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They’re in the old room. The room they used to perform in together when young. Satoru doesnt know how they got here, really. Naoya’s pull on his tie, the pleading look..Satoru’s own body reacting to Naoya’s taunts.
It just happened so fast, emotions high, memories flooding. The instinctual need to erase no - no replace those painful moments of their lives with something actually of tangible cherishable significance.
That’s how they get here, Satoru supposed.
Naoya let out a small huff, the tiniest breath that could only be described as a a whimper escaping his lips. Satoru have a soft chuckle, cupping his face before bending down to give his hair a nuzzle. “You doin okay?” He asked softly.
Naoya grunted, before he nodded. “Yea..” He sighed, “I’m..im good, just getting used ta’feelin you, yknow?” He asked, and Satoru nodded. “Mm, me too.” He explained as he slowly pushed the rest of his way inside his lover.
The generous amount of lube he had used brushed on his thighs as he pressed onto Naoya’s ass. Bottoming out, both of them moaning in unison. Satoru huffed, leaning down to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.
Naoya squirmed just a little, scrunching up his slightly crooked nose.
“Good boy,” Satoru was all commented, deciding not to tease even if he desperately wanted to. Naoya didn’t exactly need that at the moment.
He stared at him, his tanned skin, scars littering his face, his hair that he has let his roots grow out just a little.
His hazel eyes glistening just slightly, and Satoru frowned a little. “You okay?” He looked down at Naoya’s and his bodies, where they met before he looked back up to the teary eyed man. “Did I hurt you?” Satoru’s voice was laced with concern. Naoya huffed, shaking his head.
“No,” He reassured sternly, “I..mm..no.” He sighed, “Y-You’re fine..it’s..it’s. Just a lot..” He trailed off..looking up at Satoru’s eyes. “Just..Yknow..we..it’s...” Naoya’s eyes started to well up more, and he choked on a small sob. Satoru smiled sweetly, “Yes.” He nodded.
“I understand Naoya, I..yes..” His own eyes started to tear up. The painful memories of their past - of their bodies mixing but not merging because of factors outside of their control. Because of the people in their lives just focused on control, status and networking.
The cameras, the lights, the being told how to do it, how to pose and look pretty so that the Clan could make money..
He shut his eyes, trying to block the painful memory out.
Satoru then felt a hand on his cheek, and he he opened his own eyes that had began to let tears fall.
His blue met Naoya’s green, and the other was now smiling his toothy grin. “It’s okay.” He hummed, “W-We..we’re okay?” He asked, and Satoru nodded. “Yes..we’re okay..” he reassured him, moving his face to kiss Naoya’s palm.
They both shudder.
“You gonna move now?”
Naoya brought his hand back, his voice a hint of that regular arrogance and Satoru chuckled. “Patience,” He chided softly. Naoya huffed, eyes traveling to Satoru’s scarred chest. Various gashes, straight scars, now healed, littered it. The reddish amongst ivory skin..
He brought a hand up to the man’s chest and he gently tapped at his ab. “You’re still beautiful..” His face got red from the compliment but he continued, “You’re Satoru Gojo..”
Satoru felt his breath hitch and a breathless laugh escaped him. “Damn right.”
He then moved his hips without warning. The younger under him gasped before he moaned in pleasure. “Mmmgh,” His hands came up to the other’s shoulders. Gripping them tightly. “Fuck..Sir..” He breathed, and Satoru hummed, “Yea, Princess?” He cooed, and the look on Naoya’s face..
It was priceless. It got even redder, if that was even possible. The other grunted, “Don’t- Don’t you look down o-on me..” He huffed, and Satoru hummed, somethings never change. The accusations of him looking down on him, at least never did. “Never, dear.” He promised.
He leaned his faces down, once more, and locked their lips. The kiss soft and sweet, if not getting a bit heated by the way he was trying to push his tongue in his mouth. Naoya was trying to at least, push it inside and gain some type of control but Satoru was Satoru.
He won easily.
He quickly pushed his own in, and there was a loud moan against his lips as he did so. Satoru hummed, and immediately started to suck in Naoya’s tongue, who tried to resist, but he gave up quickly.
Satoru then started to move his hips, slow, gentle, sweet - deep.
They continued like that, mouths and tongues intertwined with Satoru slowly fucking into his lover. The moaning grew louder, more consistent..
The fucking stayed the same however, not wanting to hurt him or go too fast.
After a few minutes, he pulled away.
Both were breathless, just a tad, but Naoya was the first to get something out, “Mmghh, g-go faster.” The younger moaned, and the older hummed in consideration before he shook his head. “No.” He decided. “I want..want to savor..” He told him.
Naoya looked like he was about to argue before he closed his mouth, considering it, before he nodded.
Satoru continued, the moans soft and full of pleasure. Eyes rolling back, mouths agape..
It was when he felt warmth begin to grow in his middle, and he huffed. He looked down.
“I-I’m..Sir’s gonna touch you right here, okay?” He told him, hand slowly finding his way to Naoya’s dick. “That okay?” Satoru asked, voice earnest and Naoya nodded, “Fuck, yes, yes please.” He moaned, and Satoru smiled. “Good boy.” He sighed.
He then began to jerk him off in pace with his thrusts, hands a bit rough, not soft like they used to.
Naoya was moaning, toes curling, head leaned back on the pillow. Hands gripping his shoulders, he loved it. It wasn’t like the touches of those too soft hands.
A minute or two passed, before Satoru grunted, “I-I’m close..you?” He asked, and the other moaned, nodding in response. The younger was biting his lip to try and stifle his moans and Satoru reached up with his other hand, and pushed his thumb in his mouth. “Mm, wanna hear you,” He grunted.
Naoya blush deepened and he opened his mouth just slightly more as they continued their chase. Their chase to fulfill something more.
“Mmmghhh!” He moaned, closing his eyes and Satoru felt wetness fall onto his hand. He grunted, looking at Naoya’s beautiful face..
Satoru moaned, and at that, he can as well. Huffing with a moan of his own. Seeing his love enjoy this experience was a turn on itself. Fuck.
After a second, they both huff, and then they laugh. Satoru stops his hips, takes his hand off the others cock, and he licks the cum off his thumb, “Good boy,” He breathed.
Naoya’s face was turned to the side, the side his scars were on his right. He breathed, panted.
"T-Thank you." He sighed, "Mm, thank you for still lovin me.." His eyes got teary again, and Satoru frowned, cupping his face softly.
"Shh, shh, don't cry, you did good." He told him.
"Even when I look like this?" Naoya asked, he wasn't sure if it was because of how he looked - physically - with his eye missing and scarred face or the look of how vulnerable he looked in bed. He really wasn't.
The other seemed to understand this though.
Satoru shakes his head in disbelief, sighing. "Course I do," He smiled softly. "Every part." He promised.
Naoya hummed, leaning in to steal a kiss from the other, just a chaste peck.
At last.
They were happy.