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‘Holy shit!! This guy with that creepy aura is seriously fast…!’ Yuuji whips his head around, still seeing Yuuta right on his trail with dreary eyes clearly having killing intent. Yuuji had tried to throw him off through a few obstacles, and yet the other man would either dodge or power through them. Still holding his sword and keeping up with Yuuji.
The adrenaline has Yuuji feeling a little too many things that are totally against his will. He needs to find a way to specifically block off the sword, where much of the cursed energy radiated from… Yuuta had been quite generous to share some info on how he combats, before proceeding to chase after him once more. It was almost like a game to this guy.
‘Think, think…! Aha!’ Yuuji spots a knife in an abandoned car. With the windows conveniently down, he swoops inside to grab the knife from the backseat. He yelps from feeling the car thud, turning his head to a rather terrifying sight of Yuuta gripping the ends of the window to the point of denting it.
The knife is swung toward Yuuta just as he also gets in, easily spotting the knife way ahead of time. The special grade sorcerer uses the side of his hand to heavily knock at Yuuji’s wrist, forcing him to unwield the small weapon.
Just as the knife clattered, Yuuta swings his sword. He hums curiously when Yuuji catches his wrist with both hands, grunting as he struggled to keep the sword from weighing in on him. The other man is naturally stronger, but Yuuta could see how laying on the backseats was eventually going to make Yuuji slip up.
However, Yuuji anticipates this, catching the other off guard by pulling on him instead. Yuuta stifles a sharp intake of breath as he is yanked into being seated atop the other man. He doesn’t let go of his sword, tugging out of Yuuji’s grip and going for another slash.
“Aha… you really are something else…” Yuuta murmurs, now watching Yuuji tighten his jaw over the blade of his sword. It wasn’t as if he was going to brutally slash the man’s throat. Just a quick impale, however Yuuji's survival instincts are just as quick. Who knew such a simple plan would derail this much? Yuuji truly is a pupil of Gojo’s.
The blade finally shatters, and Yuuta raises the broken katana, dull eyes observing it.
“You actually broke it,” he uttered, a bit impressed. It’s not like he depends on his blade, but it’s clear Yuuji only considers his weapon as the threat. He can use this distraction to his advantage, so long as Yuuji continues to overestimate his dependency.
“S-Seriously! Who are you!?" Yuuji attempts to reason with Yuuta, who merely drags his gaze back down at the other. "Why are you— Uhk—!”
Yuuta knows why Yuuji choked up, just now. Both men were looking down between their bodies after Yuuji shifted to sit up on his elbows, which caused their crotches to grind a little too much. But what amazes Yuuta, is the rather large, clothed erection pressing very hard into his rear.
“C… Can’t freaking believe… ugh…” Yuuji groans with a flustered, rosy blush growing over scarred cheeks. He rubs at his face, trying to hide from his attacker. He can’t even muster the strength to jump away, knowing his lasting legacy is dying with a boner. He had even saw Yuuta’s wide gaze on his erection, which is embarrassing enough considering this man is just about to kill him.
Meanwhile, Yuuta was already constructing a new approach. Albeit, who knows how necessary it’ll be, considering Yuuji appears to be severely off-guard right now.
“Guh—!?”
Yuuji’s saucer-sized eyes snap down when Yuuta shifts right against his crotch. Was that on accident?
His question is answered when Yuuta shifts again.
“Your resolve is odd. I can tell you are hesitating, and yet there are moments where you remember what you are fighting for…” Yuuta states. Of course, he knows why Yuuji is conflicted. Gojo had caught him up on the chaos of the first year’s trouble with the school board. They are similar, in some ways, yet complete opposites. While he doesn’t want Yuuji to hesitate on the matter of his own life, he kinda needs to off this first year, already.
“I suppose, all I can say is…” Yuuta continues, lowering for their faces to be inches apart. Yuuji swallows thickly, meeting the other man’s hooded gaze.
“You are going to regret holding back on me,” Yuuta murmurs. The threat comes off so light and airy, yet the weight of it has Yuuji shivering for all of the wrong reasons. And somehow, it sends a jolt through his gut and straight down into his growing erection.
Yuuji attempts to damage-control by shakily reaching over to grab Yuuta. His stomach flips when he merely ends up groping the other boy’s rear.
‘What is he trying to do…?' Yuuta thinks to himself with a bit of a sweat, glancing down at rigid hands that squeezed a bit too tightly. He considers going for his sword, but Yuuji still look coherent enough to block any attacks.
“Fine.”
Yuuji blinks at the quiet remark Yuuta made. This is the only warning he gets before their lips are slammed together.
“Mnh!” Yuuji attempts to open his mouth, but all it does is invite the other to slip his tongue inside. Yuuji falls back completely onto the car seat, grunting and moaning through the messy make out. It’s dangerous and reckless. And somehow that makes him desperate enough to slide their tongues together.
Yuuta flinched upon Yuuji squeezing his rear. He arches his back to fit more against the younger man, continuing to move their lips in haste. Both their hips grind hard against one another. Yuuji pushes down on Yuuta’s hips to grind harder into his ass. Saliva dribbles and expands over rolling tongues and clashing teeth.
“Mmhaa…uhn…” Yuuji pants heavily after their kiss breaks sloppily. Yuuta is panting as well, whilst reaching to undo a white sash and tug down his own pants. Although, it doesn’t go down very far due to his seat atop Yuuji. Said male also found his own pants being unzipped, just enough for his red-tipped cock to be free.
Their heavy exhales and pleased breaths would have steamed up the car, had the windows not been down. It’s such a risky location, and that only made their ‘fight’ more exciting.
“Auh~ Hah… u-uah~” Yuuji’s eyes are completely shut. His head had dropped back to the wet grinds over his dick. He could feel a winked hole twitching and teasing his cock, becoming slick from his pre-cum. It made him want to jerk his hips to stuff himself deep inside. But he’s crumbling under Yuuta's control and restraint.
Yuuta was laying atop Yuuji, huffing and panting more quietly. His back is arched even more to continue the steady grinds over his rear. Yuuji’s hands would fondle and squeeze, squishing and thrusting his dick up between soft flesh. But the more Yuuji thrusts, the harder it became for him to stave off a different hunger.
“A-Ah… Itadori…”
Yuuta’s brows raise when the grinds stop, and Yuuji’s tip presses harder against his entrance. No matter how much he gave, the younger always seemed to crave more. It’s cute. But also a pain.
Yuuta pushes himself up, palming Yuuji’s heaving abs without so much as a change in his expression. As if he’d allow Yuuji the satisfaction of making a mess out of him. After all, this whole escapade was more so for him to distract and tire out Yuuji. So, he pushes his hips down, shutting his eyes and gritting his jaw at the slow stretch.
“W-Woah— uahhhk~! H-Holy shit… I-it’s… so tight…!" Yuuji winces. His hold on Yuuta falters, and he gasps when their hips finally connect.
“… uhk… s… seriously…” Yuuta uttered under his breath in disbelief from how full he felt. He underestimated the younger sorcerer’s size, that’s for sure. He’s handled worse, so it isn’t long before Yuuta’s pain tolerance kicks in. He rises and falls in small accruements, using the pre-cum as lube. He’s impressed that Yuuji hasn’t made an attempt to knock him off the slow pace, considering how fucked up he looks already from getting his dick sat on.
“Itadori,” Yuuta lowers so their faces are closer, forcing the man to look at him. “Is this your first time?” he asks curiously, and Yuuji squints at the man’s nerve to start a conversation while he is balls deep inside.
“It is…” he replies with a huff, shifting and moaning when it contributes to Yuuta’s light riding.
“Do you want to stop?”
Yuuji really couldn’t understand his assailant at all. As scary as Yuuta came off, he had his moments of gentleness and consideration. Perhaps that is what made him terrifying. Such an unpredictable personality.
“No…” he murmurs.
"Alright.”
Yuuji’s eyes flare wide open when Yuuta sits back up and proceeds to ride him at a harder pace. “Ah~! Ahh~! W-Wait—! Hold on—! Uagh~!”
Yuuta ignores Yuuji’s pleads, moaning under his breath whilst fucking himself atop Yuuji’s dick. It was much easier to move now, thanks to Yuuji’s eager cock constantly leaking inside. It felt utterly amazing, being filled by an impressive length. He was careful not to get too carried away, purposefully grazing his prostate lightly.
“Nhh~ Hah~ Huah~ Ah—?” Yuuta blinks several times at the hands tightening over his hips. Dull eyes flash to Yuuji, and that is all the time he has to prepare for the sudden upward slams.
“Ah! Ah~! Ah! Ahh~! Itadori~!” Yuuta cries out, slamming his hips down harder to keep Yuuji from completely taking over. He barely pays any mind to the vicious grip Yuuji has over his bouncing waist. It was a little hard to notice anything else, with Yuuji thrusting with enough gusto to take down a city.
“Auhh~! Oh-! O-Oh my f—! Auh~! S-So…!” Yuuta winces with gritted teeth as Yuuji begins to slam him down at more vicious pace. The sounds and sight was so much sloppier, due to an abundance of pre-cum. The upward thrusts and downward slams was starting to become too much, in fact. His eyes are nearly out of focus when his prostate was now abused.
“Ah~! Ahh~! Uah~!” Yuuji is moaning just as loud, if not louder. He lays back completely onto the seat, bending his leg on the chair a bit higher to gain more leverage in thrusting. His stomach burns pleasantly to the pleasured cries and yells of the man he once found intimidating.
He slides his hands up, pushing under Yuuta’s shirt and white uniform top. His fingers dip into hot, toned skin that is gradually exposed into the humid air of the car. Calloused fingers cup and palm a pale chest, having pushed Yuuta’s shirt up to the point of revealing his torso. Yuuji’s gaze is transfixed over the sight of a slim, yet strong body rising and falling atop his lap. His fingers pinch and flick at rosy nipples, and Yuuta drops his head with swaying bangs.
“Auhh~!! D-Don’t… uahh~♡! Hahh~!” Yuuji does the exact opposite of the watery warning, tugging at flushed pink buds in time with his thrusts. Yuuta appears to be very sensitive to the stimulation, because his own cock was spilling generous amounts of pre-cum.
However, with Yuuji losing leverage now that his hands are pre-occupied with his chest, Yuuta takes this opportunity to lean back. Both hands rest atop Yuuji’s thighs, and the younger sorcerer only has a second to notice, before Yuuta begins an onslaught of downward slams of his hips.
“Uhk~♡!? Ah! Ah! Auh!” Yuuji drops his hands back down to the narrow waist, but something tells him Yuuta had been holding back, because he could no longer control the pace. His attempts at thrusting up are fruitless, and Yuuji could only moan aloud to his dick practically being used as a toy.
“Fuck—! Fuah—! W-Wait—!” Yuuji’s head rolls back after cumming hard inside of Yuuta. The stronger man stutters in his riding, but continues on, secretly loving the wet and messy glides as he is filled up. Yuuta essentially ignores Yuuji’s weakened state of bliss, shutting his eyes and rolling his hips to have all of the right places hit.
“Uah~! Ah~! Ahh~! I-Itadori~♡! Uhn~! C… Cumming~♡!” Yuuta’s brows pinch inwardly as his rolls switch back to quick and shallow bouncing. Thick streams of cum spill aimlessly over his and Yuuji’s abs. He is hot and trembling all over, huffing in his high while gradually slowing down to small grinds.
“Hah… oh man…” Yuuji palms his flushed face, shivering every now and then. His bliss nearly made him forget their circumstance.
Thankfully, Yuuta is kind enough to remind him.
In which, Yuuji uncovers his face to see a cum-covered Yuuta hovering his broken katana with a darkened expression.
“So, that was the plan.”
“Are you kidding me!?”
Yuuji stares for the longest time at the sheepish man seated atop a ledge, beyond the fire pit. Yuuji was thankful to the heavens that he didn’t actually die after having the best sex of his life. Although, it’s a bit scary how a small part of him kind of finds that idea hot.
“Ahah, I’m really glad it worked, though!" Yuuta's rosy smile of relief has Yuuji feeling his face grow hot with a bit of a stutter in his chest. “You’ve already faked your death in the past, so we may not have much time before they realize this is also a ruse."
“Mnh…”
Yuuji gazes at the fire pit between them, then he points suddenly at a perplexed Yuuta.
“Yeah, well… I’m still mad about the car thing!” he declares with a bit of a pout.
Yuuta sweats, now feeling his cheeks grow warm as well as he recalled their 'fight'. Yuuji is surprised at how much more awkward this swordsman is, now that he isn’t pretending to be an utter sociopath.
“In that case… I can make it up to you? I really had to kill you, though.”
“It’s scary when you keep saying that so lightly…” Yuuji utters with a sweat. He stands, and Yuuta gives a questioning hum when the fellow sorcerer walks around the fire pit to stand in front of him. He raises his head, his sheepish smile becoming more strained with weariness.
“What is it, Itadori?”
“I want a rematch.”
“Eh?”
Yuuta jerks with a surprised sound from a hand reaching under his knee to push his leg back. He quickly palms the surface of the ledge from behind to keep from falling back.
“Itadori!?”
“That was humiliating! If you really wanted to, we could have done it more conveniently, at least!” Yuuji complains as he he tugs at Yuuta’s pants, enough to reveal his wet anus. Yuuta is dumbstruck by the simple-minded sorcerer.
“Th-This isn’t an appropriate time, either—!”
Yuuta pushes a hand at Yuuji’s bicep, blushing deeply when a large cock pushes against his anus. When did Yuuji unzip his pants!? He was already wet and sticky from before, after being cummed inside of, and it was quite awkward having to keep up his facade in front of Naoya and Choso.
“A-Ahh~ Ahh, I-Itadori…!” Yuuta hits Yuuji’s shoulder, crying out from the younger male pushing into him without warning. Velvety walls tremble around a familiar thickness, welcoming the thick cock back inside.
Yuuji huffs and winces, palming the ledge surface and pressing a knee atop. He already starts a series of quicker thrusts, pulling back and slamming in impatiently. Clothed legs and white sneakers sway and bounce from their indecent movements.
“Ahn~! Auh~! Itadori~! Itadori~♡!” Yuuta wraps his arms around Yuuji’s shoulders, making a mental note to scold the underclassman later. For now, he allows Yuuji to basically fuck his frustrations out. Yuuta moans wetly into Yuuji’s ear when his prostate is hit, and Yuuji immediately hones in on the sweet spot. Yuuta is drooling.
“Fuuh~♡!! Uhk~! Uhah~♡! Itadori~! I-I’m~!” Worn eyes widen from the bite over the side of his neck. Pre-cum squirts between their shirts, and Yuuji starts to slam deeper when a hot tongue runs along his ear, in turn.
Their wandering mouths eventually find each other’s, stifling their pleased moans and sounds. Their lips are locked, and slippery tongues lap over one another. Yuuji grunts, feeling his gut churn delightfully. He presses completely against Yuuta, noticing how flexible the man was with pants-clad thighs trapped between their torsos.
“Mhhn~♡! Hah~! Ah~! Ah ah~♡! Aauhh~♡!!” Yuuta drops his head into Yuuji’s nape, crossing his ankles around a humping waist. Hot cum gushes inside of him, spilling back out and staining the ledge. Yuuta doesn’t take long to cum as well, orgasming in a fit of shudders and trembles.
They continue to grind and shift together, kissing and groping in the midst of their highs. Yuuta sighs out when Yuuji slumps heavily against him, hearing steady breaths escape from the other.
“… What happened, here?” Megumi asks with a deadpanned expression, having arrived to Yuuji passed out on the ground and a flustered Yuuta seated on the ledge.