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Life is a whirpool of adjustments.
Something Yuuji remembered his grandfather telling him when the old man was alive and the pnk haired boy too young to comprehend the depth of those words.
Of course, it didn’t take him long enough to understand the exact meaning of that sentence. One of which proved them so immediately after he made the riskiest decision he could have ever in his life—
Swallowing that cursed finger. And that introduced him to a completely different world outside his mundane one. A world which tested his ability to adapt every single day.
Somehow he managed though. Introduced to jujutsu and its innate society asked him to speed up that adaptability and Yuuji managed to follow through with it.
A lot of things changed. He left Sendai, made new friends and enrolled in a school of sorcery meeting people aquainted with that world everyday. Of course he did not forget the noose around his neck from a delayed execution that he remembered about once in a while.
Since he could not change much of the outcome, he just rolled with the flow. And all was well and okay until one more adjustment came into question. One which he was unable to conclude as a good adjustment or a bad one at the moment while he listened to his teachers words in complete bafflement—
"—it might be a bit dangerous to leave you unsupervised. Sukuna might pop out anytime you know. So just for safety reasons, I will keep an eye on you. Of course, I can turn the other way to give you privacy if you want me too.--"
A very logical argument was put forth in front of him. And no matter how reasonable it sounded Yuuji was having a fit of embarssment and crisis in his mind.
For what reason one may ask?
Well as logical as this reasoning sounded coming from Gojo-sensei the context aligned to something else entirely—
The idea of Yuuji jerking off under supervision.
The Jujutsu society and its ask of adaptability heightened to another level. One that had his brain short circuiting from the absurdity of it.
Where did the topic even originate from? Well, it was after the sudden interupption from the blindfolded man who had the habit of coming unannounced to Yuujis dorm room just as he had gotten a nice video ready on his phone to do the deed.
The sudden teleportation led to Yuuji being so flabbergasted as he made eye contact with the older who suddenly stopped in his tracks after seeing the state Yuuji was in—
His hands down his pants for very obvious reasons to another person who was once his age.
And somehow things escalated to a discussion about him jerking off under the supervision of said man. (-his shock and embarssment made him forget to even remove his hands from his dick while his teacher looked at him )
Yuuji could only sputter his next words in embarssment and disbelief , "Li-like infront of you?"
Gojo did not help with his cheerful voice as he replied with, "Not really". Hope bloomed in his chest at the notion of being saved from another bout of embarassment just until he heard the next words "--Behind me."
Yuuji almost screamed right then and there.
As if that was any better!!!
Should he be more embarrassed or just despair about the fact that his personal needs were to be fulfilled supervised or that being a vessel strips him off such freedom.
Now of course Yuuji had another option. Completely stop jerking off. But point in case—
He is a teenage boy with all the raging hormones added into the package. And teenage boys are less known for their self-control.
Yuuji could only look everywhere else except his teacher's face while his thoughts keep on swirling around his mind.
Should he just..do it? He could be fast and get it over with? And What Gojo sensei said is true too. The risk of Sukuna is an important factor.
Before he could doubt his own decision Yuuji decided to just get it over with—
His already hard dick was also throbbing from being neglected so Yuuji managed to convince him to just think of Gojo-sensei as if he was not there at all.
That is how he found himself with his hands on his pants back turned towards the white haired albino and all the readiness of a man on a mission. To come as fast as possible.
Here it goes.
So , maybe Yuuji needed to reconsider his choices. Halfway getting himself hard and stroking as fast as he could in earnest was his idea.
Squelch.
His hands moved in periodic motions as it went up and down his length. A bottle of lube just to slick it up enpugh for less painful motions.
Squelch.
The silence of the room aided by the only sounds of him jerking off were all that followed and somehow the knot in Yuujis stomach grew faster than before.
He kept on stroking with the same lewd sounds each time—
Stroke. Sqeulch
Stroke. Squelch
Stroke. Squelch
He was so damn close. Breathing getting more ragged by the second. Precum leaking from the tip as pearluscent droplets.
The haze of the upcoming pleasure had already taken over his mind and he was almost blank and uncaring about his surroundings on his chase towards that pleasure, continuously repeating the motions, updownupdownupdown—
"Neh, Yuuji are you close? You know gotta ask just in case. What if I stand here even after you are done."
The sudden playful voice spoke up.
Yuuji yelped in surprise, his hands immediately stopping its previous moitions as the incoming orgasm was blovked and his dick throbbed in necessity.
He groaned with both surprise and frustration. The sound of the man behind him immediately made him aware that he was not alone and had an audience. One he had forgotten about the moment his hormones and needs took over.
He was just soooo close, and since Yuuji wanted to reach that peak he decided to answer the question just so he could continue.
"Almost there sensei.", he rasped out before his hands got to work hoping not to be interrupted again.
That was wishful thinking from his side as the words from the mans mouth increased with time.
"—You done yet?—"
"--Are you close Yuuji?—"
"—Just curious, do you usually just stimulate the tip or just slide your hands up and down---"
The jovial voice toned town to a deeper and huskier level and that somehow made things worse as Yuuji started to feel more sensual than usual.
The only factor blocking out the next few chances of embarrassment was the fact that the chase towards pleasure momentarily blinded Yuuji.
So though he replied with breathy sentences or simple words like "-yes' , "Not yet", "Soon", "the ti-tip", etc. with grunts and moans of his own. (-which in a clear mind would have got him red like a tomato due to the watch factor of someone else while he jerks off.)
But this time his hands didn’t stop. He so badly wanted that pleasure that he decided to not care of the man or his words.
And finally as he reached his peak, and closed his eyes to gather his breaths while semen flowed out rapidly in spurts.
Of course the pleasure only lasted for a while before the post-nut clarity rushed back in and Yuuji groaned with his face on his hands unable to look at his teacher's face for the rest of the day.
Since, Sukuna did not come out, he expected that to be the first and last of it.
He was proven wrong.
Suddenly, all his jerking sessions were followed by a stagnant participant in the form of his teacher.
Uncomfortable at first, the words of the man came in numerous justifications and Yuuji could only allow him to stay every time.
That was his teacher and he had to listen to his words, didn’t he?
So slowly somehow he got used to it.
After all, the man would not be looking at him and only spoke in between sometimes.
There was no harm in letting him stay, right?
Right?
Two weeks of having an observer in the room became a habit of sort. Yuuji wanted to jerk off so he (-though with a neverending blush) contacted his teacher once every two or three days.
He remembers his sensei whistling an impressed "teenagers and their endless stamina" while he felt himself grow redder.
Though his needs were too much and came too often for him to completely remain celebate.
(--also, somehow subconsciously the thrill of someone watching him turned him on more.)
So, on such a random day as he sat on his dorm bed jerking off with his teacher standing on the edge with his back turned towards Yuuji, something unexpected happened.
Gojo interrupted him in the middle with a request of his own.
"You know Yuuji, I am kind of pent up too, can I jerk off along with you?"
Yuuji had stopped his motions immediately while trying to comprehend those words.
Gojo of course deemed it necessary to elaborate a convincing argument once more.
"Well, hearing you get yourself worked up isn’t easy on a man like me. I do have needs too. Won't you let your sensei fulfill those. Of course you don’t have to look at me nor will I look at you."
And a few minutes later he found himself back to business with the white haired man following similar movements.
As Gojo-sensei had said before, he looked the other way. The only evidence Yuuji got of the man doing as he had said was the rhythmic flexing of his arm.
That day, Yuuji would never forget how he reached his climax with a completely different image in mind than his usual models.
The casual grunts of the man in his deep voice and the little huffs added with the back flexes of muscles suddenly led his deviant mind to imagine something he never though he would even think of—
A pale skinned face with blue irises and pupil blown out wide in pleasure as the face of the man scrunched up in pleasure.
Spurt.
It woud only be moments later in the silence of his room as his teacher bid him goodbye after cleaning himself with a handful of tissues would Yuuji realise what had just happened.
He had cum with the image of his teacher in mind.
Yuuji couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing.
It happened again.
And again.
And again until Yuuji could only get himself hard with the same image in different variations.
Gone were the female models that followed him to his wet dreams. Yuuji could only justify it to himself by deluding his mind into thinking how his teacher looked as pretty as a woman and hence the reason for him imagining said man.
The sweaty back of the white-haired as he climaxed alongside Yuuji and his small sounds of pleasure were all that Yuuji could replay from then on.
And every imagination of how that blindfolded face looked from the inside when Gojo-sensei came made him see stars faster than he had ever before.
A month into this routine and suddenly Yuuji stopped asking why.
When he felt like it, Yuuji just texted the man and he appeared in Yuuji's doorway the very next moment.
Of course consifering his adult stance, Gojo did not jerk off everytime with Yuuji. Though when he did so , Yuuji found himself turned on more and cumming harder than ever.
Talks between the sessions started becoming more normal.
Though the things Gojo spoke changed to being more intimate than before. Not just questions of whether he was close or if he had finished.
It changed into instructions that Yuuji's hands followed before his mind could catch up.
"—squeeze your balls with your other hand while you stroke—"
And Yuuji found himself squeezing.
"—Rub the tip with the heel of your palm—"
And Yuuji found himself rubbing.
He discovered new ways to make himself feel good with Gojo's instructions, slowly letting the older man lead each of his jerking sessions.
At one point, Gojo asked Yuuji if he could look just so the man could properly check how well Yuuji was in following instructions he gave out.
Only a few seconds of hesitation came from Yuuji as his teacher slowly pulled off his blindfold and Yuuji made contact with those mesmerising azure eyes.
"Can I please, Yuuji-kun?" a saccharine voice came out from the man as he threw Yuuji his most charming smile.
One which Yuuji knew unfairly, would come in his next wet dream soon enough and before he came to his senses he had already nodded.
The observer turned into a diligent watcher.
Yuuji soon did as he was told. Though this time with intense blue eyes looking at him in a burning fervor Yuuji could not describe in simple words.
All he remembered was discovering something new about himself that day as he came hard enough to reach the next few minutes of intense shivers when Gojo praised him for following said instructions each time.
The blood rushing to his groin everytime after that too when Gojo spoke two words for his ears to hear (-or his dick)—
Good Boy.
The praises were endless after that—
Every instructions followed came with a a bountiful of praise if he followed properly. Yuuji was pretty sure his teacher wanted to see him squirm more after he had too discovered that part of Yuuji that liked to hear those words.
"-so beautiful Yuuji. Such a good boy for me—"
And his headspace replied with words Yuuji never repeated once his clarity returned
Yes. A good boy just for you. Only for you.
A day came where Gojo managed to wrung out those words from him.
"—who are you good for Yuji? Hmm. Just for me and no one else right? Use your words, wont you, pretty little thing?—'"
Lust did thing to you that you normally wouldn’t.
The words repeated in his head came out louder than before---
"-Only for you, sensei—"
He let himself become more vocal after the praises he got for answering each time Gojo asked such things.
Words and instructions as his new normal led to newer experiments.
Before all he knew was his cock and a hand to make himself come. But Gojo took it to the next level when he taught Yuuji other methods to bring himself the same pleasure.
Gojo taught Yuuji what it meant to stimulate his prostate and wrung out his first ever dry orgasm from him.
Of course, that was the day when the invisible line between observation and touching broke between them.
To Yuuji who didn’t know where or how far to reach with his fingers, Gojo offered assistance.
Knowing how good his teacher made him feel with his instructions every time led him to agree easily.
That was how the man made him come from behind with three long fingers knuckle deep into his hole in just minutes.
Yuuji then learned much more after that. How a second body made the same act more pleasurable than before. With every new pleasure he discovered from the man, the liberties increased until Yuuji forgot every line that existed before.
Dicks rubbed together till they orgasmed at the same time. Yuuji could not complain when the blurring imaginations felt worthless compared to the real thing as he saw the blissed out expression on Gojo's face as the man climaxed. (--that was also the first time he saw the man's dick up close compared to his slightly smaller one and Yuuji realised how that veiny flesh was on a completely different level.)
Suddenly, not just his cock but his previously unused hole started to become an erogenous zone stimulated more easily with each new session.
Yuuji found himself unable to come by jerking off with his dick only.
That was when with the frustration of being unable to come led him to do something else.
He started to beg Gojo to give him the pleasure he had started to crave so badly.
Initially, the man immediately accepted the offer. Coming near Yuuji and helping him from the back and front as soon as he was asked.
Though as time passed, he prolonged it. Gojo did not touch Yuuji until all his pride and reason were lost and he was begging so desperately for release that tears could be seen falling from his eyes.
Only when the man seemed satisfied with the begging did he help Yuuji or even let him come.
Gojo taught Yuuji that prolonging his orgasmn led to it being more shiver racking.
So intructions became orders.
Yuuji started asking for permission to come.
"--can I please come sensei--"
Yuuji would start begging becoming desperate the moment he was banned from going further.
" Just a bit longer Yuuji. Such an obedient boy. Won't you just hold on a little more for me, hmm." Gojo would use praises knowing how they affected him.
It stopped being weird to him how he tried being obedient as soon as the white-haired man said such words.
Edging himself over and over until Gojo was satisfied.
And finally the order would come where the man would coax him into letting go.
Another mind shattering orgasm that tore at his defences more and more.
One thing led to another.
Yuuji had sex with Gojo for the first time.
He remembered being stretched by the man who had loosened his hole to accommodate four of his fingers by now. And suddenly just as he was about to reach the climax he was used too, Gojo immediately stopped his movements.
The slow torture continued until the man removed his fingers completely and Yuuji never thought he would feel as empty as he did at that moment.
Gojo had reached for his own erection with the same hands that was knuckle deep inside him seconds before. And as he found himself entranced by the man jerking himself off while maintining eye contact his hole twitched with need he never knew existed before.
It was like a siren's call how Gojo then locked his eyes with Yuuji and asked him the damning question in the same seductive way he had made Yuuji do a number of things before knowing full well that Yuuji couldn’t deny him when he spoke like that.
"—Do you need something from me Yuuji?—" the insuination so obvious yet sickeningly tempting.
His desperation leading him to do once more what the man wanted him to. Spelling out his compliance in that needy manner like he had been trained to do so multiple times.
"You, sensei. In-inside me", and the very next moment he was pinned down on the bed. Before he could even struggle due to the sudden restrained arms held tightly to the bed by the older man, Gojo had already started to push his tip inside.
Yuuji felt himself being filled to the brim with each push. (-Yuuji could swear it taking ages as he felt every inch of that weapon being sheathed inside him)
The pain of the intrusion momentarily making him want to tell the man to stop the very next second. Though as the man pulled out and rammed his cock inside with a harsh thrust, the tip kissing his prostrate, Yuuji lost the ability to think.
Only his arms reached out the man's back as his nails raked those pale shoulders while his legs wrapped around the mans torso with each thrust reaching deeper inside him.
Everything was visciously carnal after that. Gojo pounding into him so hard and rough that Yuuji could only moan louder and louder. To someone like him who had never had such a huge thing sheathed deep inside him, it was overwhelming.
Yuuji toed the line between pain and pleasure until every nerve in his body screamed in protest for what was to come.
"-such a good hole. Sucking me in so deep. Such a good slut for me aren’t you Yuuji--" Gojo would groan between thrusts degrading him and praising him at the same time.
Yuuji could only feel his vison blur with tears of pleasure as his mouth became unable to form words with each movement of the others cock inside him.
Instead each filthy word from the man's mouth made his intestines squeeze harder and spasm around the other's length.
"-deeper, faster, sen-sei, pl-ease", were the only words in between moans as drool started to trail from one side of his mouth due to the intense pleasure he was being subjected to.
And the man followed though with each demand as he reached deeper than ever before inside Yuuji and his movements becoming rapid while Gojo himself chasied his own pleasure alongside the boy underneath him.
"Call me by my name Yuuji", he grunted in between the thrusts as Yuuji came closer and closer to his incoming orgasm and soon enough the pink haired boy came with the repeated stimulation, his dick spurting ropes of cum sticking between both their abdomens.
"I am coming, Satoru-san" he had screamed just as he came. And as the older pulled out from him as they both slowly came down from riding the high of their joint orgasm, Yuuji realized how the man had come just after Yuuji had called out his name.
That was also the day Gojo sensei kissed Yuuji for the first time.
Sleepy from joining their bodies and held close to the warmth of another person he hadn’t felt for a long time, Yuuji found himself being easily guided by those large hands as they tilted his head up until their breaths aligned with one another.
Before he knew it, their gazes were towards each other and lips joined into something tender unlike the rough carnal session from before.
That night as Yuuji fell asleep in the man's arms, he dreamed of blue eyes and a toothy grin, his heart beating faster than ever before.
It started with one yes.
One yes that led to more demands.
As permissions came and went,
The lamb was already snared in the hunter's net.
Forgetful of when or how he was trapped;
As slowly all his senses became warped.
Until refusal felt foreign upon his tongue.
He could no longer remember;
Whether the threads had tightened,
Or he had simply grown accustomed to them.
To be continued.....