[ Satoru keeps his brows up at him, holding the staring contest for a few seconds before he cracks and grins. ] I'm sure I can find an innocent way to phrase the suggestion.
What should I be wearing while I pour sake into your mouth? Any requests? French maid outfit? Princess Leia-style loincloth? I can feed you grapes too.
We call the dead one Indo-san. Or I'm going to, anyway, for my own damn sanity. This one is Hikaru-kun.
I have no idea what Hikaru-kun can do. I don't know what he is. My concerns are mostly around the thing he said about when it 'gets bad' he stays in his room so he won't kill anyone. I doubt I promised to let him punch me, more like I challenged him to get strong enough to try or something. This would be back when I first met him, when I thought he was just a kid with crazy cursed energy levels and I was only half-interested in giving him some jujutsu lessons. Priorities have changed.
Edited (remembered he made a whole thing about what he was gonna call hikaru) 2026-01-31 21:06 (UTC)
If you're desperate to wear a skirt, Satoru, then don't let me stop you.
( It's playful, tongue-in-cheek. He listens to the rest of it more seriously, nods once. )
That makes sense. I'll remember to use Hikaru. ( The dead one. His lips purse, then he lets it go. ) All right, another student. I'll find out if it's another mouth to feed or not. We'll see. Are there any other worries? Are you frightened I might start gnawing on the other Outsiders too?
Loincloth isn't a skirt, loincloths are very manly. Very caveman. But, like, silk. And glamorous. Do you not have any weird fetishes? Ooh, what about catboy? I'd be cute.
Anyway, no, you said you were on a diet and like you said, you haven't eaten Choso. I was more worried about you eradicating the ... entity, really, if you ... [ As he thinks about this he finds he doesn't actually have a particularly clear hypothetical situation that sounds at all likely. ] I don't even know what I was worried about, Suguru. It was more like, just ... it gave me a really bad shock.
And on occasion you have been known to ... react dramatically to things that upset you.
You've had several shocks these last few weeks. Do you want to talk about it yet? I don't mind talking about loincloth too, but I'd like to help if you need it.
Pah, no, I'm fine. Megumi should probably go to therapy, I think he would benefit from talking to someone but I'm planning to continue repressing my trauma and instead focus on important things like cake and interrogating my boyfriend for his weird fetishes. Come on, no weird fetishes? It's your birthday. You can make requests.
[ In search of immediate distraction, Satoru gets off the bed and goes in search of any candy stashed around the room. ]
I've never thought about it. Not loincloths, I don't think. ( He did once buy a knife from Muramasa with the intent to cattily threaten to stab Satoru with it, but he doesn't think that would work in this instance. He was being an asshole at the time. ) Do you want to wear one?
Hm. [ Satoru considers whether he brought this up out of his own desires, and is surprised that he has to think about it. ]
No. [ Tentatively. ] Hm.
[ He sits down again with a bag of peach rings and chews on one as he thinks. ]
No. [ More confident this time. ] What I want is the game. [ He gestures decisively with a peach ring. ] The playfulness. Wearing something like that would be funny. It would let me tease and flirt, particularly if it was something you were into. That's what I'm really after. Just one more way to tease and flirt and play together with you.
( It isn't much of a confession, he knows Satoru is probably aware of it. )
I think I'd like dressing up. I like when you look at me. ( Lazily he flicks his hair over his shoulder, affects coy, long eyelashes sweeping. ) So I understand the sentiment, but it doesn't have to be any particular outfit for me to want to watch you. If you wanted to wear a costume, I'd find it appealing. I like that part the most. Providing something you have a craving for.
( He's less sure of what he likes himself beyond that. Largely uninterested without Satoru to stoke the flames. )
Figured I'd dress up for your birthday. [ Satoru flashes him a grin, leaves him to wonder exactly what he has in mind for this. Decent enough to be around the children, certainly. ]
I'll think about the rest of it. We've already kind of discussed that we can just ... try things. See what we like. I haven't had a lot of sex, so I never got into anything all that creative.
Might try that collar, though. Since we both like it when you get a little possessive. And I think you do like the power of making me behave, especially since you're the only one who can. [ He smirks, all heat and challenge. ]
[ Satoru goes still with a peach ring halfway to his open mouth. His cheeks flood with color and he blinks twice in the face of that smile, interested chills prickling over his back.
Eyes tracking every one of Suguru's movements, the flex of his muscles under fabric as he stretches, Satoru hesitates briefly at the question and then nods. He manages to close his mouth, but the hand with the peach ring is still uplifted, forgotten. ]
Only for you. [ Blushing, indignant, and yet still utterly entranced.
He nods again, clears his throat, and manages to verbalize his request. ] Yeah. Collar. Loop at the front you can hook your finger through. Maybe a leash, I’m less certain about that.
I’ll pick something up for your birthday. Unless you want to go shopping for it together.
( There's clear intrigue about the idea. Satoru mentions a loop and his fingers twist. The leash he wouldn't mind either, but it does pose a question. )
Is this a - ah - I don't know the word for it.
( Listen, he did a deep dive on sadism once when the previous version of Gojo told him he liked sex when it was a fight, but then he'd gotten embarrassed and pretended he hadn't. )
Hm. [ Satoru has to think about it again, propping his chin in a hand. ] I ... don't think so? Or maybe as a 'not yet' thing. I'm open to trying it--I did make that catboy joke--but I genuinely don't have a sense of whether I'm into it as more than a joke, more than just ... seeing sexy catgirls is pretty common so I'm culturally primed to think of it as sexy. [ Satoru smirks at himself for using the words 'culturally primed' in a conversation about their kinks. ]
It's just more like a claim thing. Like I belong to you. Maybe that makes me your human pet. I do like it when you pet my hair. [ Satoru grins at him for a minute and then digs in the bag for another candy. ] Oh, what flavor of cake do you want?
( With the tone of someone who is also from the same culture and never once found catgirls appealing. Though maybe that said something about him that he didn't know then. )
Whatever you think the children will appreciate the most. ( Easy, maybe a little distracted. He's still thinking about pet play. Also he doesn't really have a preference these days. His sense of taste has been doing a little better without the continual assault of curses, but it's still not one hundred percent. ) If it's a case of claim then I should come with you to pick. But you're still your own man.
( Semi-stubborn. Old habit. Satoru has always belonged to others in ways he didn't like. A weapon, an object. He's protective of his choices now. )
[ Satoru just looks amused at this stipulation. ] Sure, because me being weak-willed and easily swayed has always been a real problem.
Obviously I'm still my own man. We're partners. We support each other, but we always still maintain our own will and decisions.
[ Satoru leans over and catches Suguru's chin, claiming a brief kiss before letting go. ] Now go talk to Hikaru. I'll check in with Megumi. Let me know if you need anything, or else I'll see you at dinner. [ He knows that they're going to get distracted into sex again if they don't wrap this up promptly, and the children are probably on tenterhooks.
Rising to his feet, Satoru wiggles his fingers to wave farewell. ]
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What should I be wearing while I pour sake into your mouth? Any requests? French maid outfit? Princess Leia-style loincloth? I can feed you grapes too.
We call the dead one Indo-san. Or I'm going to, anyway, for my own damn sanity. This one is Hikaru-kun.
I have no idea what Hikaru-kun can do. I don't know what he is. My concerns are mostly around the thing he said about when it 'gets bad' he stays in his room so he won't kill anyone. I doubt I promised to let him punch me, more like I challenged him to get strong enough to try or something. This would be back when I first met him, when I thought he was just a kid with crazy cursed energy levels and I was only half-interested in giving him some jujutsu lessons. Priorities have changed.
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( It's playful, tongue-in-cheek. He listens to the rest of it more seriously, nods once. )
That makes sense. I'll remember to use Hikaru. ( The dead one. His lips purse, then he lets it go. ) All right, another student. I'll find out if it's another mouth to feed or not. We'll see. Are there any other worries? Are you frightened I might start gnawing on the other Outsiders too?
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Anyway, no, you said you were on a diet and like you said, you haven't eaten Choso. I was more worried about you eradicating the ... entity, really, if you ... [ As he thinks about this he finds he doesn't actually have a particularly clear hypothetical situation that sounds at all likely. ] I don't even know what I was worried about, Suguru. It was more like, just ... it gave me a really bad shock.
And on occasion you have been known to ... react dramatically to things that upset you.
[ Itty bitty wee lil massacre. ]
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Fair.
( And, more carefully. )
You've had several shocks these last few weeks. Do you want to talk about it yet? I don't mind talking about loincloth too, but I'd like to help if you need it.
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[ In search of immediate distraction, Satoru gets off the bed and goes in search of any candy stashed around the room. ]
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( Like he's about to fall headlong into a trap. )
I've never thought about it. Not loincloths, I don't think. ( He did once buy a knife from Muramasa with the intent to cattily threaten to stab Satoru with it, but he doesn't think that would work in this instance. He was being an asshole at the time. ) Do you want to wear one?
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No. [ Tentatively. ] Hm.
[ He sits down again with a bag of peach rings and chews on one as he thinks. ]
No. [ More confident this time. ] What I want is the game. [ He gestures decisively with a peach ring. ] The playfulness. Wearing something like that would be funny. It would let me tease and flirt, particularly if it was something you were into. That's what I'm really after. Just one more way to tease and flirt and play together with you.
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( It isn't much of a confession, he knows Satoru is probably aware of it. )
I think I'd like dressing up. I like when you look at me. ( Lazily he flicks his hair over his shoulder, affects coy, long eyelashes sweeping. ) So I understand the sentiment, but it doesn't have to be any particular outfit for me to want to watch you. If you wanted to wear a costume, I'd find it appealing. I like that part the most. Providing something you have a craving for.
( He's less sure of what he likes himself beyond that. Largely uninterested without Satoru to stoke the flames. )
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I'll think about the rest of it. We've already kind of discussed that we can just ... try things. See what we like. I haven't had a lot of sex, so I never got into anything all that creative.
Might try that collar, though. Since we both like it when you get a little possessive. And I think you do like the power of making me behave, especially since you're the only one who can. [ He smirks, all heat and challenge. ]
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( His smile is bright, a little toothy. )
We can do whatever you like. We have time. ( He stretches, feline and almost lazy. ) So, a collar?
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Eyes tracking every one of Suguru's movements, the flex of his muscles under fabric as he stretches, Satoru hesitates briefly at the question and then nods. He manages to close his mouth, but the hand with the peach ring is still uplifted, forgotten. ]
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You're so easy.
( He likes it a lot. )
Aren't you going to answer?
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He nods again, clears his throat, and manages to verbalize his request. ] Yeah. Collar. Loop at the front you can hook your finger through. Maybe a leash, I’m less certain about that.
I’ll pick something up for your birthday. Unless you want to go shopping for it together.
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Is this a - ah - I don't know the word for it.
( Listen, he did a deep dive on sadism once when the previous version of Gojo told him he liked sex when it was a fight, but then he'd gotten embarrassed and pretended he hadn't. )
A pet thing?
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It's just more like a claim thing. Like I belong to you. Maybe that makes me your human pet. I do like it when you pet my hair. [ Satoru grins at him for a minute and then digs in the bag for another candy. ] Oh, what flavor of cake do you want?
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( With the tone of someone who is also from the same culture and never once found catgirls appealing. Though maybe that said something about him that he didn't know then. )
Whatever you think the children will appreciate the most. ( Easy, maybe a little distracted. He's still thinking about pet play. Also he doesn't really have a preference these days. His sense of taste has been doing a little better without the continual assault of curses, but it's still not one hundred percent. ) If it's a case of claim then I should come with you to pick. But you're still your own man.
( Semi-stubborn. Old habit. Satoru has always belonged to others in ways he didn't like. A weapon, an object. He's protective of his choices now. )
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Obviously I'm still my own man. We're partners. We support each other, but we always still maintain our own will and decisions.
[ Satoru leans over and catches Suguru's chin, claiming a brief kiss before letting go. ] Now go talk to Hikaru. I'll check in with Megumi. Let me know if you need anything, or else I'll see you at dinner. [ He knows that they're going to get distracted into sex again if they don't wrap this up promptly, and the children are probably on tenterhooks.
Rising to his feet, Satoru wiggles his fingers to wave farewell. ]