gojo panics, cheeks blazing, backtracking immediately “hypothetically of co-” when getos fingers close around his own, thumb brushing his knuckles voice rough and low “well what do you want help with?” gojo swallows, wide-eyed as he refuses eye contact —

“won’t this ruin us? i don’t wanna fuck up our friendship,” he admits a nervous giggle erupting from his throat before geto cups his face, leaning in until their breaths mingle “just tell me what you want. i’ll give it to you.” gojo almost says fuck me. almost. —

instead he smirks lazily, feigning his usual arrogance “some relief you so graciously offered” as his hand slides up getos chest, slow, teasing. geto stares at his mouth, practically panting with one thought hammering through his head fuck. fuck. fuck. —

it takes only 5 seconds before geto snaps, slamming their mouths together like he’s starved, tongue plunging deep into gojos mouth, teeth clashing, lips bruise, saliva slick down their chins. gojo grinds down into getos lap without thought, shameless and messy, swallowing every —

groan coming from his mouth. geto fists his shirt, dragging him closer, licking a stripe up his throat before biting down. voice shredded against his veins “you keep grinding like that and i’m not gonna stop” gojo shivers, panting, “that’s kinda the point suguru” —

geto growls, hand sliding under gojos shirt, dragging nails across pale skin. gojo arches, gasping, face red. his own hand hovers then dares lower brushing against getos waistband. geto grabs his wrist, pressing it against his clothed cock, hot and straining —

gojos breath stutters “ah s-shit” geto bites his lip, groaning at the sight of gojo looking at him with big doe eyes, lips swollen and hand clumsy but eager against him “you wanted a lesson?” geto pants “then feel what you’re doing to me” —

gojo strokes through the fabric, messy but desperate “like this?” he asks with a shaky grin “f-fuck yeah, just like that” geto groans, hips bucking. gojo preens proud, “told you i’m a genius” before squeaking when geto flips him, pinning him to the couch —

geto devours his mouth, hand sliding into gojos sweats, wrapping him up in a fist that makes gojo cry out whining into getos mouth “s-suguru holy shit—” he gasps, rutting into his palm, thighs trembling as geto growls in his ear “first lesson? learn how good I can make you feel.”

@yaoihag YESSSSS YES YES YES nerdjo oh my baby

@yaoihag move geto it’s my turn now

@yaoihag HEYY THIS WAS SO HOT