain melting into pleasure as Yuuji moaned incoherently, babbling his hurried apologies.
Gojo’s tongue was now prodding at his entrance, stretching and opening him up in just the right way. The heat of the man’s mouth, tongue and spit so deep inside was driving Yuuji insane. He spread his ass cheeks impossibly wider, inviting the man to devour him whole.
“Hnnng…so- haaahng… sorry sens- auuung… fuck .”
Another spank on his ass.
“How dare you suck my cock with that mouth, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo tutted, hot breath fanning against the oversensitized skin of Yuuji’s hole. He can feel the older man’s smirk against his ass.
The whitehaired man continued his administration of the increasingly delirious Yuuji, whose face was now a mess of tears and drool and pleasure. The boy could feel the whines escaping his lips but could not for the life of him register what they meant. His insides were so hot it felt as if he’d been set on fire.
“S-sensei… please…” he managed, voice hoarse and out of breath.
Gojo made an obnoxious slurping sound as he pulled away from the fluttering hole, smirking still. Yuuji almost whined from the sudden empty feeling.
“Please, what, Yuuji-kun?”
“I’m already…hnnng… stretched… Please…fu-fuck me, sensei, please. ”
Embarrassed with the slutty way he sounded, Yuuji hid his face under his fingers, his entire body blushing, down to his perky nipples and abdomen.
The man slid a finger down the inside of his thighs, rubbing the eager entrance of Yuuji’s hole ever so slightly as he looked at the boy quizzically.
“Hmmm? Stretched? What are you talking about Yuuji-kun?” the man asked innocently, the tip of his fingers still teasing the opening as Yuuji tried his hardest not to sink himself into the thick digit, “Didn’t I say I’m just gonna help you clean you up?”
Yuuji turned to look at him, amber eyes shined with tears and ruby lips swollen from their kiss. “Please, Gojo-sensei? Haven’t I been a good boy for you?” he pouted , “make me feel good? Pretty please?”
Fuck .
Gojo cursed inwardly. He initially planned to tease the boy for much longer, maybe making him cum from his tongue a second time before fucking him. But with the way Yuuji was begging so obediently while arching his back and spreading his hole was too much for his self-restraint.
He brought his other hand to stroke at the boy’s face. Yuuji immediately suckled his thumb like a lollipop, blinking at him through tear-stained lashes.
“Look at you,” the man breathed, “how could I say no.”
The boy giggled, moving his ass eagerly as he raised his hips higher.
“No,” Gojo swatted at his thighs, “I want to look at my good little slut being fucked on my cock. On your back now, Yuuji-kun.”
Once the boy was deemed comfortable on his back, with a pillow tucked just under his waist, Gojo sat back on his heels and stroked his own cock to full erection, enjoying the lustful body of his lover.
Yuuji was looking at him impatiently, body tight in anticipation.
“Relax, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo smiled as he pulled Yuuji’s panties to the side and rubbed the boy’s hole with the tip of his cock, smearing lube and precum, “I want you to enjoy it.”
Yuuji nodded, muscles going lax as Gojo drove his hips forward, sinking into the tight, wet heat at an excruciatingly slow pace. The boy was still incredibly tight, and it took every shred of Gojo’s self-restraint not to slam in and fuck him to oblivion.
They both let out a guttural groan as Gojo was fully sheathed inside of Yuuji. He could feel the boy’s inner walls stretching to accommodate him, hot and wet and squelching.
Once Yuuji tapped his arm, letting him know it’s okay to move, Gojo began thrusting. The boy’s tight hole was gripping on his cock, the slide of skin on skin felt heavenly.
“ God , Gojo-sensei,” Yuuji choked, “harder, please, aaaangh… harder-”
Driven by the younger’s pretty begs, Gojo picked up the pace, hips slamming deep inside Yuuji while his grip on the boy’s waist kept him still. The slaps of skin mixed with the obscene sound of their sex filled the room. Yuuji willed his gaze to something, anything other than the lustful eyes of the older man as he drove deep inside him. It was all too much, too overwhelming.
“Eyes on me, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo ordered, “don’t you dare look away for one second, or else I’ll stop.”
Yuuji let out a desperate whine, returning his eyes to stare at Gojo’s cerulean blues. They were breath-taking. The boy felt his breath hitched.
“Sensei….ahnnn… so deep… so full inside,” he hiccuped.
Gojo never relented. He lifted Yuuji’s strong legs and hooked them on his shoulders, folding the younger body in half before fucking him again, reaching much much deeper this time.
Yuuji was reduced to a babbling mess of yes sensei and fuck you feel so good. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth as drool leaked from the corner of his lips, unseeing ires blown wide with lust. The boy latched his hands onto Gojo’s sweaty biceps, nails digging into the pale skin, leaving long streaks of angry red as he writhed in pleasure.
The manic state of his lover drove Gojo even wilder, each thrust of his hips bringing both of them closer and closer to release. With the way Yuuji’s wet, slutty hole was sucking on his cock, and the obscene, dirty words that were spilling out of the boy’s mouth, he felt an orgasm building up in his lower abdomen.
“I’m close, Yuuji-kun,” he grunted, “ fuck .”
“Inside,” the boy breathed, “please…wanna feel sensei’s cum filling me up.”
“What a slut,” Gojo chuckled, his composure cracking as his release was near, “now be a good boy come for me, Yuuji.”
The effect of the praise crashed over Yuuji like a final drop that sent him over. He dug his nails into the man’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood as thick, white cum spurted from his cock, completely untouched. Inside him, he could feel the veins of Gojo’s cock twitching as his walls tightened.
He heard Gojo moaning into his ears, then the telltale sign of his lover’s climax as the older man came deep inside of him. Hot liquid filled his insides, overflowing his hole and leaking down his thighs as Gojo pulled out his cock.
The man spent a few moments admiring the results of both of their climax on each other’s body. Their bellies were sticky with Yuuji’s cum, while the younger’s hole was gaping, leaking with his seeds.
Yuuji whined as he felt the cum spilling from his hole. He pointed a weak finger at the tray on the table, where Gojo immediately spotted a pink jewel buttplug.
“Oh?” the man raised an eyebrow, “You want me to plug all my cum inside your sloppy hole now, Yuuji-kun?”
The boy nodded fervently, fingers now smearing and licking up his own cum on his belly.
“God I fucking love you like this.”
He grabbed the plug and pushed it inside Yuuji. The smooth glass slide in without any trouble. His young lover moaned at the stretch in his sensitive hole then collapsed, completely exhausted.
Gojo smiled at the boy under him, then walked over to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back with a warm towel, Yuuji was already sitting up with a wince.
“You ruined my new pair of panties, sensei,” he sulked, “I got that one just yesterday.”
“I’ll get you ten more,” the man laughed airily, turning Yuuji to face him as he cleaned the younger up with the towel, “‘cause I know how lovely you look in them.”
Yuuji’s cheeks matched the color of his hair. It was adorable.
“Umm,” the boy looked down sheepishly, as if he didn’t have a plug in his ass keeping the man’s cum from spilling out of him right this moment, “does that mean I’m gonna see you again, sensei?”
“See me again?” Gojo echoed, cocking his head to the side, “I’m gonna make sure I become your exclusive partner, Cherry Blossom ,”
“Exclusive?” Yuuji stared at him, eyes wide with surprise and wonder, “does that mean…?”
“Yep,” the man singsonged.
“You’re asking me to be your boyfriend?” / “I’m gonna book all of your sessions, all the time,” they both spoke in unison.
“Oh,” they said, again, in unison.
Yuuji looked confused, “Huh?”
“Oh yeah, that could work too, I forgot.”
There was a moment of silence, then Yuuji fell on his back laughing.
“You mean to tell me,” he managed between fits of laughter, “that you thought of paying a stupid load of money to buy my time before asking me to be your boyfriend, which is free by the way.”
The man facepalmed himself, then began to shake with his own laughter.
“Sorry Yuuji-kun,” he wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulder, which the younger immediately cuddled into, “must have ejaculated all of my brain cells inside of you.”
“Gross,” Yuuji scrunched up his face and laughed, voice light and airy.
Gojo leaned down to place a kiss on Yuuji’s forehead, still damp with sweat when his phone dinged with the notification of a text message.
From Nanami Kento
You did WHAT with Itadori Yuuji?
10:18 PM
He pretended he didn’t see it.