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"...I'll pick you up on Sunday at 7. Be nice, Yuuji."
"Since when is he not, Jin?"
Young alpha blushed so bright his ears turned red. His omega father chuckled, patting his shoulder. He turned to Gojo with a kind smile.
"He and Sukuna had been roughing each other up lately. I guess I should have seen Sukuna's rut coming. He got so aggressive, and Yuuji—"
"...I still beat his ass." The teen grumbled, looking at his shoes, and Jin whacked him on the back of his head, clicking his tongue. He then turned to Gojo, and his disapproving frown turned into an apologetic smile.
"See what I mean? Anyways, thank you so, so much, Satoru. I usually have a plan set up, but this is—"
Gojo grinned, shaking his head. "Don't mention it. Yuuji is very welcome. I hope Sukuna will be alright." He bit his lip, barely holding back a sated grin and feigning a much more acceptable smile. "Besides, we won't waste our time here! Yuuji still has to prepare for his exams. Right?"
He almost purred, smelling the rich, earthy scent of the young alpha twirling at his words. The high school boy, who just a second ago grumbled at his omega dad, turned timid once again, averted his eyes with blush spreading all the way down to his neck. His father, Jin, unassuming, ruffled his son's pink hair.
"Okay, I'll be going then."
Satoru piped in, suppressing his predatory grin one more time. "Of course. Please don't worry and take as long as you need to!"
He watched Jin get into his car, waving back at them, and soon his friend's vehicle rode off, turning to the main street. Satoru turned to Yuuji, who shuffled from foot to foot at his doorstep. A big duffel bag slung from his broad shoulder, and Gojo eyed bulging biceps.
"Don't be shy, Yuuji." His name rolled off omega's tongue like syrup, and he chuckled when the boy's ears caught fire. "You know where everything is."
Yuuji nodded, face red and scent thickening, and slipped through the door, making Gojo grin wider. Omega hummed, rolling his neck and wetting his lips.
Anticipation swirled in the pit of his stomach, and he entered his house, locking the door.
What a sweet, sweet boy.
"...Here and here, you need to subtract, so the answer is fifty point six. See? Now repeat it with this example and this one."
Red ink underlined the right answer in the textbook, and Yuuji nodded, gulping. His eyes were unfocused, and sweat was beading on his eyebrow while he chewed his lower lip.
Satoru bit his lip, restraining himself.
The young alpha was just so, so innocent.
Like a forbidden fruit, ripe for taking, but forbidden nonetheless.
Which only made him sweeter.
Satoru glanced at the clocks on the wall. They've been at it for an hour already. After a quick lunch with a profusely blushing teen, who was stuttering with his answers to omega's questions about his choice in drinks, they settled in Gojo's dining room at the big table.
It was a regular thing for them. Satoru tutored his friend's son a couple of times a week. Being quite good with numbers with his natural excellence, it wasn't taking much out of him, and he didn't charge, despite Jin's concerns. He brushed it off, saying that Yuuji's presence in his big empty house was very welcome.
If only Jin knew how Gojo adored the boy.
Though today Yuuji was dropped off to wait out his brother's sudden rut. They had much more than a few hours.
They had an entire weekend.
Omega twirled his pen, breathing deeply.
Yuuji smelled really good for his age. Earthy musk was rich and soft, rolling off of him without the young alpha even noticing.
All because of Satoru's choice of clothing.
The sheer, see-through blue robe, the finest lace in all Japan, didn't hide the pale expanse of his skin, nor did it hide his perky, aroused nipples. Thin straps of thong were the only thing that was covering his private parts, yet it still didn't do much as alpha's eyes flicked to omega's groin a couple of times before Satoru took a seat.
And of course, Satoru didn't show up like this at his gates to meet Jin. He put on one of his thick long robes, which made him appear like a housewife omega in his mid-forties with five kids and a busy husband.
Which he wasn't.
He was at his prime, free of all domestic burdens that would eventually come with a family. All defined lean muscles and soft curves, he was very much proud of his physique that could rival any twenty-year-old omega. He couldn't have pulled off half of his wardrobe if he wasn't an epitome of sex appeal from teenage dreams, even in his forties.
He certainly wouldn't have the same effect on Yuuji if he wasn't all that.
When Satoru joined the teen in the dining room for tutoring after taking off his robe, the poor boy got so red omega was worried he would combust. Young alpha was too cute. Even now, trying to concentrate, he kept glancing at Satoru. He was so flustered, and omega was eating it up. Despite already being familiar with Gojo, Yuuji remained timid, and Satoru loved that. The boy was a spitting image of Jin, all soft smiles and pink hair. Though he was quite mature-looking for his age, with tan skin and all those muscles.
God bless high school football practices.
And eager honey eyes betrayed his inexperience as they always sought approval from older omega.
"...I did it." Yuuji pushed his notebook towards him, ripping omega from his thoughts. He took it and marked the right answers, pleased. "Good boy."
The blush on the handsome face got deeper, and Satoru purred. "We've been at it since you've got here." He closed his notebook, putting it aside.
"How have you been, Yuuji?"
He leaned on his locked hands, exposing more of his chest, and wide eyes darted to his cleavage. Yuuji exhaled noisily, clearly struggling to focus, and eventually mumbled. "...I've been fine, thank you. How—how have you been, Gojo-san?"
"Ah, drop the formalities, boy. When we are alone, you should call me Satoru, remember?"
Gojo eyed the teen as he nodded, swallowing thickly, and not able to resist himself, reached with his bare foot to touch Yuuji's leg under the table. Accidentally, of course. The way the young alpha jumped in place was hilarious, but Satoru held back his laughter, biting his lip.
"How are your kisses? Have you kissed anyone?"
His foot stroked alpha's shin back and forth, and he watched Yuuji struggle to breathe steadily.
"...no." The teen whispered, staring at the table. The pen was twirling in his fingers restlessly.
"Oh, how come? A handsome boy like you surely has someone to kiss." Gojo purred, watching blush grow redder on Yuuji's face. The boy's knee was jumping under the table, and omega kept stroking his shin on the other leg, making him bite his lips.
Satoru still remembered how sweetly Yuuji kissed. It was one of the first things he taught the boy on their tutoring days. He just couldn't resist him. Yuuji was too enticing with his wide puppy eyes, practically begging Satoru to ravish him. The teen, despite the shyness, was a natural. With a strong tongue and an alphan instinct to dominate, he left Satoru breathless last time as omega palmed his bulging muscles.
Yuuji shifted in his place and, with red cheeks, cleared his throat. "Ac-Actually, I'm—It's hard for me to—To adjust to people..."
Gojo leaned on his hands, curious. "How come? You seem pretty friendly, Yuuji."
Young alpha huffed, and his eyes flicked at Satoru. "...yeah, but they are all alphas... And I—I don't like most omegas' scents..." He gulped loudly, and Satoru felt how earthy musk rolled off the boy in blatant invitation.
Omega smiled and met honey eyes, biting his lips. "Too sweet for you?"
"Yeah... I don't like it..."
"That's okay."
"But I—" Yuuji gripped his pen so hard that Gojo thought it would snap. The boy gulped again and mumbled quietly. "I don't like anyone's scent... Except—except for yours..."
Satoru grinned, feeling how his cunt throbbed at another wave of earthy scent. He awed, reaching to cup sharp jaw. The boy's face was hot from blush, but he leaned into omega's touch readily.
"You're very sweet, Yuuji. Alphas usually aren't like this." He practically purred, watching the boy grow even redder in the face.
"...That's why you don't have a mate?"
The question hung between them, and omega nodded.
"Yes... Alphas nowadays don't know how to treat omegas."
Satoru sighed dramatically and watched the boy closely. He knew what he was doing.
He had his eyes on Yuuji for so long, and he wanted him in his bed one way or another. There was just something irresistible about young alpha. His sweet demeanor and mind-blowing scent were making Satoru crave him.
It was rare for him to feel any interest in alpha. He liked a good dick, but it never came with a nice personality. They were all too demanding, trying to rule and control him. And Satoru was very established in his life, thanks to his late parents' inheritance. He didn't need an alpha. He was too prideful to become someone's wife and incubator for pups.
On second thought, he wouldn't mind Yuuji's pups, though.
His seduction tactics were working on the teen as Yuuji squirmed in place and spoke quietly with a conviction thick in his voice.
"I would have treated you right, sensei."
He looked at Satoru like he hung the stars in the sky, and omega cooed, letting his fingers reach farther and brush on Yuuji's undercut, scratching lightly. Golden eyes drooped and a soft mouth dropped open with a pleased sigh, making Satoru smile.
"That's so sweet of you." He paused, letting his scent swirl around them. Yuuji was gulping loudly, a little scent drunk, and he leaned into his hand like a puppy he was. Satoru purred, carding through short hair and purposefully keeping his wrist scent gland close to the boy's face.
"I would love to have you as my alpha. I know you would never hurt me, Yuuji."
Earthy musk of young alpha spiked in an explosion of arousal, and Satoru took his hand away, standing up gracefully. Yuuji leaned forward as if in a trance, following his movement, and omega smiled.
"Let's take a break, shall we? I'll go lay down for a little while." Yuuji gaped at him, face flushed bright pink, and Satoru put the last nail in the coffin. "I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything."
With that, he walked out of the room, feeling alpha's eyes on him.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Gojo slipped off his gown, entering his bedroom. Tugging off his thongs that were sticky with his arousal, he let his scent flow, leaving the door open and lying on the bed. Excitement was bubbling under his skin, and he felt himself slicking up even more. He refrained from touching himself, stretching on the soft comforter.
Omega didn't wait for too long.
A shy knock and a quiet gasp made him smile. Earthy scent rolled into his bedroom, mingling with his minty one and creating a mouthwatering mix. He lifted on his elbows, knowing full well how inviting he looked to Yuuji, who stood at the door, frozen. Satoru licked his lips at the tent on alpha's crotch and smiled at the boy.
"Do you need anything?" Yuuji's face turned red as he opened and closed his mouth in attempts to speak. Satoru saw how dark pupils widened in honey eyes as he let his thighs fall open in silent invitation. Air hit his hot, wet skin, and he moaned, breathless. His nipples ached for stimulation, and he rolled them between his fingers, impatient.
"I—" Yuuji inhaled loudly, and there was a barely suppressed growl in his voice that made Satoru's head spin. "I want to—If it's okay... I want to kiss."
Aww.
"Of course, it's okay." Omega beckoned young alpha closer, and like a puppy, Yuuji stumbled on his own feet, approaching the bed. He was gasping for air, taking in their joined scents as the tent on his shorts was threatening to rip through the flimsy fabric. Satoru sat up, feeling his skin prickling with arousal, and tugged Yuuji to sit on the bed.
The alpha gulped, gripping his knees as Gojo leaned closer to peck him on his lips. Earthy scent was bursting in want, and finally, omega felt a strong arm circling on his waist rather timidly, but tugging him closer nonetheless.
Yuuji's eyes flicked on his mouth and then back to his eyes. "Is this okay?"
Satoru purred, carding his hand through unruly tufts of alpha's undercut. "Mhm..." He kissed him softly, feeling a hot hand gripping his side. Feeling how his own scent was thick and wanting, omega murmured into pliant mouth. "Is this the only thing you want?"
He kissed the hot cheek and chuckled at the small gasp when his hand traveled down to pet the boy's groin.
Yuuji was big.
Satoru shivered in anticipation and nuzzled into soft cheek, leaving the young alpha panting.
"Don't be shy, Yuuji." He whispered into his red ear, catching the lobe between his teeth.
"You can have me if you want."
That seemed to break the boy's last restraint, if he ever had any, about his obvious want.
Omega was thrown on the bed the next moment, and Yuuji pinned him down. Something in Satoru tightened in anticipation. He didn't know the teen was so strong. Hot body pressed between his thighs, and he circled his waist readily.
Yuuji looked feral. His eyes were dark, and he was growling quietly.
"I'm s-sorry, Satoru-sensei... I'm just—"
Satoru cooed, wrapping his legs around the thick waist tighter and bringing him closer. He felt the hot length pressing into his crotch and moaned, cupping alpha's face and tugging him lower.
"I don't mind, baby."
Their kiss was hot. Yuuji was still Yuuji: timid, despite his instincts roaring at the sight of Satoru offering himself like this. His lips were eager, tongue licking into omega's mouth needily, and Gojo moaned when big warm palms slid on his waist.
"That's right, Yuuji..." He swallowed thickly, feeling how his pussy ached for the girth throbbing against it through layers of clothes. Yuuji panted, chasing his lips, and Satoru whined, tugging on his clothes.
"Take it off... Come on..."
In one swift pull, alpha got rid of his shirt, and Satoru moaned, sitting up and touching his sculpted torso. His palms splayed on hot tan skin, and he swallowed, letting his fingers brush on hard abs and a soft happy trail. When he reached the waistband of the boy's tenting shorts, he smiled at him.
"You're quite big for a boy of your age, Yuuji." Tugging his shorts down with the thin underwear, omega gasped when a hard length sprung out.
Satoru salivated.
Yuuji was massive.
Tan skin shined with precum that drooled from the thick, bulbous tip. Veins ran on the sides as the shaft hung low from how heavy it was.
Could he even fit it in his hands?
Yuuji let out a groan when Satoru took him into his hand, barely circling his long aristocratic fingers around it. It felt hot.
Jesus Christ, he's about to milk him so much.
His knot was thick too, proportional to his girth. It was already swelling prematurely, enticing with a promise of hot cum that Satoru intended to feel flooding his pussy just in a moment. Wetting his lips in anticipation, he continued to explore Yuuji's cock. His balls were big too, hanging low and hot under his touch.
Ready to breed Satoru like he deserved.
Arousal flared in him, and he let thick cock go, making Yuuji let out a disappointed grunt. But Satoru needed him inside.
He turned and stretched into a perfect presenting position, with his legs spread and ass high in the air. Feeling his cunt drooling for young alpha's seed, he swayed his hips, looking at the boy above his shoulder.
"Come on, Yuuji. Don't make me wait."
Alpha's eyes went blank for a second as he stood on his knees, gawking at the sight in front of him. His scent exploded in arousal in the next moment, and Satoru gasped, breathing it deeper. It was such a pleasant odor, alphan musk, that usually would make him scrunch his nose, now almost made him drool, fogging his mind. He slumped on the bed, tugging his pillow under his head and getting ready for the absolutely heavenly feeling of thick cock plowing into him.
But it never came.
Before he knew it, hot palms gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them. A hot breath fanned over his cunt, and he squirmed.
"What are you—"
"Sorry, I just wanna—Just a taste..."
Hot, wet tongue licked broadly between Satoru's legs. Then came even hotter mouth and a noisy suction of chapped lips on quivering flesh. Omega's legs buckled, and if not for alpha's iron grip on his backside, he would have flopped on the bed like a broken doll.
"Oh—That's—Mmm!"
A low grunt sent shivers down his back, and Satoru clawed at his pillow. He couldn't remember the last time an alpha made him feel pleasure like this. Usually it was a quickie if he felt like he needed a real cock and hot body instead of his toys, which were doing their job just fine. But this?
He forgot about this kind of pleasure.
Hot tongue ran through his folds, tasting him. Wet exhales hit his skin, and Yuuji's moans vibrated through him. It was obvious that the young alpha was inexperienced with how sloppy he was with it.
But his enthusiasm was what made it so much better.
His eager tongue kept licking and probing at every crevice and fold of Satoru's pussy. Warm nose bumped into sensitive skin of his perineum as Yuuji sucked on his hole. Hot slick was squelching loudly as the young alpha drank it all up, not missing a drop. Slurping on his cunt, he let his big hands wander on omega's waist, tugging him even closer. At some point he even nuzzled a quivering pussy, growling and moaning, like he lost himself in Satoru's scent completely.
That alone made the older omega lose his breath.
He lay there, at Yuuji's mercy, all shaking limbs and sweaty body. Muffling his noises in a satin pillowcase, omega drooled with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Every time Yuuji's mouth sucked on his clit or his tongue laved the engorged nub in his spit, Satoru was getting closer to coming. He could feel it too, the way his breath was stuttering and how loud the pounding of his heart was in his ears.
Omega was close, and he tried to warn the boy.
"Mmnnnn... Yuu—Yuuji, baby, I'm—c-close—"
He mumbled, tongue heavy in his mouth as sparks were flying in his vision, but it seemed that Yuuji wasn't listening, lost in this haze they shared. Strong hands were still keeping Satoru up, not letting him crawl away or flop on the bed as a hungry mouth, for lack of a better word, was devouring him. His poor cunt was quivering, oozing slick like a broken faucet, and perhaps Satoru should be embarrassed, succumbing to the young boy like this, but all he cared about was incinerating orgasm approaching and threatening to wipe him out completely.
As if feeling it coming, Yuuji snarled into his cunt, and his insistent mouth got even hotter as he sucked on the throbbing clit. His hands fondled omega's ass like he was playing with dough, and rough fingers traveled between omega's legs, pushing his outer lips open. Then Satoru felt him spitting on his cunt.
Jesus Christ.
He heaved at the obscene act as he felt thick fingers spread hot spit on his pussy. Was it alphan possessive gesture, or just teen's horniness? He didn't know. But his legs almost gave out at the sound of absolute hunger that left Yuuji. Hot mouth was back on his cunt, and he felt teeth graze his clit as soft lips closed around it. Low humming vibrated through omega, and he heaved, feeling tears well in the corners of his eyes.
"Yuu—Baby—W-wait! Oh—Mmnngg!"
When thick fingers spread his hole in one soft thrust, Satoru shuddered, coming.
His cunt clenched around thick digits, and he moaned, gulping the air. Orgasm spread from his crotch through his entire body, and sparks of it flew under his skin as Yuuji kept sucking on his sensitive clit. His fingers were moving in omega slowly, hesitant but also curious, and Satoru suddenly realized that Yuuji didn't know he came as the alpha kept probing into him. His low hums and croons that he let out, still licking omega's cunt, were sending shivers up Gojo's spine, and he whimpered, finding Yuuji's hand on his hip.
"Mm—Yuuji...Yuuji, you can s-stop now—Oh..."
Young alpha locked their hands sweetly and pulled away. His fingers left omega's pussy with a lewd squelch, and Satoru bit his lip, feeling how pleasure was still drumming under his skin.
He hadn't come like this in years.
Feeling boneless, he was about to flop on his side, but warm hands stopped him. Soft snarls made goosebumps rise on his skin as Yuuji bent above him, pressing to his back and nuzzling his neck.
"You smell so good, sensei..." His voice was hoarse and lips wet as they left hot kisses on Satoru's neck. Rich earthy scent was spiking in arousal, and omega felt his mind getting foggy.
"Hold on, baby, not so—" Satoru gulped thickly when he felt a hot cock nudge between his legs. It was a strangely wet, thick substance smearing on the insides of his thighs, and he felt his eyes widen in realization.
"Did you—"
Yuuji let out an embarrassed sound, still nuzzling his nape. His arms were caging Satoru in protectiveness, and his heart melted a little from how sweet the boy was.
"You are just so hot, Satoru-sensei," Thick tip slipped on Satoru's soaked cunt, making him whine. Yuuji moaned, and then his hand came up to grab omega's waist, keeping him still. "I can go again—I want to! Mm! I'm s-sorry, I just need—Yes!"
A fat tip bullied its way into clenching pussy, and Satoru was gone.
He mewled into the pillow, bracing himself for the dicking of his life. There was no point in stopping Yuuji anymore. Young alphas, when they were like this, immersed in the haze of pleasure and orgasm, were prone to ignore common sense. It was only them and their pleasure.
Satoru was Yuuji's pocket pussy for now.
And he was fine with it.
The hot shaft slipped in with no resistance at all. He should be embarrassed about how wet he was for a teenager, but he couldn't bring himself to feel shame. All he felt was the throb of thick young cock in him and the tight hold of strong hands on his waist, tugging him flush to a strong body.
Then Yuuji started to pound him.
His moans and snarls were bouncing off the walls as he fucked Satoru. Deep, unrhythmic thrusts were pushing omega up on the bed, but alpha tugged him back every time. Grip of his hands was bruising as he panted, plowing into wet, tight heat. His pace was uneven; he was rushing one moment and then slowing down, and it was driving Satoru insane. His poor, oversensitive pussy was absolutely drenching Yuuji with its juices. Alpha's cum from his orgasm earlier was making everything even stickier, as loud squelching sounds were ringing in the bedroom. Omega could feel his slick froth from constant friction on his outer lips and alpha's knot that kept pressing on his cunt insistently.
It would feel heavenly once it swelled in him. Satoru just knew it.
He endured rough fucking, hugging his pillow and drooling. He didn't even try to stifle his whines and moans anymore, and they seemed to spur Yuuji on as his thrusts became almost violent. Despite the pace of eager alpha, his voice was still so sweet while he was blowing Satoru's back.
"Sensei! Oh, feels so good—So good, mmm... You feel good, too, right? Mmhh..." He was slurring, lost in the chase of his orgasm. His sloppy kisses on omega's neck and shoulders were endearing as he sought Satoru's approval while pounding him into the bed. The whole headboard was shaking, and the room smelled of them, making omega's toes curl.
He tried to turn and say that yes, he was feeling so good he couldn't think straight, but another rough thrust made him clamp tighter as it felt like Yuuji reached into his throat. His body locked for a second, and then a sudden orgasm made him scream.
"F-fuck! Yuuji!"
Yuuji snarled, pressing tighter, and his cock throbbed inside, flooding Satoru with cum. His knot was pressing against the ruined cunt but not getting in, too thick even half swollen. That made omega shiver. His legs went numb, and finally, he was let go, slumping on the bed. Hot cock slipped out with an audible pop, and his pussy felt like it had a heartbeat of its own, throbbing in a post-orgasmic quiver. Thick globs of cum started to ooze out of him, leaving him breathless. He registered his wet thighs and soiled sheets under him. Did he just squirt?
He wouldn't be surprised.
Yuuji's dick was everything he ever wanted.
In his haze, Satoru was turned on his back, and the alpha's face popped into his line of vision. He was panting, sweaty, and pupils blown wide. His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned for a kiss. Omega could taste himself on his tongue, and that alone made him moan pathetically as he enjoyed the attention of a younger alpha.
Yuuji slipped between his legs again, and his cock, still hard, nudged into Satoru's messy cunt. Omega gasped, clawing on his shoulders.
"How are you still—"
Blush flooded the boy's face, and he murmured, embarrassed, "I like you, sensei..." He pressed into him, and the fat tip of his cock slipped into omega's sloppy cunt. His breath quickened, and he swallowed thickly, with eyes so dark Satoru didn't know if he should be concerned for him.
"Is it bad that I want you?" Slow thrust made omega gasp, and he sank his nails into wide shoulders. Struggling to concentrate from the sheer heat of the body that was pinning him down, he mewled, "No, baby, it's not—Oh, yes! Yes!"
If Jin knew that Satoru was seducing his son this whole time only to end up writhing on his young, absolutely marvelous cock like a seasoned whore, he would have killed him.
A fleeting thought of telling Yuuji to keep it their secret was fucked out of his head. Alpha started to snap his hips like he was trying to fuck a baby into him, and Satoru's warbled moans were swallowed in needy kisses. Sweat slicked up their skin, and they were moving like an oiled machine. Loud slaps of Yuuji's balls on his ass were echoing in the bedroom while alpha grunted, burying his face in omega's neck.
His harsh panting was fanning over hot skin, and he ground deeper. Thick knot was pushing into Satoru with a purpose, and he moaned, feeling how his pussy, raw and so obscenely wet, was slowly giving in. Every thrust felt like a punch into his guts with how hard Yuuji was fucking him. Hot, throbbing flesh was carving into his insides, relentless. Every brush of the fat tip on his walls felt like a teasing tickle to his clit that was so sensitive he was mewling at every contact of hard navel to it. Orgasm was unwinding in his lower stomach as a curl of pleasure coiled and tightened up with every push and pull of thick girth.
Satoru could taste it in the air as he struggled to catch his breath, gasping for air.
When a fat knot finally popped into him, omega's vision whited out.
Hot bulb of it sealed him like nothing he ever felt before. He was coming on it, squeezing and milking it for all it was worth. His cunt quivered, greedy, and when Yuuji ground his hips one more time, hot slick poured out of the omega. He heaved, out of his mind with the orgasm that rolled through his body. A thick knot tugged on his walls and outer muscles of his pussy, and he hissed, stopping Yuuji from moving. A warbled groan was muffled in his neck, and then Satoru felt him coming. Tight muscles flexed under his hands, and Yuuji cried out, hoarse and so, so needy.
Hot cum flooded his insides, and he just lay there, brainless.
He registered Yuuji nuzzling him and crooning, seeking his approval once again, and with a great amount of effort, Satoru brought his hand up to ruffle damp pink locks.
"...Bring your stuff here. You're sleeping with me."
Bright honey eyes widened in joy, and omega was sure if Yuuji had a tail, he would be wagging it.
"For real?" A loud smooch was placed on his cheek once he nodded, and omega purred at the young alpha's affections as he bubbled. "I'm so glad! You smell so good, sensei! So good..."
Sudden grind of strong hips made Gojo moan, and he tugged on pink hair, making Yuuji mewl in apology.
"Nope. Not now," He sighed at puppy eyes and cupped a warm cheek. "You milked me dry, baby."
Omega brought him closer, tightening his hold on the boy's waist and feeling how his breath quickened in response.
"Be patient, and we might continue."
Yuuji nodded frantically and surged to kiss him, making Satoru hum in delight at his taste.
He was just so, so tooth-rottingly sweet.