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It's a chilly, friday morning in late October when Gojo hears about the first murder. He's sitting in the living room of the house he lives in with his two roommates when the breaking news cuts into the random morning show he had been vaguely watching. Despite lack of attention to the previous show, Gojo becomes more alert after hearing the first few seconds of the story. Last night, a girl and her boyfriend who were students of Jujutsu Tech University had been brutally murdered at her parents house. Police say no evidence of the killer had been found at the crime scene, and if anyone had any information, to contact the police department immediately.
“Are you guys seeing this,” Gojo asks his roommates without looking at them. The two roommates milling around the kitchen pause and look at the tv screen.
“I read something about it earlier. The police don’t have any leads, and even though it's not supposed to be known, it was apparently pretty gruesome,” Shoko says, turning her attention back to the coffee maker.
“I wonder what campus will be like today,” Gojo thinks out loud.
“Well, if you don’t go get ready we’re leaving without you and you’ll never find out,” Nanami mutters into his coffee mug.
“No need to be mean this morning, Nanami. I’m good to go whenever you guys are, I’m always ready to be seen.”
It takes five minutes for the trio to get their stuff together and head out the door. The drive to school is filled with music and bored discussions about classes for the day. It takes ten minutes to get to campus, but only eight minutes to start seeing the lines of news vans and police cars lining the roads to campus. Reporters are out and about following students trying to get to classes, most likely asking if they knew the victims in any way and if they had any insider knowledge of the situation. With the campus buzzing with attention, finding a parking spot is a lot harder than it should have been. After spending an additional ten minutes finding somewhere to park, the group starts making their way across campus to their respective classes. Eventually, the trio reaches the point in which they have to split off from each other, stopping for a moment to say their goodbyes.
“Don’t forget, we’ve got to set up for the halloween party tonight after class,” Gojo says, turning and walking away class, not bothering to wait for a response
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“Wait, so you’re telling me, you guys are still throwing a party tonight?”
“Megumi, this is the only time of the year it’s acceptable to dress up like a slut and party,” Gojo whines.
“You do that every weekend, there’s absolutely nothing special about this one. I think you can go a weekend without hooking up with strangers, you heathen.”
“Think about it this way, Megumi-chan. There may be a psycho killer out and about, so what better way to be protected then in a large group? It’s always the ones who go somewhere by themselves that get in trouble. So this party is a form of protection, we'll be in a big group keeping safe while the cops hopefully track down the killer.”
Megumi huffs and looks away from Gojo, going back to the worksheet the professor had handed out for the class to do to prepare for the midterm. “You’re just horny.”
“And you could be too, Megumi. I know Itadori’s still coming, and I know what scandalous halloween costume he’s wearing,” Gojo says slyly while batting his eyelashes
“Fine, I’ll come to the stupid party.” Megumi sighs. “If only so I can watch you get black out and make a fool of yourself.”
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It’s about 22:30 when the party is finally in full swing. The rowdy group of college kids eager to drink and forget their upcoming midterms, as well as the tragic deaths of two of their fellow students. The lights in the living room had been swapped out with black lights, illuminating the beer pong table, and other decorations, in a bright neon glow. Throughout the living room people are spread out in various stages of undress, whether that was intended with the costume originally or the rising temperature in the room had caused some to start shedding layers in hopes of cooling off a tiny bit. Music blares loudly from the tv speakers, while the album of the song currently playing shows on the tv screen.
Gojo makes his way through the crowd on his way towards the kitchen, swaying his hips and moving his head to the beat of the song currently playing. One arm is raised slightly above his head, holding a solo cup, so none of the dancing bodies knock into the cup and make him spill it on someone, or worse, himself. The white haired man is currently clad in a black bustier with matching black booty shorts, along with black heeled boots. On top of his heading, bringing the outfit together, is a pair of white, lace, bunny ears.
Finally able to push past the dancing bodies, Gojo enters the kitchen and walks over to the kitchen island where all the alcohol and mixers are lined up. Throwing back the rest of his drink, he starts to make himself another vodka cranberry which ends up being mostly vodka.
“I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that.”
“Well hello to you too, Megumi. And don’t think you have the high ground tonight. I saw the dumb look you got on your face when Itadori walked in,” Gojo smirks, leaning back against the counter top and taking a sip of his new drink.
Megumi blushes and looks away from Gojo for a moment. “I knew he was going as something historical, but I didn’t realize it was going to be a half naked gladiator. Everyone was just as shocked when he walked in.”
“No they weren’t, because over half the people here are also half naked. Anyway, Megumi, what are you doing standing here talking to me, go flirt with him! Or better yet, go home with him!”
“Idiot, not all of us are horny all the time like you. And I have been talking with him, and he’s why I’m talking to you now instead of him. I said I was going to get another drink and he asked if I could grab him another beer. I went to grab one but there’s no beer left in the cooler.”
“Okay… then go out to the garage and grab one?”
Megumi forcefully exhales through his nose. “I did that, but I figured a host may want to keep the alcohol for the party stocked up for people. And this is not my party so like hell I’m restocking anything.”
“You know, Megumi, you’re very rude to someone who took you under their wing and taught you everything they know. Don’t you remember when you thought it was so cool you were friends with an upperclassman.”
“I never thought it was cool. And you didn’t teach me anything, you annoy me constantly,.” With that, Megumi turns and makes his way back out into the living room.
“Children are so rude these days,” Gojo mutters to himself. Taking the last sip of his drink he’d been slowly chugging during the conversation, Gojo heads towards the door leading out to the garage.
Flicking the light switch on the wall, Gojo opens the door and steps out into the slightly chilly garage. The single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickers a few times before settling and casting a dim glow across the garage. The bulb barely illuminates the single car right in front of the steps leading into the garage. On the wall across from the door Gojo just emerged from, is an old fridge and freezer humming softly. To the right of the fridge is an old worn out couch and a lawn chair the trio sit at sometimes to smoke. Making his way around the car and towards the fridge, Gojo’s thoughts are preoccupied thinking about the different men at the party, and if any of them are worth putting out for. Sure there’s a pretty good looking guy in the, well, Gojo doesn’t really know what the costume is supposed to be. Just that the guy is shirtless and has a decent looking body. However, no one really seems to be grabbing Gojo’s attention tonight.
Preoccupied in thought, and with his head stuck in the fridge, rummaging around for a few cases of beer, Gojo doesn’t notice the dark figure making its way around the car towards him. Taking a few moments to decide whether he wants to treat his guest to some good beer, or just bring back in more cheap stuff, Gojo eventually decides that they have more of the cheap beer so that’s what they’ll drink. Grabbing a six pack in each hand, Gojo closes the door with his hip, and turns to start making his way back into the house. Not realizing someone had snuck up on him, Gojo almost smacks into the figure that is now standing right infront him.
“Jesus, you scared me. I know there’s no beer left inside, I’m bringing more in now.”
Silence is all that greets Gojo, the mysterious person not sounding any acknowledgement of his statement. In that moment of silence, while waiting to see if the figure will respond at all, he takes a quick intake of what the person is wearing. The person is wearing a black covering of sorts, and a scream mask. Light specks of red that Gojo assumes is paint coat one side of the mask.
“So… can you move to the side so I can bring this inside?”
The figure slowly shakes their head, taking a step closer to Gojo. The move has Gojo taking a step back, the heel of a boot hitting one of the legs of the couch.
“Kind of a dark costume to be wearing considering what happened last night, don’t you think?”
Again the figure doesn’t make a sound, but instead gives a slight shrug of their shoulders.
“Oh, I see,” Gojo says, turning to put the two cases of beer on top of the fridge. “You want to play psycho killer. Okay, let’s see…”
After setting down the beer, Gojo turns back to the mysterious person and puts on the best puppy dog eyes he can.
“No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface,” he says, putting his hand on the person's chest. “I wanna be in the sequel!”
This close to the figure, Gojo thinks he can almost hear the person take in a deep, shuddering breath at his words. Gojo takes a final, tiny step forward so their bodies are just barely touching. He slowly slides his hands up the other man's chest, which Gojo makes a mental note of that it feels very firm, and circles his arms around the others neck.
“Can I see your real face now, Mr. Ghostface? I can beg some more if you want, I can be pretty good at it.”
Gojo doesn’t receive a response to his question, so he slowly begins moving his hands from the back of the man's neck to the bottom of the mask. Once his hands reach their target, he waits a moment to see if the other will do anything. After a moment of hesitation, and no movements to try and stop him, Gojo slowly takes off the mask. After finally getting the mask off, Gojo takes a quick breath at the sight before him. The mysterious man is absolutely gorgeous. Long, black hair is half up in a bun with the rest cascading over his shoulders and upper back. The man has a sharp face with a strong jawline, and is staring straight at Gojo, taking in every minute change in expression.
A few seconds pass by in complete silence, neither moving an inch either. Eventually, a subtle smirk begins to appear on the black haired males face. Cocking his head to the side a bit, he gives Gojo a very obvious once over, letting his eyes linger at places.
Gojo notices the other observing him and snaps back to himself. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, I think you like the view just as much.”
Gojo’s mind goes blank for a second at finally hearing the man's voice. Oh, Gojo would give anything to hear this man dirty talk to him all night. Even thinks he’s weak enough to come from just that.
“Does this mean you’ll tell me your name? Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Ghostface suits you, but it’s kinda a mouthful to moan.”
“And how would you know?”
“I’m hoping to find out.”
Silence follows after that last remark, and after a few moments Gojo begins to think he read the situation wrong, and is beginning to work up an apology when the others voice interrupts his thoughts.
“Getou. My name's Getou.”
“Nice to meet you, Getou. I’m Gojo.”
“Oh, I know.”
Before Gojo can ask how the other knows his name, because he’s positive he’s never met this man before, he would remember someone as hot as him, Getou wraps an arm around Gojos waist and pulls him flush against him. With his other hand he grabs the back of his head, fingers tangling in white hair, and kisses him hard. Caught off guard for only a moment, Gojo eagerly reciprocates the kiss. The kiss is heated and passionate right from the start. No fight for dominance is needed, Getou clearly has the upper hand and Gojo is all too happy to give it to him. Gojo wraps his arms around Getou's shoulders, fingers finding their way into black hair and lightly scratching the other's scalp. The arm around Gojo’s waist slides down lower, his hand roughly grabbing onto the other's ass like a lifeline. Gojo moans into the kiss, instinctively bucking his hips into the others, which just makes him moan again. Gojo can feel himself starting to get hard, and the fact he can feel Getou also getting hard causes his dick to start filling out even more.
Gojo pulls away from the kiss for a moment to suck in a breath. He can feel Getou’s hardness against his getting bigger, and he can’t stop imagining all the things he wants the other to do to him. Using the opportunity, Getou begins kissing along Gojo’s jaw, slowly working his way down to his neck. Once there, he begins sucking and biting hickey after hickey into the skin. Usually Gojo wouldn’t allow so many hickeys where they can’t be covered, but something about this man sucking on his skin has him completely blissed out. Getou’s other hand makes its way to Gojo’s ass, and with the new grip, proceeds to rock and grind Gojo against his clothed cock.
“Fuck, baby, you’re making me so hard,” Getou groans into his neck.
Gojo lets out a soft whine at the nickname, and the praise causes his cock to give a little twitch.
“You like that, huh? Want me to call you baby? Want me fuck you until you’re crying on my dick? I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, gonna ruin any other dick for you after tonight.”
“Fuck, yes, I want that, please!”
Next thing Gojo knows, he’s on his back on the couch, Getou hovering over him for a second before kissing him again. One hand roams up and down Gojo’s body why his other hand grips the armrest of the couch to keep him slightly propped up. The hand roaming up and down Gojo’s body finally settles on the clasps of the bustier, deft fingers undoing the buckles and starting to expose Gojos chest. Once all the clasps are undone and the top is opened up, revealing Gojo’s chest and stomach, Getou slips the material out from under him and throws it somewhere off to his side. Immediately he latches onto Gojo’s chest, sucking more hickeys across the pale skin. The contrast is extremely visible, even under the dull light from up above. Gojo’s hands find their way back into black hair, and immediately fails to hold back a loud moan as Getou attaches his lips to one of Gojo’s nipples, his hand going to the other. Getou’s tongue plays with the bud before lightly biting down on it and tugging. His fingers on the other mimic the movement of his tongue, rolling the rosey bud in between his fingers before lightly pinching and pulling at it.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Gojo breaths out. One of his hands leaves Getou’s hair to move and rest on top of his own. The new position knocks the bunny ears on top of his head, but not enough for them to fall off.
“I’m gonna make you feel so much better,” Getou says, taking his mouth off of Gojo’s nipple and looking up at him.
Before Gojo can respond, Getou slips his fingers under the waistband of Gojo’s shorts and with a quick yank, pulls them down and off of Gojo’s legs. Getou lets out a whistle at the view before him, and the shorts follow the top into a random part of the garage. Taking in the view before him, Getou can’t help but to smirk at the slight blush starting to make its way over Gojo’s body. The other had neglected to wear any sort of underwear under the shorts, leaving him completely exposed on the couch for the other to stare. His hard cock rests against his stomach now, leaking a small amount of pre onto his skin. Getou can’t resist running a finger through it and scoping it up. He brings the finger up to Gojo’s mouth, who immediately wraps his lips around the finger.
Gojo sucks on the finger, imagining it’s something much larger that’s attached to the man above him. He can’t help but to blush a bit at the thought, his heart rate picking up. They’ve barely done anything and he’s acting like a blushing virgin in front of this stranger. Ignoring the thought, Gojo swirls his tongue around the finger, making sure to graze his teeth along the digit as it’s pulled from his mouth. The two stare at each other, just breathing for a few moments. After a few seconds, Getou begins kissing his way down Gojo’s body. Once he reaches his cock, Gojo holds his breath in anticipation of what's to come. Instead, Getou makes his way around the area to his thigh, sucking bruises into the flesh there. He makes quick work of the area, biting and sucking everything in his reach. Soon he moves to the other thigh, doing the exact same thing to the skin there.
“Come on, quit teasing,” Gojo manages to get out through the moans he’s been holding back. He never realized how sensitive the insides of his thighs were, and they’re beginning to shake in the bent position he has them in.
“I’ve been waiting for you to start begging, you told me you were so good at it,” says the other man, predatory eyes gazing up at Gojo.
“If you want me to beg, all you had to do was ask.” Gojo inhales before letting out a deep exhale and looking down at Getou. “Please, Mr. Ghostface, I’ve been good, haven’t I? I’m all laid out for you, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. So please, touch me, fuck me, do something.”
“God, baby, you’re gonna kill me.”
Gojo expects warm lips to wrap around his cock, or at least a hand to find its way there. What he doesn’t expect is to have his legs hastily thrown over the other man's shoulders, and to feel a tongue lick a slow stripe over his hole. Gojo throws his head back with a groan, hands twisting into Getou’s hair, and legs involuntarily trying to clench together. Getou runs his hands up the back of Gojo’s thighs before grabbing and spreading them. Grip locked tight to hold them in place and keep Gojo still.
Gojo mewls as the tongue swipes over his hole again, before dipping slightly inside. A hand flies out of Getou’s hair, shooting up to cover his mouth, with the hope of keeping some of the embarrassing noises he knows he's making from coming out. Getou’s tongue takes one more swipe before fully plunging into Gojo’s hole. Gojo feels like he’s on cloud nine, the way Getous is eating him out has him seeing stars. He can feel the saliva from Getou’s mouth slowly making his rim wet, and can feel it dripping down. The in and out motion of his tongue makes Gojo even more antsy to have him finally fuck him. However, Getou takes his time. Alternating between thrusting his tongue in and out, to curling it around inside of Gojo, making him wet from just his tongue.
Gojo’s got his eyes closed, too distracted in pleasure to notice fingers prodding at his lips. Eventually he comes to his senses enough to realize those fingers are trying to get inside his mouth. Groaning when he realizes why, Gojo sucks on the three fingers with as much enthusiasm as he can. Making sure to coat the digits in as much saliva as he can, twirling his tongue around each finger. After doing a thorough job getting them wet, the hand retreats from his mouth, but not before Gojo bites one of them in weak retaliation for all the bites and hickeys he received.
With one final suck on his rim, Getou pulls away from Gojo’s hole, sitting back on his heels between Gojo’s spread legs. He takes one of the fingers that was just in Gojo’s mouth and circles his entrance a few times. Gojo has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Finally, he thinks to himself. He can’t wait to get this guy's dick in him. If he fucks like anything else he’s done to Gojo tonight, he knows he’s probably going to have a hard time walking tomorrow. Without any warning, Getou sinks a first finger all the way into Gojo.
“Shit,” Gojo breathes.
“You’re so wet, baby, and not just here. Look at you, leaking all over yourself. You really are a slut huh, sleeping with just about anyone.”
At the words, and the feeling of Getou’s finger slowly pushing in and out, Gojo feels like he’s got the air punched out of his lungs. While what Getou said is technically true, after tonight Gojo wouldn’t mind never sleeping with anyone else but him again. “But I’m your slut now.”
“That’s right, you’re my good little slut now. You can only spread your legs for me,” and with that, Getou pulls his finger out, only to add a second and slide both into Gojo.
While there wasn’t much resistance with the first finger due to Getou’s tongue, two fingers cause a slight stretch. Not enough pain for Gojo to wince, but a slight burn, due to only being aided with saliva, that cuts through the pleasure a tiny bit. Eventually the slight pain gives way to just pleasure as Getou continues to finger him. Alternating between scissoring his fingers and thrusting in and out. After a minute Getou starts to curl his fingers on each thrust in, looking for that spot he knows will have Gojo coming undone. It doesn’t take long for Getou to find that spot, and he’s rewarded with a high pitched moan from Gojo when his finger tips graze it. Getou begins to abuse that spot, rubbing his fingers over it again and again. Loving the way Gojo moans grow in frequency, how his head thrashes to the side to bury into the cushion and how his legs begin to shake.
“That’s it baby, let me hear you. How loud do you think I have to get you before the others inside start to hear your moans?”
Gojo can’t help but let out a loud moan at the thought of the other partygoers hearing them. Turned on beyond belief at the thought, Gojo barely notices Getou slipping in a third finger besides the other two, caught up in the pleasure of his prostate being continuously stimulated. Getou’s fingers continue to expertly massage Gojo’s prostate, and soon enough, the man can feel his body tensing up, his orgasm quickly approaching.
“Wait, wait, you gotta stop. I’m gonna come,” Gojo slurs out, trying to push Getou’s hand away.
“I think you can come again baby,” Getou says, ignoring the other.
“No, no, no. I want to come with you inside of me. Please, I want to feel you… I want to see you too.”
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
And with that, Getou slowly takes his fingers out of Gojo, who lets out a whimper at the feeling. His hole clenching down on the retreating fingers, trying to keep them in place. Getou lets out a chuckle before standing up and begging to strip off the rest of the costume. Underneath, Getou is wearing a tight black short sleeve that shows off his physique, along with a pair of black pants. The man makes quick work of stripping that off too, until he’s left with nothing else on.
Gojo can’t help but sit up slightly and stare at the expanse of skin before him. Getou is just as muscular as Gojo had felt earlier, but not overly so. More in a realistic way that comes from years of hard work and life, not someone living at a gym 24/7 trying to get ripped. The real thing Gojo immediately needs to look at is hanging hot and heavy between Getou’s thighs. Gojo stares at the other man's cock, mouth slightly salivating at the thought of getting that into him, it didn’t matter how or where.
Getou notices his staring and can't help but give a slight smirk, enjoying the confidence boost the other is giving him. Not that he needs it or anything, but it's nice to be gawked at sometimes. Getou takes a few steps towards Gojo, before reaching out a hand to cup his jaw.
“Like what you see?”
All Gojo can do is look up at the man and nod in response.
Getou makes his way to sit down on the couch where Gojo’s legs are. The black haired male picking up the other's legs so he can sit down. Gojo just watches for a few moments before his mind catches up with the situation.
“Come here,” Getou says, looking at him.
Before Getou even finishes his sentence, Gojo is scrambling into the others lap so he’s straddling him. Both groan in unison as their cocks brush together. Gojo can’t help but to start grinding against the other, like some horny teenager getting off for the first time. Getou drops his head onto the others shoulder and lets out a stifled moan at the feeling. He nips at his shoulder for a second before placing his hands on Gojo’s hips. With a firm grip, Getou holds Gojo in place to stop his grinding.
“Baby, don’t you want me to fuck you,” Getou whispers in his ear, nibbling on the lobe after he’s finished speaking.
“Yeah, fuck, I want you to fuck me.”
Gojo pulls back for a second, hand diving in between the couch cushions, searching. After a moment he makes a face of triumph and pulls his hand out. In his grasp is a tiny bottle of lube, about half used. Gojo looks back at Getou’s face to see the other man has one eyebrow raised, and an unimpressed look on his face.
“It’s not what you think,” Gojo immediately tries to explain. “Well… not entirely what you think. This is our smoking spot, and sometimes it feels really good to jack off when you’re high.”
“So am I the first person you’ve fucked on this couch,” Getou asks, arms snaked around the other waist, and lips making a line up and down the other's jaw.
“Well, technically you haven’t fucked me yet… but ya. You’re the first.”
“Oh, I like hearing you say that.”
Taking a deep, grounding breath after hearing that comment, Gojo passes the bottle to Getou, who uncaps it and pours some onto his fingers. He doesn’t take long spreading it around Gojo’s hole, slipping his finger in a couple times, but not taking too long. He then pours some more onto his hand, stroking his cock to spread the lube. Getou has to bite his lip to keep in the sounds of pleasure from finally having some type of contact with his cock for the first time through all of this. After he deems himself lubed up enough, Getou tosses the bottle to the opposite end of the couch and turns his attention back to Gojo.
“How about you bounce on it, baby.”
While that statement would’ve turned Gojo off if anyone else had said it, it has the opposite effect coming from Getou’s lips. The white haired man can’t help the subtle shiver that travels down his spine at those words.
Gojo reaches down and grabs the other man's cock and lines himself up. Slowly he begins to seat himself on the other man's lap, groaning as the head slips inside. He can feel the other man's forehead rest on his collar bone, and a shaky breath against his skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, and lips parted in a quiet moan, Gojo drops himself down the rest of the way, until he’s taken the entire length in.
Getou’s hands grab tightly onto Gojo’s waist. “Fuck, give me a sec.”
Gojo can’t do anything but nod his head. Sure he’s hooked up with a lot of guys, mostly bottoming, and yet he has never felt as full as he does now. He sits still for just a minute, relishing in the warmth from Getou’s body, and feeling the twitch of his cock inside him. Eventually he feels Getou’s head leave his shoulder, so he’s resting back against the couch.
With a hooded gaze directed at Gojo, “I think it’s time to start bouncing, baby.”
Taking in a short, shuddering breath, Gojo places his hands on the others shoulder and slowly lifts himself up until he can feel the head of the other man's cock start to tug at his rim. A low moan forces its way out of him as he slowly lowers himself down. Fuck, Gojo thinks, he’s about to get absolutely wrecked. Growing more used to the others size, Gojo begins to speed up his movements and in no time at all he is quickly bouncing on the others cock like he asked. At this point he is no longer concerned about trying to keep his voice down so none of the people inside don’t hear him. The heat and feeling of the others cock sliding in and out, brushing against his prostate, has him continuously moaning.
Not being able to resist any longer, Getou leans in to kiss Gojo, cutting off a moan. The kiss is messy and wet, tongues sliding together and exploring each others mouths. The kiss breaks off when Gojo lets out his loudest moan yet, barely moving his lips away and panting right against Getou’s mouth. One of Getou’s arms wraps itself around Gojo’s waist, while the other slowly slides up his back and into his hair. Grabbing a fistful of the white locks, Getou gives a short, rough yank, forcing his head back so he’s staring up at the ceiling. With the new position, he wastes no time attaching his lips to the others neck, continuing the collar of hickeys he’s been marking the skin with. Getou’s lips find his pulse point and he bites down on the skin, hard, causing the other to let out a slight groan of pain.
“God, look at you,” Getou says, pulling back to look at the masterpieces he's littered all over Gojo’s neck. “Now everyone will know you what you were up to out here”
“Fuck, Getou, please” he whines. Head still tilted back thanks to the hand gripping his hair.
“Please what? Use your words baby.”
“I can’t-” Gojo begins but the rest of the sentence is cut off with a whine.
Getou lets go of the others' hair and sits back against the couch, taking in the man on his lap. Getou just now notices that Gojo has slowed down his movement, thighs shaking from over exertion. Getou now understands what Gojo was trying to ask him. Deciding to be merciful for the moment, Getou grabs the back of Gojo’s thighs and positions them on the couch so Gojo is on his back, legs bent and spread for Getou to lay between them, cock still inside him.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? You got tired and wanted me to take over?”
Gojo nods his head, arms circling around Getou’s neck and fingers intertwining with the hair there.
Getou takes a moment to stare down at Gojo, who has his eyes closed, mouth open and letting out tiny pants. He leans down to give Gojo a filthy kiss, biting and sucking at his lower lip while the other tries his best to kiss back just as hard, but failing. After a few moments of just kissing, Getou breaks the kiss to look at Gojo as he slowly pulls out, noticing the way Gojo’s brows furrow a tiny bit. Without any warning, Getou slams back in, causing Gojo’s eyes to fly open and a forced moan from his lips.
“Now that I have your attention, as much as I’d love to drag this out I have somewhere to be soon.”
“You don’t even know what time it is,” Gojo breathes out, repositioning his hands to Getou’s shoulder blades, fingernails already slightly digging in.
Getou ignores the comment, and begins a fast and hard pace. Getou lets out a few soft grunts and buries his into the curve of Gojo’s neck. At a pace like this, and with how warm Gojo feels, how tight he’s squeezing him even if he doesn’t realize it, Getou knows he won’t last long. From the moans escaping Gojo’s mouth, and the nails dragging across his back hard enough to break the skin in spots, he figures Gojo is getting close as well. With that knowledge in mind, Getou snakes an arm between their bodies and wraps his hand around the other's cock. He hears Gojo let out a choked sound, watches as he throws his head back and feels his nails dig deeper into his skin. He can’t help the smirk that appears and is sure Gojo can feel it against his skin.
“That’s it,” he whispers into Gojo’s ear. “Doesn’t it feel good? And you’re taking it so well, baby. You’re so good. Made just for me. My one and only.”
Gojo's mind barely registers the meaning of the words being said to him. He knows they’re compliments from how he can feel his face blush and breath hitch, his body able to understand what’s being said to him even if he doesn’t fully register it at the moment. Before he can even begin to try and come up with a response, Gojo feels his muscles beginning to tense and a warmth growing in his lower stomach. The hand on his cock feels amazing, thumb swiping over the head on occasion, wrist twisting slightly on every upstroke. He can feel Getou’s thrust starting to fall out of rhythm and knows the other must be as close as he is.
“C’mon,” Gojo slurs out. “I want you to cum in me.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re really something.”
It only takes a few more thrusts and strokes from Getou before Gojo is clenching around him and spilling onto his stomach with a loud, drawn out moan. The added sensation of Gojo clamping down on him, and seeing the look of blissed out pleasure on his face as he orgasms is what sends Getou over the edge. He clamps his teeth onto Gojo's shoulder to muffle his own moan as he releases into him. Getou is dimly aware of the nails that have migrated from his back to his shoulders and arms. He gives a few more shaky thrusts into Gojo as they both come down from their highs, before slowly sitting up and easing out of Gojo.
Gojo lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of Getou slowly easing out of him. Instead of letting him pull out, he wraps his legs around Getou, locking him in place. He wraps his arms around the others neck, pulling until their bodies are flushed together and Getou is trapped within Gojo’s limbs.
“Don’t go yet,” Gojo whines, burying his face into black hair.
“I’ve got to go, baby. But don’t worry,” Getou says, placing light kisses to any part of the other man he can reach. “We’ll see each other soon. You’re mine now and I don’t plan on letting you get away.”
With a resigned sigh, Gojo unwraps his limbs from the other, allowing Getou to sit up and finally pull out. Gojo can feel cum slowly starting to leak from his hole, as well as his own come beginning to take on a tacky feel on his stomach. He watches as Getou begins to put his clothes on, eyeing the scratches on his back when he turns around to pick up his shirt and robe of his costume. With just his underwear and pants on, Getou takes the robe and wipes the cum off of Gojo’s belly the best he can.
“I can handle that if you go and find where you threw my clothes, you heathen.”
Getou just smirks in response, turning his back to the white haired male and heading in the general direction he threw the clothes. He finds the bustier on the hood of the car and the shorts on the ground below the steps heading back into the house. As he leans down to pick them up, he vaguely hears voices talking from inside. For a moment Getou doesn’t think anything of it until he’s half way back to Gojo and then it clicks. He can hear voices talking inside. At a normal volume. Which means the music is no longer playing and there’s not forty something people all singing and trying to talk over each other and the music. Once he’s back in front of Gojo he hands him his clothes, eyeing a door he assumes leads outside instead of into the house.
“Hey,” Gojo says, noticing how tense Getou has become. “Is everything alright?”
“Ya, I just checked my phone and noticed how late it is. I really gotta go.”
Gojo deflates a little bit at the statement, mentally scolding himself for getting his hopes up and thinking this would be anything more than a one night stand.
Getou watches Gojo’s eyes flicker away from him, and notices how his shoulders sag a bit. He’s mentally kicking himself for leaving Gojo when all he wants to do is get him back in his arms. Instead, Getou leans down and takes Gojo's chin in one hand, turning his head so he’s looking at him.
“Don’t look so upset, baby. I told you, you’re my one and only. You’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me. I’ll be back for you.”
With that, Getou gives him one last lingering kiss before throwing on his shirt, grabbing his mask and robe, and heading out the door that leads to the back yard.
Gojo sits on the couch for a few moments longer, staring at the door Getou just walked out of. Soon he snaps out of his thoughts and stands up, quickly putting on his costume. When he thinks he looks as good as he's gonna get, meaning everything is at least covered and he’s not going to flash anyone, he makes his way across the garage and back into the house. Forgetting all about the beer resting on top of the fridge.
Entering the house, Gojo immediately notes the absence of music and a majority of the guests. The actual lights in the house have all been turned on and the kitchen is empty, though Gojo can make out voices coming from the living room. Making his way over there, Gojo’s eyes widen as he sees his roommates and a couple other people talking to cops. Gojo curses to himself, wondering if they’re getting another noise complaint, even though no one lives close enough to hear the noise that they keep complaining about. Glancing around the room, he spots Megumi talking to Yuuji and another cop by the front door. Megumi seems to notice him a second after Gojo because his eyes take on a murderous look and he Immediately begins to march over to Gojo.
“Where the HELL have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you,” shouts Megumi as he stalks towards Gojo.
“Clearly not hard enough,” Gojo mutters under his breath. At the same time though he is very glad they didn’t look for him that hard. Louder, he asks “What happened to the party? Did we get another noise complaint?”
“‘Did we get another noise complaint’, he asks. No, we didn’t. The cops are here because your neighbors were murdered and the suspect is on the loose somewhere around here.”
Gojo’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he takes in the information. He quickly looks towards his two roommates for confirmation and they both give a nod before turning back to the cop. They’re mostly likely giving a statement of their night and if they noticed anything.
The cop that had been talking with Megumi and Yuuji makes his way towards where Gojo and Megumi are standing.
“Are you the third roommate?”
“Hi, yes, that’s me. Gojo Satoru at your service,” he says, wrapping his arms around himself as he suddenly feels very exposed.
“I was wondering if you could tell me if you noticed anything suspicious tonight?”
“Uh no, I can’t say I noticed anything out of the ordinary. Hell though, it’s Halloween, nothing was really ordinary.”
The cop gives a slight chuckle and Megumi shifts his feet, leaning his weight onto a singular leg.
“Is there anything specific that you’re looking for? Maybe if there was something specific I’d be able to separate Halloween weird from actual weird?”
“We don’t know much besides some basic information about the subject. They’re about six feet, muscular build, and they were wearing a scream mask and black robe.”
Gojo’s mind screeches to a halt at the description.
“A scream mask and black robe you said?” Gojo can feel his breath catching in his throat.
This seems to grab the attention of both the cop and Megumi, who give him a look like they expect him to elaborate.
“Oh no it’s just…” Gojo pauses for a second. Quite frankly he can’t wrap his head around the fact that he just may have had sex with a murderer. A really hot murderer. A really hot murderer who he’s remembering called him his ‘one and only’. But still a murderer. It takes another moment for Gojo to realize both the other men are eagerly waiting for him to continue his sentence. “It’s just that… that sounds exactly like the description of the person who killed the two students yesterday. That’s all the way on the other side of town.”
“Yes, we believe it’s the same person,” the cop says, giving Gojo a bit of a strange look. “Is there anything you can think of that happened at the party that was suspicious? Or any people?”
The cop looks at Gojo like he’s got a hunch Gojo knows more than he’s letting on. Gojo can’t believe he’s gonna do this, oh my god he’s going to do this.
“No, I can’t say I noticed anything. I mean it was a big party. There were obviously some people here I didn’t know. But no one fitting that description was here.”
He just lied to the cops. For a murderer. But a murderer who has a really good dick. And hey, murder isn’t the WORST crime out there. Clearly he cares about Gojo, he called him his ‘one and only’. Maybe he can talk him into ending his murder career with the promise of really good, unlimited sex.
“Well if you remember anything or see anything, here’s my card,” the cop says. Taking a business card out of his pocket and handing it to Gojo.
“Of course officer. If I can think of anything I’ll give you a call. I’d love to help.”
With that, the officer turns his back and heads towards the front door where his patterns are waiting for him so they can leave. After the cops head out, the last few guests follow right behind them. No one wants to be out while a murderer is close by, and no one wants to venture to their cars alone either.
Gojo watches as his roommates start to clean up the living room. Most likely too on edge to try and go to sleep at the moment. Nanami offers Yuuji and Megumi each a couch to crash on tonight that the two eagerly accept. They both then begin to help pick up trash from the living room while Gojo continues to stand there frozen. Mind still trying to process that he just lied to the cops to cover for his murderer one night stand.
“Hey, you gonna help clean up or what,” Shoko asks him.
Gojo’s head whips to look at her so fast that he thinks he hears his neck crack. Shoko continues to stare him down, waiting for him to agree.
“Of course. Let me just take my shoes off and go change real quick.”
With that, Gojo rushes up the stairs to his room on the second floor, muttering under his breath “what the fuck did I just do, what the fuck did I just do, what the fuck did I just do.”