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Okkotsu Yuuta didn’t know what to make of the chaotic scene in front of him, featuring two teenage boys and a Panda dressed in school girl clothing that didn’t fit either of them, surrounded by classmates who were either consumed by rage, hilarity or obvious mortification. Fushiguro was already disappearing off somewhere without a word and it wasn’t long until Gojo had warped away, as well, Kugisaki still hammering away at the invisible shield right up until the moment he disappeared.
The redheaded girl turned around to face the remaining four boys with a harsh glare, Itadori still trying and failing to hold in his laughter, Panda admiring himself in the girl’s uniform jacket that he was adorned with. Okkotsu was ready to bow his head and apologize on behalf of the other three, but Kugisaki was already starting in on her tirade toward Panda. In her defense, it wasn’t particularly unjustified. Okkotsu sighed and turned his head toward the purple eyed boy on his right, still wheezing slightly, but largely recovered from the blow to his stomach moments earlier. Kugisaki didn’t look it, but she clearly did pack a punch.
Okkotsu reached out and placed a hand on Inumaki’s shoulder and sighed.
“Let’s head back to your room?” Inumaki nodded slightly, keeping his usual calm demeanor, but Okkotsu could tell by the crinkle of his eyes that Inumaki was smiling behind his collar.
“Salmon.”
They walked together along the short path to the second year dorms.
“Honestly, Toge, I think sometimes you take these pranks too far. You must have known how Kugisaki-san would react,” Okkotsu rubbed the back of his neck, voice soft and considering. Although, Kugisaki really did let herself riled up too easily, and it really made her the perfect target for these kinds of childish shenanigans. Okkotsu’s eyes strayed to the skirt clinging to his Inumaki’s hips. “Make sure to properly apologize to her and Maki-san, all right?”
Inumaki just blinked up at him innocently as if he had no idea what he was talking about and Okkotsu couldn’t help the smile that started to spread across his face.
It was times like these when they would stroll through campus and quietly admire Inumaki’s horticultural work that Okkotsu enjoyed the most. Entering the school with Inumaki, Maki and Panda had been such a whirlwind that the rare peaceful moments that he could share with his boyfriend were their own reward, simply soaking up the beautiful scenery around him, but something else was pulling his attention at the moment.
Maki’s skirt was riding up rather high on Inumaki’s toned thighs. They were alone, but they were still out in the open and he turned his gaze away.
“I wonder if Fushiguro-kun will be all right,” Okkotsu hummed thoughtfully to himself, looking up at the sky, the slightest hesitancy to his words. “Gojo-kun seemed like he was still looking to cause more trouble…”
“Tuna?” Inumaki’s voice was heavy with skepticism and the look he sent him was almost disparaging. He could almost hear the, “Really?” hidden beneath.
“Ah, you think it’s mutual…?” Okkotsu blinked. “Well, I suppose Fushiguro-kun isn’t the type to talk about that kind of thing openly…”
“Salmon, salmon.”
Okkotsu was genuinely a bit concerned about his juniors, but the conversation was mostly a facade to carry them back to their destination. He was one of the few people that Toge could speak openly to without fear of his cursed speech backfiring; Okkotsu was tough enough now that an accidental slip of the tongue wasn’t going to cause him any damage, and if things really went awry, he could always heal himself or Toge without issue. Still, Toge had gotten quite used to his own personal vocabulary, and having known each other and spent plenty of time by themselves for the past year, the need for using standard Japanese rarely appeared.
They had reached the building by now and were already stepping into the dormitories. Now all sounds of the outdoors were cut off, it was just the two of them and the tranquil silence had shifted into something more charged. Toge had already started taking off his uniform jacket, zipper slipping down tooth by tooth to reveal his light pink lips and ivory skin, contrasted by the stark black sigil marks traveling along his jawline.
“Toge…”
Okkotsu’s voice was still soft, but it was slightly more strained, as if he was trying to hold back. There was an intensity to it now.
“How long are you going to keep wearing that skirt?”
Toge took on a sly smile.
“Yuuta… you're not going to take it off for me...?”
Okkotsu shuddered. The voice was low and even and smooth as velvet. There was no cursed energy behind the statement; that wasn’t exactly how Toge’s technique worked, the power was imbued in his commands, not his voice. But still, every time he heard him speak in private, it sent shivers down his spine.
Okkotsu’s hands found Toge’s shoulders, slipped the jacket further down his arms until it fell to the floor, fingers now wrapped around the narrow hips. Toge had been wearing just a thin, loose black tanktop underneath and it hung low enough that from his current position, Okkotsu only had to look down and see two perfect pink nipples poking out from behind the fabric.
“You’re seriously too much,” he groaned and then gripped more tightly onto the other boy’s waist, pulling him in and then twisting him around so that Toge was pressed up against the edge of the bed, Okkotsu flush against his backside.
“This was your idea of ‘a prank’?” Yuuta’s voice was harsher now, “Are you sure you weren’t doing this on purpose? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted, Toge?”
Toge let out a soft hum, voice pitching upwards, and pushed back against Yuuta, practically grinding into his crotch. Yuuta could feel himself getting hard, but remained motionless. If Toge was going to play these games, he needed to know that there would be consequences, after all. He let out a sigh and pushed his hand on Toge’s lower back, all signs of his usual gentleness lost. Yuuta didn’t think he was all that strong, but one hand was enough to have Toge fall onto the bed, face pressed into the blankets. Maybe he used more force than he realized or maybe Toge was just that desperate.
The black fabric of the tanktop had ridden up and Yuuta was granted the stunning view of the pale plane of Inumaki’s back. Most sorcerers had at least a few scars by the time they reached their age, but Inumaki’s skin was largely unblemished, beautiful and smooth and almost pearlescent. More than once, Yuuta had the urge to mark it thoroughly, to leave scratches from grasping too tight, bruises from fingertips, wanted to decorate his shoulder blades with the imprint of his teeth, until no one could ever see Inumaki undressed without seeing Yuuta’s handiwork.
He settled for just tracing his hands possessively along the smooth skin, goosebumps raising beneath his fingers as he moved. Toge shifted his hips and there was the tiniest hint of a whine leaking out from the bed below him. The sound was like honey.
Without warning, Yuuta pulled at the zipper on Inumaki’s hip, then shimmied the skirt and his underwear down Inumaki’s toned thighs, then calves, then over his ankles, making sure they didn’t catch on his compression socks. There was a sharp gasp and Yuuta could see Toge’s toes clench at the burst of cool air. He gave a silent apology to Maki as he tossed the pieces of cloth aside, landing on the floor several feet to their left.
The whimper was more pronounced this time and Yuuta bit his lip and Toge shifted backwards, trying to press himself up against Yuuta’s steadily growing erection. It would be so easy to throw patience aside and just take the cursed speech user right now. He recalled the fervent, clumsy fumbling from when they started meeting privately in first year. Yuuta had been a bundle of nerves at the time, with all the patience you’d expect of a virgin who hadn’t so much as held hands with a girl since he was six years old. He looked back on those first encounters with almost a sense of nostalgia, the thrill of everything new, discovering each other's tells, what made the both of them tick, but he’d like to think he’d matured a bit since then, with a bit more patience to let these moments last.
Toge was still trying to rut back into Yuuta and he gave a quick slap against his ass cheek in warning. It was just a controlled thing, meant to sting only slightly, not actually punish, but Toge let out a pleading moan anyway.
“You have to wait, baby,” Yuuta murmured softly. “Do you really think you deserve a reward, after that performance?”
Yuuta stepped away from the bed and walked leisurely to the bedside drawer, leaving the smaller boy squirming in anticipation.
“Honestly, Toge, we’re supposed to be the senpai here. What kind of example are you setting for the first years?”
He knew exactly where the lube was in the drawer, but he took his time sifting through the contents, drawing out his search until he knew Toge would be desperate and leaking. He knew taking his time would only give Toge more satisfaction in the end, even if he had to suffer a bit now. It hadn’t taken much time in their initial explorations for them to realize that the boy enjoyed a little bit of pain along with pleasure and it had triggered something like an awakening for Yuuta himself.
He moved back in position at the end of the bed and ran his thumb idly over Toge’s crevice and chuckled fondly as he watched the muscles clench, as if Toge was trying to open himself up for Yuuta by pure force.
“So eager.” He gave another light slap, thoughtfully.
“Yuuta… please…” Toge was panting more than a little bit at this point and Yuuta felt the familiar tingling traveling down his vertebrae.
“Touch me…” called out the soft voice from the bed and this time the words were accompanied with a slight burst of cursed energy. Yuuta was more than powerful enough to resist, but he could still feel the intent coursing through him, just the slightest shift in his will.
“Ah, you know that’s not allowed, Toge,” he chastised, and spanked him once again, this time a bit harder. There probably would be a mark this time. “You do need to be punished after all, don’t you?”
He’d made Toge wait long enough at this point, after all, and he was starting to lose his grip on his own patience, dick throbbing inside his uniform now. He dipped his fingers into the lubricant and then spread Toge out, one finger pushing in, then two, then three, with almost no resistance. It was warm and soft to his touch. He almost laughed.
“I can’t believe you… You already prepped in advance before parading yourself around in front of our classmates like that…” Yuuta huffed. “Did you really need my cock that badly, Toge?”
The silver haired boy’s face was still buried in the futon, but he was nodding his head furiously.
“Roll over, baby.”
Toge’s face was a mess, droplets of tears streaking down his cheeks and saliva gathering at the edges of his mouth and Yuuta groaned outright this time, finally unzipping and slipping on the condom he had grabbed from the stash, blood pumping fast, pressing his tip up against Toge’s hole. The positioning was slightly more awkward when they fucked like this, Toge’s legs pushed up into the air resting against Yuuta’s upper body, but Toge had plenty of core strength, and the view was more than worth it. He pulled Toge’s shirt roughly over his head, the boy’s arms splayed on the bed above him, accommodating the movement without thinking, and Yuuta’s eyes traveled hungrily over Toge’s beautiful face with his amethyst gaze, trailing down his sculpted muscles, perfectly proportioned, and landing on his pretty cock, as hard as Yuuta was now, and more than a little wet at the tip.
Even if he wanted to hold out longer, Yuuta didn’t think he would be able to. Without further ado, he thrust into the boy below him, who cried out almost instantly, before Yuuta could even hit that cluster of nerves that he knew would really drive him wild. He adored seeing Toge like this more than anything. Toge’s entire life was an exercise in restraint, holding back, only letting loose enough to protect the people around him. It was one of the things he cherished and respected most about him, his gentle nature, his consideration of others, but seeing him lose all restraint when they were all alone together was like a dopamine hit all on its own.
Yuuta kept his pace varied, speeding up and then slowing down as needed to keep the boy on edge, savoring the feeling of Toge clenching around him, feeling the jolts and shudders as he rocked him back and forth on his cock. He could honestly fuck him all day like this and he didn’t think Toge would complain, but the noises coming from beneath him were getting so needy that he finally took pity on the boy and wrapped his fist around Toge’s erection, while Yuuta stayed buried deep within him. He could feel his heart pounding, his balls tightening.
He jerked his hand in tandem with his thrusts, steady and firm until he heard his name being cried out from below along with several sushi ingredients and something completely unintelligible, lost to throes of ecstasy. Hearing that sound along with the sensation of Toge wrapped around him was enough to bring them both to simultaneous climax. The condom caught all of Yuuta’s sperm, but Toge was completely bare except for his socks and the resulting mess splashed over his warm skin.
For a few moments, the only noise in the room was their heavy breathing. Then Yuuta put his knee carefully up on the bed, so that he could lean over, speckling his boyfriend’s face and chest with tender kisses and quiet praise. It would be a few minutes before Toge would be able to get enough strength to get up, his legs would be like jelly at the moment, but Yuuta was happy to lay together briefly, holding him tightly, feeling his chest rise and fall against him. The warmth of their bodies pressed together was the only thing that mattered in that moment, Toge's head tucked into Yuuta's chest, breath ghosting his collarbones.
It wasn’t long, though, before they both started to move, readying themselves to get out of bed. It was late in the day and it wouldn’t be long before their classmates would be gathering for dinner. Of course, they didn’t have to join them, but Yuuta had developed something like an odd sense of responsibility for the first years and Maki had berated him more than once for acting like some kind of kindergarten teacher.
“Should we get you cleaned up, Toge?” Yuuta whispered quietly directly into his ear, and the other boy responded with a quiet “salmon, salmon” already switched back into his usual way of speaking.
Okkotsu stripped casually and they both slipped into the shower stall located in Inumaki’s dorm room, the water cool and refreshing, breaking them out of the hazy reverie that sex often left them in. Okkotsu knew that Inumaki liked it when he was rough, but he also knew the gentle caresses that they shared in these intimate moments were just as treasured by both of them. They kissed under the warm waterfall before cleaning off in earnest and stepping out of the stream, holding onto each other for just a moment longer.
They both dressed and Okkotsu let his eyes linger on the slender boy pulling on his uniform.
“Ah, it’s about time to meet up with the others… but how are you doing?” Okkotsu kept his voice gentle. “Should we take a short walk first, to make sure your body is feeling all right?”
Inumaki rolled his eyes, as if Okkotsu was being ridiculous, but Okkotsu couldn’t help wanting to mollycoddle him. There was always a tiny part of him that felt guilty after pushing Toge to his limits like this. In the end, the purple eyed boy just nodded and smiled, and Okkotsu couldn’t help but think he was in the presence of an angel.
Just then they both heard a soft knocking coming from outside, although it sounded like it was coming from the next door over, rather than the room they were currently occupying. Okkotsu blinked in surprise and then looked at Inumaki who just shrugged nonchalantly and pulled up the collar on his uniform.
Poking his head outside, he was greeted by the slightly hesitant figure of one of his juniors, who turned to look at Okkotsu in surprise.
“Fushiguro-kun, this is rare,” Okkotsu smiled. “What’s up?”
And he couldn’t see it, but there was a bright smile and a gentle gaze trained on him the whole time from the boy happily perched on the bed behind him.