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“You’re actually… what?” Geto flipped his cell phone down onto his best friend’s mattress.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of it.”
“Of course I’ve heard of it, Satoru.” Geto pressed his fingers to his nose and sighed. “But we’re adults. That ‘no-nut-November’ shit is something young people do when they think they’ve hit rock bottom. You don’t have to deprive yourself at this age.”
“I’m not doing it because of that!” Gojo sputtered, struggling to maintain an even tone as he said it. “I—” he pointed a finger to the air— “just thought it’d be a fun little challenge. Plus,” he added with a shrug, “‘depriving yourself’ can be kind of hot, right?”
Geto’s incredulous laugh spoke well enough for him, but he voiced his thoughts anyway. “Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tortured myself as a punishment for being aroused, unlike you, apparently.”
That was Gojo’s turn to stare in disbelief, mouth cracked open. “It’s not torture,” he said in defense before flicking him in the face. “You’re so close-minded, Suguru. All that talk just tells me you’re missing out on exploiting the full potential of your body.”
“What are you saying?” Geto raised an eyebrow, already reaching for his phone again— this was the price he paid for entertaining Gojo’s nonsense. “I’m close-minded because I like to make it to completion every time?”
“You can't tell me the idea of edging yourself for such a long time doesn't turn you on a little.” Gojo shifted across the bed and leaned in to gauge his friend’s expression, pushing his cell away. “You’re really not into it? It doesn't have to be a month…”
“Stop that,” Geto warned, hiding his nose in the screen again.
“I think I’ve gotten too used to the sensation,” Gojo continued with disregard, drifting further into Geto’s personal space. “Bringing yourself right to the very peak just to stop everything at once… then you force yourself to come down just to go back up, over and over again? I thought that’d be something you’re into, Suguru.”
“How kind of you to think about me while you’re perpetually getting yourself off.” Geto finally chose to pay the other man an ounce of the attention he obviously craved, gaze running up and down Gojo’s body. “You seem to enjoy playing with yourself in that way enough for the both of us. There’s no need for me to join in.” He pressed an accusatory finger against Gojo’s chest. “You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”
Gojo let out an unconvincing scoff. “Please. I’m just curious— and I’m saying this as a friend, you know. I think we’re close enough to have these conversations without it being embarrassing, don’t you?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.” Geto’s brows pulled together quicker than his and Gojo’s upper bodies could. His lower knee was already pressing into his friend’s thigh with impatience. “You know we’ve gotten much closer than that.”
Gojo’s lips parted slightly as he peered down to meet Geto’s own. He was right; he couldn’t remember exactly when the two began hooking up, but he knew they’d reached the point of no return long ago. He reflexively spread his legs for Geto to crawl between, stifling a noise when a hand splayed across his chest. “Shit.” He tilted his face and hit his head against the backboard, stupidly giving Geto easy access to his unmarked skin. “We’re going to do it again, aren’t we?”
Geto’s wet slurping muffled his hum of confirmation as he shoved his lips and tongue against Gojo’s neck. “Fuck, we haven’t done this in weeks,” he murmured, his mind blurred with heated anticipation and desire. “I’m going to make you break your little streak. You were only doing it to grab my attention anyway.” He grasped the sensitive skin with his teeth and sucked tenderly. “Right?” he tried again when Gojo didn’t respond.
“If you say so. I assume it worked, then?”
Despite the somewhat insulting demeanor Gojo took on, Geto kept steady eye contact, quickly wetting his lips and shifting upwards to meet his mouth. “I don’t know… I think I need a little more convincing.”
“Oh, you don’t even know how hot it is, Suguru. I could turn you into a fucking mess by the end of this, you’d see.” Gojo’s hands found comfort in the familiar plushness of Geto’s ass and thighs, letting out a pleased noise as he squeezed. “I wouldn’t let up until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’d reach all those sensitive spots and force you to keep it in the whole time. Maybe I’d even cage your cock; force you to stay soft while I get to open you nice and wide and play with you all night long until you’re crying out—”
“Fuck me,” Geto demanded.
“Exactly.”
Geto scowled before something in his mind switched. He stuck his lower lip out a little, chin dipping towards his chest as he blinked slowly. “Please?” he tried. “Please stop teasing, Satoru. I want you.”
One of Gojo’s hands flew up to cup Geto’s cheek, stifling a laugh as he felt the skin underneath warm up. He could hear the man beg as he pulled him closer. “Please, please, please…” Geto muttered. “You can’t just leave me wanting more.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Gojo rebutted. “I could tease you all night long and never deliver if I wanted.”
“That’s not fair; I’m not even participating in this dumb-ass November challenge.” Geto sighed against his mouth. “I don’t remember you being like this the last time we did it.”
“Hmm. Preventing myself from ‘releasing’ has made me spend much more time mulling over the things I’d like to do to you.”
“Gross.” Geto recoiled for only a second before his lips pressed against Gojo’s cheek. “So you were always this much of a pervert?”
“Was I that good at hiding it?” Gojo shoved his fingers past the other man’s waistband and dipped them into his warm skin. “Does this mean you don’t want to sleep with me anymore?”
Geto crawled out of Gojo’s grip to remove his shirt himself. “I won’t shame your clear masochism, but I’m not letting you rope me into your nonsense,” he responded.
“You’re missing out,” Gojo sang, smiling lazily.
“I don’t think I am.” Geto kneeled over him, hungrily pressing their lips together to keep him silent. He whined feverishly for the split second Gojo’s shirt covered his mouth, only noticing once he bared his teeth in an evil grin. “Stop it. Don’t act weird this time.”
Gojo’s deliberately raised eyebrows fell lower. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Well— stop doing nothing, too.” Geto leaned in for another deep kiss, fully squeezing his palms on Gojo’s exposed chest. “You’re an ass, making me work for this. All you ever do is tease me until I take the initiative.” Proving his point, he ducked past the man’s pants and pawed at the firmness covered by one more layer of clothing. “If you’re so against pleasing yourself for this occasion, let me do all the work. And don’t call me any pet names this time.”
Gojo pressed his lips into a thin line, but his silent look wasn’t enough to keep Geto from tearing his pants off and admiring his stiff cock. Already ruddy at the tip with noticeable veins, it twitched and throbbed as if it hurt to be exposed so suddenly.
Geto blushed at the sight, bottom lip already resting between his teeth. “Christ, did you play with yourself right before I came over? You look about ready to blow.”
“I didn’t know we were going to do this before you came!” Gojo argued. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have… wouldn’t… oh, fuck…” he groaned when Geto pressed firmer onto his erection.
Geto slid a finger from the bottom up, following the faint curve and pushing it towards his stomach, moaning at the resistance and quick spring back up as if it were his own body he was teasing. He shuddered with anticipation as he leaned in, ready to drop a wet kiss to the pulsing tip. “No wonder you were stalling so much; the slightest touch could make you explode, huh?”
“Yep,” Gojo said almost inaudibly. “Please, just please be gentle— shit.” Geto wrapped his lips around the tip, enveloping his entire length with one duck downwards. He barely gagged as he bobbed his head up and down, quickly placing his gaze on the other man to catch his o-face. He hummed every time his lips grazed against the base, forcing tremors throughout his entire body.
Gojo almost screamed when Geto hollowed his cheeks, squeezing his cock inside his wet mouth. Reflexively, he smacked a hand over his forehead and shoved upward, forcing the man off of him. “Wait,” he breathed, “not too rough; I need a break. Please, just…”
Geto’s sparkling eyes nearly outshone his smile. “Come on… you’re so close already.”
“That’s the problem,” Gojo whined. “I need to— I can’t go again. Please, I need to get soft, I…” He sobbed and squeezed his eyes shut as Geto disobeyed, tightly gripping the top of his poor cock.
“I told you I don’t care about your challenge. I’m going to jerk you off until I get every last drop out of you. Maybe I should make you paint my face with it, too.”
“Please,” Gojo repeated, “please, you’re going to make me pass out.” He feared it would take as much as that for Geto to relent; he dismissed all his protests and cries for the sake of his own pleasure. Tears finally spilled once the first drop of pre-cum emerged from his cockhead, which Geto eagerly dropped his tongue onto to smear it along the width of him.
Even the minimum amount of contact made Gojo yell as if someone had slapped him, and he desperately grabbed onto Geto's hair to stop him from touching his drooling cock. “Fuck… I can’t take it anymore,” he lamented. His torturer’s ears perked up, and he made eye contact. “Suguru, I’m begging, I can’t— it feels so weird, I think I’m going to faint.”
Geto let out a long, low sigh, but ultimately relented, ceasing his grip. “Fine,” he finally said with a shake of his head, “you win.” He pouted and made his way higher up Gojo’s shivering body, keeping a great distance between them with his arms. “I thought you were weaker than that,” he admitted. “Usually, you’re terrible at holding yourself back. But I’ll admit, you looked so good while I was touching you.” He lowered himself just enough to drop a kiss on his neck, then turned over to leave the bed.
Gojo instantly shot up, a pronounced frown shaping his face. “Where are you going?”
“I’m—” Geto showed his palms and shrugged, laughing awkwardly. “I’m leaving? It’d be strange to stay shirtless in bed with you, don’t you think?”
“Well, I… I thought we were still going to… you know.” Gojo’s knees locked together, and he reached for his elbows— that along with his flushed skin gave him an air of humiliation. “I can still get you off… I don’t actually want to stop.”
Geto’s hand flew to his neck just as he tilted his head, breathing paused. “Don’t be weird,” he ultimately ordered before returning to the bed. The moment he settled over the other man’s torso again, Gojo curled his hand around the back of his head and pulled him onto his mouth. “You taste so good… want you so badly… I love your body,” he breathed between each long, wet kiss.
Gojo tensed at the last declaration before he felt hands running along his chest and stomach and realized what Geto had actually said. “Right…” He noticed Geto sneaking a glance downward, his grip on his chest increasing as he got more distracted.
“Your dick really likes it when I talk dirty to you, Satoru,” Geto said, stealing another kiss from his trembling lips. “You’re vile for ignoring it like this; I could make you shoot ropes right now.”
Every breath Gojo took ended in a broken wail. He felt the sheen across his face coolly dry up, and warm, shameless tears replaced it. “Suguru, I can’t— fuck. I wish I could control myself around you, but I can’t. It hurts so badly.”
Geto shot him a pitiful look. “You want to know what I wish?”
Gojo was sure he didn’t, but with almost every ounce of attention sent towards his weeping cock, he nodded distractedly.
“I wish I had you inside me,” Geto confessed, leaning in for another kiss and getting shot down by Gojo turning his head to the side. “Come on… it’s not just for me. Can’t you feel how heavy you are down here?” he questioned, squeezing his length without warning— and once again making him scream. “I think you want release, too, yeah? Let me be the one to take care of it.”
Gojo’s reply was soaked with tears. “You…” he began shakily. “You’re s- so mean. I can keep it in, I can…!”
“Fine. Keep torturing yourself. But you’ll only be torturing yourself.” Geto loosened the grip on his slacks, kicking them off and onto the floor along with his underwear. “We’ll see right now how close to the edge you can really get. I just hope you don’t knock yourself out when I make you come inside me.”
Gojo stared intently just to give his eyes something to focus on. Geto always made such disgusting noises whenever he tried to force Gojo’s dick inside of him. Those feverish sounds could do him in just like that, and more so in the state he was in. His chest hitched and caved in each time Geto let a desperate moan slip, eyes already rolled to the back of his head as if they’d been at this for hours.
“Fuck, feel how easily it’s going in? And you’re still leaking so much; I think that should count as a loss, but you’re too stubborn to let this end.” Pulling no response, he tried again, “You know, you’re slipping inside so easily because I couldn’t stop fingering myself before. Not to the thought of you, of course. I bet that disappoints you, doesn’t it, pervert?” Gojo brought a shaky hand to his forehead and mumbled incoherently— good enough, Geto supposed, leaning forward to suck on Gojo’s nipples.
Gojo’s weakened hands failed in pushing Geto’s head from his chest, a slack expression coming over him. He switched to grabbing onto the headboard for any kind of support, senses dulling by the minute. Geto, kind as ever, snapped him back to the situation with every filthy line in the book.
“Ohh, I think I’m in love with your dick; I’m about to explode.” Geto worked his thigh muscles harder than ever, as he had to help himself bounce up and down on Gojo’s cock. He rolled along him every time he buried Gojo inside of him, treating Gojo’s body as his personal seat. “Fuck, I need more, love the way you feel inside.”
“Suguru…!”
“Yeah, keep saying my name,” Geto breathed. “Ah, sounds so good when you’re like this.”
Gojo pressed against the man’s chest, gulping down air to make his sobbing and heaving a little less dry. “You’re squeezing me so tight, I think I’m going to faint.”
“You’ve been saying that all night,” Geto dismissed. “Maybe if you cut down your edging streaks to two or three days, you could feel this good all the time.”
“Yeah, yeah, that feels so good. God, I can’t believe I met you.” Miraculously, Gojo found the strength to sink his fingers into Geto’s skin again, hanging onto his hips and pulling him down harder every time Geto dropped onto him.
“Oh!” Geto yelped in shock. “Oh…” he repeated, dragging the note as his eyes crossed out of focus. “Satoru, please, please, harder…!”
“So fucking hot,” Gojo marveled. He thrust his own hips up when Geto sank down, making the man scream in surprise once again.”
Geto’s cock pooled with pre-cum and slapped across Gojo’s pelvis with each bounce. His nose tilted towards the sight, mouth already drooling. “More,” he begged in a hushed tone. “I want more, I want more, don’t stop! Oh, fuck, please don’t stop, please make me come…”
“Suguru,” Gojo sobbed, “Suguru, I feel like my dick is melting inside of you.” Suddenly, every sense in him was heightened; he could even feel Geto’s leaking tip spurt more and more stickiness onto his stomach. “I think I’m… Fuck, don’t…” he said, more to himself than Geto.
“You there, baby? Tell me when you’re close,” Geto commanded.
“I don’t know, I— it feels so fucking weird.” A dizzy spell washed over him again, forcing his head back onto the pillow.
“Oh, God, Satoru, I can feel your cock twitch inside me.” Geto leaned forward to pin Gojo down by his wrists, forcing him to stay on his back while he fucked himself on his cock. “Yes, yes, ohh- oh!” He slammed his hips back to feel Gojo’s balls slap against his taint, losing his rhythm as his climax approached. Gojo’s weak, glassy stare and lips bitten raw did nothing to stave him off.
“Suguru, I love you—” Shit. “Love how y- you take control of me,” Gojo quickly corrected himself. Thankfully, Geto was so close to his own peak, he didn’t notice his slip-up. “But it- hah- feels like I’m going to fucking squirt or something…”
“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Geto slurred, one hand leaving from above Gojo to fuck his own fist. “Fuck, I wish you would. I wish you would just paint my fucking insides, Satoru, I want you to lose yourself inside me. Please, please fill me up, as far as you can; I want to feel it in my fucking throat.”
As much as he wished to service his “friend,” Gojo couldn’t stop himself from holding everything he had back. It was reflexive after doing it for so long— or so he thought. A familiar warm feeling crawled out of him and made itself known with his words. “I’m… Wait, Suguru, I’m—” He choked on his own words, gurgling the end of his sentence to incoherence. He punched his cock up brainlessly, letting out an uncontrollable cry.
Gojo could have sworn he heard Geto beg to be bred and fucked like a dog, but everything went fuzzy once his own inhibitions vanished. He used his very last bit of energy to force Geto to stop bouncing as he released, cock pulsing inside Geto’s warm hole. A steaming rush of something spilled inside his twitching body. Geto’s cock jumped and stuttered, releasing a shaky stream of white along Gojo’s stomach and reaching his neck. He released his grip on Gojo’s wrist to arch his back and yell his name to the sky, chanting breathless words of approval.
“Fucking finally.”
“Wait—” Gojo began. Something was definitely wrong. He didn’t feel any better down there after letting himself go, but he knew something had come out.
Geto cut off his realization with a sloppy kiss and a sigh of relief. “You feel better now? You want to go again?” he teased.
“Suguru, I- I don’t think I…” He lifted Geto up ever so slightly— just to check if he was still rock-hard— when a hot gush of something faintly colored spilled out without delay. Both men’s eyes widened and met one another.
“Holy fucking shit.”
“Oh God, I’m so, so sorry, I…” Where did he even begin? ‘I’m sorry I pissed inside you, can we still keep being fuck buddies?’ Tears formed once again, and he trembled uncontrollably, but Geto didn’t appear to be upset.
“Damn it,” he sighed, with a faint laugh at the end. “You’re really determined not to come, aren’t you?”
“I’m- I swear, I thought I was coming, I didn’t mean to…!” Gojo’s voice took on a panicked tone. “Please, please don’t be mad; I’ll clean everything up.” He tried to sit up and figure out some way to carry him to the bathroom without pee gushing everywhere, but Geto kept him lying there. “What are you…?”
“We’re…” A flush crept across Geto’s cheeks. “We’re already as dirty as can be, right…?” His eyes darted away. “We could… I mean… if you want, I…”
“You want to keep going?” Gojo asked incredulously. A much more familiar feeling than the first crept up on him, urging him to agree.
Geto loudly cleared his throat and twisted his fingers, nodding quickly. He slowly began to grind on Gojo’s front, effectively stirring whatever mess was inside him. Gojo non-consciously moaned at the inviting heat of Geto’s insides… among other things.
Geto’s lightheadedness mixed with contentedness made a powerful mix. He sank onto Gojo’s cock like normal, making even more of a mess as Gojo’s wetness splashed out of him, pouring down both their legs. He kissed him languidly, completely able to ignore the growing mess they made together. Gojo would be damned if he said he didn’t find the experience insanely welcoming.
Both men shuddered when Geto finally parted from Gojo’s cock, the last bit of liquid inside him soiling Gojo’s pants. Clearly insatiable, Geto crawled down to reach for more, gripping his solid cock and slapping the head on his eager tongue.
Gojo was horribly delayed in realizing he hadn’t been able to release everything before. Now that he was exposed, he felt another wave forcing itself out. “Oh, wait, I… fuck.” Another burning-hot stream shot from his cock straight down Geto’s throat. He took the risk of forcing Geto’s head down, keeping his lips wrapped around the entire length. Geto choked and gargled on the mess, but he did nothing in protest. Gojo used both hands to use Geto’s mouth as a toy, forcing it up to the tip and down to the very end. Geto used his own force to rip away for a split second to swallow and grin at him, lips clinging to the tip and flicking his tongue against it again.
“Shit…” Gojo rasped, pulling Geto off to smack his cockhead against his tongue again. “I’m…”
“Yeah? You’re finally going to come?” Geto dared, gripping his cock despite the answer.
“Yeah, I- ah! I’m going to lose…”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Geto cooed, stroking him at an unbearable pace. “You put up such a good fight, Satoru. I love how hard you tried.” He dipped down to suckle on the tip of his cock as if he could drink his orgasm out of him. “Hah… but once all this is over… I’m still going to make you piss in my mouth. For now, though?” He enveloped his dick and sucked all the air from his cheeks once more, gripping him tighter than his fist ever could.
Gojo almost screeched at the feeling, made even worse when Geto took hold of his balls and pressed as if he could squeeze his orgasm out of him. In the state he was in, it certainly felt that way. “Fuck, yes! Oh, don’t stop sucking, please, please, please, want to feel it…!” He wanted to say it. He knew he’d ruin everything they had if he said it, but how couldn’t he love someone who knew him so well, in every sense of the word? He wanted to finish himself off much less, however, so he knew to keep those thoughts to himself.
Gojo could feel himself releasing before Geto reacted, spilling over with a final soft moan. He was completely depleted, simply lying still as a near month’s worth of orgasm denial poured out of him. Geto’s movements grew slippery to the point of sliding completely off, licking his lips and staring as Gojo shot out like a fountain. He cried out and dissolved into pleasure all at once, completely humiliated at the mess he was making. He didn’t bother grabbing on to stop his release from gushing out, partly because he knew Geto would force him off and watch it happen. “Ohh, fuck…”
Geto’s spaced-out appearance was apparent while he leaned in, barely breathing. “I think…” He tilted his head and smirked. “You really did convince me.” Extending his tongue, he slurped from Gojo’s still-throbbing cockhead, lapping up the continuous stream like a starving animal.
Gojo didn’t bother to protest or comment on his overstimulation, rather slapping a hand over his eyes and groaning quietly. He was still unsure how peeing inside Geto’s mouth and ass was less awkward or weird than admitting he had feelings for him. Yet, he knew when not to mess up a good thing.
That didn’t stop him from internally craving more.