as his hips stutter against Yuuji’s. Despite fucking him several times before whenever Gojo eyes fall on Yuuji whenever he touches his bare hips and supple thighs and sink in his warm wet pussy he always reacts like it’s the very first time ever, like a virgin.

When Gojo took Yuuji’s virginity he was the one crying and clinging to Yuuji and pampering him with kisses while Yuuji laid there confused and giggly, comforting his sensei when he was the one who lost his virginity that day. And since then, Yuuji realised that Gojo is far more

emotional and sensitive than he thought he was. He knew Gojo having his infinity up all the time with nothing touching him for extended periods of time might affect the way his skin reacted to touch… but this? This was a new level Yuuji couldn’t even predict.

Gojo being a crier? And a vocal one during sex at that? Yuuji wasn’t complaining, he thinks its cute, way too endearing and somehow also a complete turn on for him; the way Gojo moans atop him, whimpering and trembling so hard he has to hold him. He’s so cute…

It means Gojo must love Yuuji so much if he was making such noises whenever he’s close to Yuuji’s bare skin! It means Yuuji is attractive and likeable! Two things he never thought he had before. But Gojo was the only one he allowed to show himself to, to open up nude body n soul

Shying away and expecting judgement or disgust at the different way he way built, wetness seeping sweet from between his legs as he waits for Gojo to just… up and leave. Instead Gojo cried till his eyes burned red. Yuuji joined him then when Gojo called him beautiful.

Gojo was short on words and struggled to express to Yuuji just how magnificent he thinks he is, how much of a treasure, how sweet and kind and ever so pretty. His tears and the love he made to Yuuji was enough, he didn’t need any extra words to explain, Yuuji understands,

Yuuji always understands him, sometimes way too much he fears he must be reading his mind. And so when Yuuji didn’t pull away from him and instead wiped away the snoot and tears Gojo’s chest opened wide and heart fell apart at Yuuji’s feet, vulnerable and adoring.

Since then Gojo lets his voice and moans and tears tell Yuuji everything he feels as he thrusts deep inside him. Sometimes he just cries, chocked sobs catching in his throat as he tells Yuuji how he loves him he loves him he loves him. Sometimes the tears were silent,

droplets of rain on pale cheek, rosy with Yuuji’s warmth; a sun brushing along his cloudy canvas. Sometimes he moans, desperate sounds laced with raw need and urgency as he drills mercilessly into Yuuji. Sometimes they’re drawn out, dragged on and high, usually followed by Gojo

begging and pleading with Yuuji for more, to go deeper, to let him cum deep inside, to keep him, to never leave him. These are the days followed up by Gojo clinging to him, at times nestling deep inside and pushing his cum deeper into Yuuji, sniffling as he promises to keep them

deep inside his womb so Yuuji can never, ever leave! Yuuji lets him, part amused and many endeared. He promises Gojo he won’t ever leave him, repeats it so much Gojo doesn’t even ask him to tell him because it’s always there, ready on his tongue, light with how easy his love for

him is and heavy with a promise he’ll forever keep. But sometimes… somedays when Gojo comes back from a long mission collapsing into Yuuji he ruts on him, hips jerking frantically as he drools and heaves hot grunts against Yuuji’s ear till he makes a mess of his pants they soak

through Yuuji’s, collapsing with exhaustion on Yuuji’s lap, letting himself go, open, safe. Yet one day remains the most heartbreaking and sweetest of all. Gojo had come back from a mission that lasted a couple weeks with zero contact. When he returned he refused to take off

blindfold, avoiding Yuuji’s gaze and Yuuji all together. Not patting his head in greeting or even a kiss, not eating the meal he prepared for him, not sitting next to him or laying his head on his lap till Yuuji sung him to sleep. It pulled quiet sobs from Yuuji alone that night

when he laid alone in bed. Gojo had heard, six eyes so sensitive to Yuuji. He had ran to the room, broke the door open and engulfed Yuuji in the tightest embrace and immediately burst into tears. The most heart wrenching cry ripped from his chest as uncontrollable tears ran down

his cheeks, booming sobs echoed in Yuuji’s ears as he wiped his own and held Gojo back. “I’m s-sorry I’m sorry I’m so—“ choking on tears, “so sorry baby…my baby I—please don’t cry, don’t cry Yuuji—oh I will never forgive myself, g-god sweetheart forgive your sensei, please—“

Yuuji’s heart broke for him. He asked and Gojo told him how his mission was supposed to be a few days at most, how he was just pushed from one location to the other, he hadn’t slept in days, hadn’t eaten. Then they sent him to a village…the village that burned eleven years ago

He said something about a friend, bad memories, dry heaving into the bushes and hurting too much with all this and the ache of missing Yuuji set him off, killing every living thing remotely close to it. The shame and guilt was eating at him. He feared Yuuji would leave him.

Yuuji only managed to calm him with soft coos, coaxed him up with kisses, filling him up with the warmth his cold limbs longed for. A few kisses later with convincing him he was a good person and that Yuuji would never leave does Gojo calm down enough to palm Yuuji’s tummy,

trembling violently as he pushes him down the bed and caresses him and kneads his thighs till Yuuji was soaking wet, tenderly yearning for him. When Gojo fucks him that night he does so ever so gently, crying still in the nook of his neck as he rolls his hips into Yuuji’s

comforting heat, cuming inside of him with a breathy gasp before collapsing into him. “You’re so brave…my strongest…you did well Satoru.” Yuuji just held him, whispering loving words into his ears as he caressed his hair drowning his whimpers with the softest hums, sending

Gojo into the longest, calmest sleep of his life. Since then, everything shifted; Gojo got even more shamelessly vocal, sounds varying from groans and whines and moans, whimpering at Yuuji’s gentlest of touches, blue eyes wide and gleaming like a puppy at him, seeking nothing

But Yuuji’s approval and warmth. No matter how hard he fucked into his cunt or for how long he ate Yuuji’s pussy till he sobs and scream or how slowly he takes him, Gojo remains too loud about the pleasure Yuuji gave him, from his body second and his heart and its unending

and undying acceptance adoration first. “I love you Yuuji, you’re the only one for me my darling…perfectly created for me… what did I ever do to deserve you hm? My good, good boy…god f-fuck I love you so much baby— does it feel good? Feel nice sweetheart?” Yuuji just giggles

little whimpers escaping his pink lips as he clings to Gojo with all that he has, lets him have him, melting into his sounds and thrusts, clenching around his dick and milking him to hear him moan and whine for him some more. Gojo Satoru sounds the sweetest fucking him silly.