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There was nothing quite like being fucked so hard his legs gave out after a really long day.
Gojou had tried the usual solutions to being both incredibly horny and incredibly busy. He tried wearing a plug while he worked. He jacked off in the bathroom between classes. He fingered himself in bed until he could practically fit his whole hand inside. But none of it quite scratched the itch.
No, he needed dick. He needed it more desperately than food or water or sleep.
The fastest way to get it – to get a lot of it, fast, with no strings attached – was to pay a visit to his favorite place in the whole of Tokyo. Hidden away in a corner of Shinjuku, in a cozy gay bar where he was such a familiar face that the bartender let him know if his spot was free as soon as he walked in, there was a bathroom stall with a hip-height hole in the partition.
That's exactly where he found himself tonight. Satoru didn't always strip off to do this, but he did today, kicking his clothes into a pile in the corner. His dick was starting to fill and chub up just from being in this familiar stall, and he stroked himself leisurely.
Fuck, he really needed this today. He was so worked up and his head hurt and he felt like he wanted to punch something. As if he hadn't been punching things all day.
Satoru swapped his blindfold for a different one and sighed in relief as the world around him dulled. It wasn't enough to stop Six Eyes, but it dampened everything, made the world blurry and unfocused enough that he could ignore it. He had made it himself, experimenting over months of nights spent in this restroom, tweaking the recipe over and over until it was perfect.
He sucked on his fingers, running his tongue over them. He could have used lube, but why would he do that and deprive himself of the stretch and the burn of the first dick? Once they were nice and wet, he bent over, bracing himself on the toilet, and pressed them straight into his hole.
It wasn't nearly wet enough. It wasn't nearly enough of a stretch. Gojou whimpered as he fucked his fingers into himself. If he ended up all alone tonight he was actually going to scream.
Just as he was starting to worry that maybe he actually would be left to get himself off, the restroom door opened. Excitedly, Satoru pulled his fingers out and spread his ass, arching his back to press it to the glory hole.
The man stepped into the next stall. Hummed appreciatively as he saw Gojou's hole. Stroked the rim teasingly with the tip of his finger.
Satoru braced himself on the toilet again, biting his lip. He was practically vibrating with anticipation. He needed it so badly.
Then the stranger's dick was pressing against his hole, dry and bare and hard. He shoved himself inside, rough and confident. Fuck. Fucking hell. The ache of the stretch, the way it filled him up, the shaft brushing against his prostate. Gojou loved it all.
Satoru flexed his muscles around the stranger's dick, encouraging him. The last thing he wanted was someone thinking they had to treat him gently.
A smile spread across his face as the stranger started fucking him. Faster, faster, hard enough to shake the partition with each thrust.
Gojou stretched out his other arm to push against the wall, so he wouldn't give into the temptation to touch himself. No reason to rush. He could go all night if there were enough people in need of a willing, faceless hole. So he left his cock aching, swinging between his thighs, balls smacking against the partition.
He felt the arousal radiate through his body from his crotch, every nerve pricking with it all the way to his hands and feet. The stranger was moaning and Gojou let himself join in, loudly, unashamed, trying to let the man know exactly how good he was making Gojou feel.
"Fuck," the stranger swore under his breath. There was a clank and the angle changed and Satoru could just about see that he'd put his foot up on the trash can so he could fuck into Gojou even deeper.
Gojou could feel the thrusts in his gut, the man's cock pumping into him like he was trying to rearrange his insides. His hole twitching and flexing around his shaft. The stranger's balls pressing against his taint.
He clenched his fist against the wall. He was desperate to touch himself. His cock was leaking, precum trailing down over his length and dripping onto his legs. But he didn't. Not yet. It was too early. Not yet.
The stranger's thrusts were growing erratic, slamming into Gojou hard and deep, panting out desperate groans and moans as he chased his orgasm. He went silent as he came, cock buried as deep as it could get inside Gojou's hole.
Satoru could feel it inside him. The hot cum filling him up. The way his cock twitched and pulsed. Fuck, he loved it when they came inside him. He liked collecting as many loads as he could.
He finally gave in and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing dick as the stranger pulled out, leaving him empty and twitching. He left without a word, the door closing and leaving Satoru alone again.
Just in case someone else came soon, Gojou kept his ass against the partition as he roughly tugged at his cock. He didn't want to come yet, but the need was too urgent to ignore himself any longer. At least until the next guy came along, he intended to edge himself. Maybe play with his balls. He liked squashing them against the wall.
But he didn't have to wait long. The door opened and Gojou saw the blurry shape of a large bear of a man peeking into the stall. He heard a low growl as his ass was spotted, and made his hole wink.
The new stranger's fat cock was inside him so soon after, Satoru had barely come down from the high of the first. He felt drunk.
Tonight was shaping up to be a really, really good night.
Yuuji knew where Gojou-sensei lived. After the days and weeks living in his basement, it would be kind of weird if he didn't.
It was perhaps a little more strange that Yuuji also knew that Gojou-sensei wasn't going home when he said he was. Teleporting away when his house was only in a corner of campus. When he usually walked, when he actually went there.
Yuuji was sure of this because the last few times, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him to check Sensei's house. Empty, lights off, his energy nowhere to be found.
No, on the nights when he teleported away, he was going somewhere he didn't want anyone to know about.
Tokyo was a really big city. It was full of bars and restaurants and clubs and all sorts of places he could be hiding. Fuck, for all Yuuji knew, Sensei was teleporting off to his partner's place. He'd never mentioned a partner, but that didn't mean there wasn't one.
But Yuuji didn't think that was it.
After spending so much time with him, and after talking to Fushiguro about Gojou… He had a few suspicions about their Sensei that he had no reasonable way to confirm. But it was those suspicions that led him to Shinjuku Ni Chome.
The gay heart of the capital.
After an hour of walking around, sticking his head into some bars – getting kicked out of some for being too young and ignored in others – Yuuji hit the jackpot.
Gojou's energy. A wisp of it, a trace from him walking this way some time ago.
Yuuji grinned and set off running, tracking that trace through the district, weaving through the late-night crowd as if all those people weren't even there.
It led him straight to a seedy little bar. The door was low enough that Yuuji had to duck under it to get in. The lights were low and the space split up into small sections. Nobody stopped Yuuji, but with the light this low he might pass for a college student. With how muscular he was, and how low his voice was, he'd been able to get away with that before.
It was fairly busy. Yuuji didn't know where was best to look. He saw a young man sat on an older man's lap, mouths locked together as they made out, all heated and sloppy.
He was getting hard watching them.
Imagining himself sat on an older man's lap. Imagining a tongue pressing against his. A man's hand squeezing his pecs, his thighs, his ass…
He was staring. Yuuji shook his head to try and knock those thoughts from his brain. He needed to focus.
Gojou's energy was so stark here. He was here somewhere, Yuuji knew it.
He kept following. Yuuji felt like a dog following his nose, drawn towards Gojou-sensei like he was attached by a string. It led him to the men's room.
The door opened and a man darted out like he had somewhere to be, accidentally bashing into Yuuji on his way past. Yuuji tottered forward into the restroom and the door closed behind him.
The smell of sex was overwhelming. And the sounds coming from the furthest stall were unmistakable. The slick slapping sound of someone jerking off. And moaning.
Yuuji knew that voice. It was Gojou.
There was no way he was getting this far and not seeing the thing through to the end. The second-to-last stall door was open. Yuuji peered in and. Immediately was confronted by an ass pressed to a ragged hole in the wall.
His skin was white as paper. There was no mistaking it. This was his Sensei. His Sensei's ass, his hole.
His hole, stretched open and winking, the rim all puffy and swollen from overuse.
Before Yuuji even registered what he was doing, he found himself touching that gorgeous, fucked-out hole. His cock was growing hard so fast he felt dizzy with it. He slid his fingers inside, Satoru's pillowy walls giving so easily, welcoming him inside.
Gojou moaned loudly. Yuuji heard a thud, which he imagined must be him hitting the wall.
He pulled his fingers out and stared in awe at the cum all over them.
Yuuji really wanted to add to that. And, well, it was the perfect opportunity, wasn't it? He could be anyone right now.
He pulled his cock out and tugged at it just enough to spread the cum from his fingers all over himself. He couldn't do any more than that because he was sure he would blow his load so fast if he did. Instead, before he could think about it too hard, before he had a chance to second-guess himself, Yuuji lined up the head of his cock with Gojou's hole.
It was so open and sloppy that it seemed to suck him in, parting around the thick head like it was nothing. Yuuji bit his own fist hard to muffle his moaning. It would not be good for Sensei to recognize his voice now. His forehead clacked against the partition as he slowly sank into the hot, soft, wet embrace of Gojou's hole.
Gojou moaned again, flexing his muscles as if he was trying to milk Yuuji or draw him in further. "Fuck, yes, big boy," Gojou mumbled, slurring as if he were drunk.
Yuuji kind of hoped he was.
"Big fucking cock," he continued, and started to rock back and forth, fucking himself desperately on Yuuji's dick.
Yuuji was frozen. It felt so good he thought he was going to explode. Or just die, right in this spot, balls deep in his teacher.
"Shit! Ah, nhg, fuck! C'monnn, please, please, I– oh! Amazing, so big, fuck me, please—"
That snapped him out of it. Yuuji moved his hand so he could look down at the glory hole, and that perfect, puffy hole swallowing up his dick. It made him twitch and throb inside Gojou and he was sure the man could feel it because he groaned again and ground his ass back, pressing hard against the wall.
Yuuji braced himself as best he could and snapped his hips forward, fucking into Gojou as hard and fast as he could. There was no reason to be gentle. He knew his Sensei could take it. Fuck, Gojou could probably take his whole fist if he tried hard enough.
He caught himself mid-moan, biting his tongue hard to stop it. He just couldn't help it. The slick slide of his cock in all that cum, the head pressing so deep inside that he somehow found a spot that got tight again. The way Gojou cried out as he pressed through it. It was too much. It was the stuff of dreams.
He bit his tongue again just to make sure it wasn't a dream.
"I'm gonna fu— nhng, oh fuck. Come, gonna come," Gojou whimpered. Yuuji wished he could grab his ass, pull him down hard on his cock. He wished he could see if his cock made a bulge in Gojou's belly. He hoped it did. He liked the thought of being deeper inside him than any of those other cocks he'd taken tonight.
Yuuji reached up and grabbed the top of the partition to give himself more leverage. He slammed his hips against the glory hole again and again, hard enough that he'd have bruises there tomorrow, fucking Gojou hard and fast and deep.
Gojou was moaning and whimpering constantly now, a plea on every breath, growing more and more desperate until suddenly every single muscle in him tensed, his hole clamping down so tight around Yuuji's dick. Gojou cried out as he came, practically sobbing as his cum splattered on the tiled floor.
It felt like Gojou's hole was trying to suck Yuuji's soul out through his dick. And he had no choice but to let it happen. He came hard, pumping what felt like a river of cum into Gojou's guts. He might have even passed out for a second, slumping against the wall.
He stood there panting for what felt like an age. Gojou was the first to move, pulling away with a slick sound. He hummed, and Yuuji vaguely wondered what he was doing, when suddenly he felt the wet and unmistakable slide of a tongue smoothing over his shaft.
"Fuck," Yuuji swore quietly. He still couldn't bring himself to move.
Somewhere in his brain it registered that even if Gojou somehow hadn't figured out who he was before, between his energy, and his voice, he would definitely know now. He doubted there was another person in all of Tokyo right now with pink pubes. But, surprisingly, he found that he didn't care. Gojou certainly didn't seem to.
Gojou hummed appreciatively, tongue and lips all over Yuuji's cock, diligently cleaning him up. It was soft, affectionate.
By the time Yuuji finally found the will to push himself away from the wall, Gojou was kissing his balls, all delicate and reverent. It felt a bit like he was being worshipped. Or maybe Gojou was just grateful.
As Yuuji tucked himself back into his pants, shaky hands and shaky legs and feeling like his spine was made of jelly, he heard Gojou slump to the ground in the other stall. "You… you can come back again any time."
All at once, the reality of what had just happened hit Yuuji. He shouldn't even be here in this bar. Let alone fucking what could – should – have been a stranger… Let alone fucking his Sensei.
Flushing what he was sure was an incredible shade of red, Yuuji dashed out of the restroom, chased by the sound of Gojou laughing.