You look very hot with eyeliner on, [ Satoru agrees amenably. He thinks Suguru will look hot even with tear-streaked eyeliner, but he's absolutely going to tease him if that happens.
Letting Suguru put the ring on him, Satoru beams back at his partner, warm and happy, pleased with the results of his plan. ] I love you, Suguru.
[ Once the rings are on, Satoru loops his arms around Suguru's waist, hugging him close and nuzzling their heads together. ] I have absolutely no plan for how we're going to tell the children, though. My inclination is to just say nothing and when they start asking about the rings act like they should already know this, like, what are you talking about of course I'm wearing a wedding ring.
That's exactly the sort of thing I mean. [ He's so glad that Suguru's on board with this plan, which involves trolling the children and doing everything they can to avoid an actual wedding celebration.
Blushing as Suguru cups his face, Satoru looks momentarily shy before his grin returns and he leans in to take that kiss. His arms squeeze tight around Suguru's waist, grateful that his proposal has gone well and Suguru is happy and they're together. They're always going to be together. He's determined. ]
( He tries to pour everything he can't say into the kiss, all the love he holds, the trust, the relief. They've taken a long road to get here, hurt each other in the process, died cowardly. But now here they are. A team. In love.
Married.
His hands slip. One to Satoru's hair, the other back round his waist, holding him gently. He pulls away and his eyes are bright, his mouth still wobbly. He looks happy though. )
Thank you. For being here. For not giving up. I want to love you for the rest of time, Satoru. I want us to be together.
He can't resist, and Satoru has always been the sort to be overwhelmed by having emotions that are too intense to deal with in civilized, sitting-still ways. So he pounces, knocking Suguru down on his back and then rolling so that Suguru's on top. ]
We will. [ He beams up at his husband, unspeakably happy. ] We'll rewrite the fabric of the universe if we've gotta. Nothing's going to tear us apart. [ He knows that neither of them can guarantee that, not really. Things have always been unpredictable.
( He lets Satoru manhandle them both, beaming down at him with the black curtain of his hair obscuring the ocean. One hand slips into that open shirt, fingers spider walking up his side. His palm splays, thumb stroking the lines of his ribs, gaze home warmly keen. )
You would, wouldn't you?
( Rewrite the world just for them.
He can't help but lean in, kiss deeper, more intent. There's no one around for miles, and so he doesn't stop himself. There's something burning up inside of him now, a desire to prove himself, teeth catching a plush bottom lip and his hips shifting, knee wedging between Satoru's own. )
There are other things newlyweds do. ( His voice low, sly. ) What do you think, Satoru?
[ Satoru's breath hitches as Suguru's hand begins its ticklish ascent. He twitches under his husband, jolting each time Suguru finds a particularly ticklish spot, but his cock hardens swiftly in response to this teasing. ]
Yeah. [ Breathy, and his gaze is a little bit dazed as he stares up at his husband, hopelessly besotted. He tips his head up into the kiss, moaning hungrily, and slides his hands into Suguru's silky dark hair. ]
Oh, yeah. Definitely gotta consummate. [ Then he laughs. ] I didn't bring lube. Did you? [ Satoru had thought about the grand gesture part of this, and very few of the practicalities. His bag contained nothing but the blanket and the ring box. ]
( His voice is still devious. He rises to a kneel as fluidly as the waves, reaches for his own bag to rifle through it. The bottle drops neatly on to Satoru's bare chest, Suguru's triumphant grin devastating. )
Maybe I didn't anticipate the journey but I know how these things usually end. Aren't you glad you married someone so prepared?
I'm glad I married you, [ Satoru agrees happily, resting his arms behind his head as he gazes up at his husband with hopeless adoration, especially at the sight of Suguru's grin. ] And I'm glad that you are who you are.
Did you suspect at all--or even hope--what I was up to today, or was it a total surprise? [ He grins, still entirely triumphant about his own success. ]
( It's genuine. He settles back easily, hands splaying over the other man's chest, gaze keen. )
I was going to talk to you about it. I wanted to know if it was something you'd like. I just hadn't worked up to it yet. ( The uncertainty. Satoru has put that to bed now though. ) I didn't know if we were the type. Did you?
Though, ] It was what you said. When I didn't have my memory. If you want a ring you'll have to tell me. Like I said, I kept thinking about it. There was something to your phrasing. The implication that if I wanted it, you'd give that to me.
Before that, it was only in my head as something that would happen eventually. I thought maybe it was too soon. Maybe we were still too ... tentative.
But something about what you said ... I can't define it, Suguru. Only that I know you. And when I thought back to that moment, after I got my memory back, I knew you wanted this. Without a doubt.
And then I didn't have to think long about it to decide I was gonna make it happen. [ As usual, when Gojo Satoru puts his mind to something, he just assumes that success is a given. ]
( An agreement, just as easy. He has a habit of winding himself up in to tight knots over his own wants, but if Satoru had wanted to get married then of course he would have made it happen. It doesn't mean he craved it less, it's just easier when he doesn't have to weigh up the desire versus what he thinks he's allowed. )
I like it. ( And that is softer, more of a confession. He looks at the hand splayed against a pale chest, the ring on it, feels his fondness swell. ) I like you, Gojo Satoru. My husband.
( He laughs, swaying closer, nose against his cheek and his breath warm against skin. )
It feels like a very us way to do it. Your abs have been out the whole time.
[ Satoru dissolves into laughter at that, all the more pleased that Suguru likes how he went about it. He'd chosen his location and timing carefully, wanting somewhere memorable, with absolutely no previous emotional ties. He's pleased that Suguru hadn't cottoned on even when he'd checked on that point: I wanted somewhere that we didn't have any pre-existing associations.
Lots of space and romantic locales in a place the size of California, so it'll always be special if they come back here on their anniversaries. ]
I wanted to make sure you had a visual reminder of some of the reasons to say yes.
[ He reaches up, combing his fingers gently through Suguru's hair. ] We'll have to figure out paperwork or whatever, but there's no hurry. That's just paperwork.
I'm glad you don't want to be engaged, though. I'd do that, if you want, but it feels to me like ... I don't know. A trial run. Maybe if we had things that we needed to plan or if we hadn't known each other half our lives.
But I just ... want to skip right to calling you my husband.
They are six of my top ten favourite things about you, I'm glad you're self aware.
( Tongue in cheek, a nail scraping lightly over the shape of them. He's clearly thrilled, the rings would have been enough but he finds he wants the other part too. Paperwork. The finality of it. It makes it so easy. )
We've wasted enough time, haven't we? And I think we've done enough proving ourselves. Maybe it's all right being greedy. You're mine. I'm yours.
[ More laughter, which easily turns back to giggles as Suguru's nail teases over his skin. ]
Did you want the other stuff? The pageantry? It seemed like the wrong kind of posturing for us [ They're both absolute drama queens but they also both tried to avoid their own birthday parties, so he felt safe in the assumption that they would not be planning a big ceremony. ] but I'm sure you would look very pretty in a white dress.
I think we've both made very sure I wouldn't be in white.
( A sniff, faux dramatic. He shakes his head though. )
I don't mind people knowing, but I prefer it like this. It's our business, not anybody else's. And I'd worry about the children but I think they know what we mean to each other now. Megumi hasn't threatened me in a while.
Mm, good. That's what I thought. [ But he has managed to mature enough that he still asked, to make sure he wasn't trampling over Suguru's preferences. ]
You can't be blamed, [ he agrees, smug. ] Though I didn't ask.
The trimmings and pageantry are optional, but at no point were you given any kind of choice about whether you were going to be my husband. [ Satoru just declared it, really. ]
( He lets his jacket pool from his shoulders, slide to the ground beside them. It's fine, it's not his fanciest. He'd picked it with the knowledge that they'd probably end up doing this anyway. Preparation is key. His hands return to Satoru's body, sliding under his shirt to stick his wind cold fingers against his sides, one leg wedging higher between the other man's thighs. )
Take this off. I don't know why you even bothered.
( He is not helping. Instead he's leaning in to suck a mark to the hollow of Satoru's throat, his usual care for decency completely absconded. They're outside anyway, he's breaking all the rules. Married men are allowed to. )
You don't know why I bothered putting on clothes? [ He knows perfectly well Suguru only meant the open shirt. ] Mm, you're right, Suguru. Nudity it is going forward.
[ Not that he can manage that, or obey the instruction he's been given, with Suguru pinning him down like this, distracting him with mouth and hands and words. Satoru rocks up against his thigh, whining a little with need. His hands slide more greedily inside Suguru's clothing, plucking at buttons and tugging at the cloth, trying to strip him despite not being able to organize hands or thoughts. ] Suguru. Husband.
It's a shame I'm going to have to kill anyone who lays eyes on you but that really can't be helped.
( Completely deadpan, against the hollow of Satoru's throat as his hands steadily work on the fastenings of the other man's jeans. He's already mostly hard, his own cock pressing against the muscle of Satoru's thigh where he's half straddled and he makes a humming noise as, instead of divesting either of them of anything, he wiggles his fingers underneath denim and the cotton of underwear to simply take the man in hand. )
You'll forgive me for it, won't you, Satoru? ( Head lifted, eyes glittering with mirth. ) I know you will.
[ Satoru moans, cock jolting in Suguru's hand, shamelessly rolling his hips up into it to encourage Suguru to keep going. ] I thought you were on a murder diet? [ He's mistaken, conflating Suguru's 'diet' and Suguru being 'reformed' and assuming that there's no secret murder hobby. ] I'll forgive you, but the children will be so disappointed if they find out.
Why are your clothes so complicated? [ Satoru the supergenius, confounded by buttons. ]
( He isn't, not really. All that anger is buried under a barrier that Satoru and the others have piled their affections over. It is still fun to pretend though, fingers sweeping upwards so he can gather the beading slick at the tip of his husband's cock and smear it over the head, playful with the mess. )
I thought you were clever. ( Voice low, head tilted so the feline shape of his smile gets drawn over Satoru's pale throat, teeth dragging against his pulseline. ) Figure it out.
[ Satoru keens as Suguru teases him. His hips jolt into the touch, cock throbbing with eagerness in Suguru's hand.
Tilting his head up to let Suguru maul his throat as he pleases, Satoru lets his fingers wander as best he can, plucking at buttons until he can wiggle a hand inside Suguru's trousers in return. He might be clever, but he knows that Suguru enjoys making him stupid with desire, and he's happy to let his husband tease. ]
Need you. Want you. [ He nuzzles at Suguru's throat in return, nipping at the edge of his jaw and suckling at the spot behind his ear. ] My husband.
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Letting Suguru put the ring on him, Satoru beams back at his partner, warm and happy, pleased with the results of his plan. ] I love you, Suguru.
[ Once the rings are on, Satoru loops his arms around Suguru's waist, hugging him close and nuzzling their heads together. ] I have absolutely no plan for how we're going to tell the children, though. My inclination is to just say nothing and when they start asking about the rings act like they should already know this, like, what are you talking about of course I'm wearing a wedding ring.
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( There's no saving him, he'll have to write a letter of commendation to the makeup company for the waterproofing. )
Who's going to notice first? My money is on Megumi. ( A pause. ) Wait, I'm getting distracted.
( He turns better, pulls back only to lift his hands so he can cup Satoru's face in them. )
Aren't we supposed to seal it with a kiss, husband?
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Blushing as Suguru cups his face, Satoru looks momentarily shy before his grin returns and he leans in to take that kiss. His arms squeeze tight around Suguru's waist, grateful that his proposal has gone well and Suguru is happy and they're together. They're always going to be together. He's determined. ]
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Married.
His hands slip. One to Satoru's hair, the other back round his waist, holding him gently. He pulls away and his eyes are bright, his mouth still wobbly. He looks happy though. )
Thank you. For being here. For not giving up. I want to love you for the rest of time, Satoru. I want us to be together.
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He can't resist, and Satoru has always been the sort to be overwhelmed by having emotions that are too intense to deal with in civilized, sitting-still ways. So he pounces, knocking Suguru down on his back and then rolling so that Suguru's on top. ]
We will. [ He beams up at his husband, unspeakably happy. ] We'll rewrite the fabric of the universe if we've gotta. Nothing's going to tear us apart. [ He knows that neither of them can guarantee that, not really. Things have always been unpredictable.
But Satoru's willing to fight god if necessary. ]
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You would, wouldn't you?
( Rewrite the world just for them.
He can't help but lean in, kiss deeper, more intent. There's no one around for miles, and so he doesn't stop himself. There's something burning up inside of him now, a desire to prove himself, teeth catching a plush bottom lip and his hips shifting, knee wedging between Satoru's own. )
There are other things newlyweds do. ( His voice low, sly. ) What do you think, Satoru?
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Yeah. [ Breathy, and his gaze is a little bit dazed as he stares up at his husband, hopelessly besotted. He tips his head up into the kiss, moaning hungrily, and slides his hands into Suguru's silky dark hair. ]
Oh, yeah. Definitely gotta consummate. [ Then he laughs. ] I didn't bring lube. Did you? [ Satoru had thought about the grand gesture part of this, and very few of the practicalities. His bag contained nothing but the blanket and the ring box. ]
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( His voice is still devious. He rises to a kneel as fluidly as the waves, reaches for his own bag to rifle through it. The bottle drops neatly on to Satoru's bare chest, Suguru's triumphant grin devastating. )
Maybe I didn't anticipate the journey but I know how these things usually end. Aren't you glad you married someone so prepared?
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Did you suspect at all--or even hope--what I was up to today, or was it a total surprise? [ He grins, still entirely triumphant about his own success. ]
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( It's genuine. He settles back easily, hands splaying over the other man's chest, gaze keen. )
I was going to talk to you about it. I wanted to know if it was something you'd like. I just hadn't worked up to it yet. ( The uncertainty. Satoru has put that to bed now though. ) I didn't know if we were the type. Did you?
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Though, ] It was what you said. When I didn't have my memory. If you want a ring you'll have to tell me. Like I said, I kept thinking about it. There was something to your phrasing. The implication that if I wanted it, you'd give that to me.
Before that, it was only in my head as something that would happen eventually. I thought maybe it was too soon. Maybe we were still too ... tentative.
But something about what you said ... I can't define it, Suguru. Only that I know you. And when I thought back to that moment, after I got my memory back, I knew you wanted this. Without a doubt.
And then I didn't have to think long about it to decide I was gonna make it happen. [ As usual, when Gojo Satoru puts his mind to something, he just assumes that success is a given. ]
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( An agreement, just as easy. He has a habit of winding himself up in to tight knots over his own wants, but if Satoru had wanted to get married then of course he would have made it happen. It doesn't mean he craved it less, it's just easier when he doesn't have to weigh up the desire versus what he thinks he's allowed. )
I like it. ( And that is softer, more of a confession. He looks at the hand splayed against a pale chest, the ring on it, feels his fondness swell. ) I like you, Gojo Satoru. My husband.
( He laughs, swaying closer, nose against his cheek and his breath warm against skin. )
It feels like a very us way to do it. Your abs have been out the whole time.
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Lots of space and romantic locales in a place the size of California, so it'll always be special if they come back here on their anniversaries. ]
I wanted to make sure you had a visual reminder of some of the reasons to say yes.
[ He reaches up, combing his fingers gently through Suguru's hair. ] We'll have to figure out paperwork or whatever, but there's no hurry. That's just paperwork.
I'm glad you don't want to be engaged, though. I'd do that, if you want, but it feels to me like ... I don't know. A trial run. Maybe if we had things that we needed to plan or if we hadn't known each other half our lives.
But I just ... want to skip right to calling you my husband.
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( Tongue in cheek, a nail scraping lightly over the shape of them. He's clearly thrilled, the rings would have been enough but he finds he wants the other part too. Paperwork. The finality of it. It makes it so easy. )
We've wasted enough time, haven't we? And I think we've done enough proving ourselves. Maybe it's all right being greedy. You're mine. I'm yours.
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Did you want the other stuff? The pageantry? It seemed like the wrong kind of posturing for us [ They're both absolute drama queens but they also both tried to avoid their own birthday parties, so he felt safe in the assumption that they would not be planning a big ceremony. ] but I'm sure you would look very pretty in a white dress.
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( A sniff, faux dramatic. He shakes his head though. )
I don't mind people knowing, but I prefer it like this. It's our business, not anybody else's. And I'd worry about the children but I think they know what we mean to each other now. Megumi hasn't threatened me in a while.
( Actually he thinks they're pretty close. )
I can't be blamed anyway. You asked.
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You can't be blamed, [ he agrees, smug. ] Though I didn't ask.
The trimmings and pageantry are optional, but at no point were you given any kind of choice about whether you were going to be my husband. [ Satoru just declared it, really. ]
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( The serious things done away with his hands start roaming again, sliding up to Satoru's shoulders in a lazy sweep. )
You never ask about things you deem important anyway. I'm used to that.
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[ He likes Suguru's determination that he never asks about important things. It sounds right. ] Can't leave important things like this to chance.
[ His hands slide up Suguru's shirt in turn, pushing at his clothes to start to get access under them. ] All right, so fuck me. Consummation.
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( He lets his jacket pool from his shoulders, slide to the ground beside them. It's fine, it's not his fanciest. He'd picked it with the knowledge that they'd probably end up doing this anyway. Preparation is key. His hands return to Satoru's body, sliding under his shirt to stick his wind cold fingers against his sides, one leg wedging higher between the other man's thighs. )
Take this off. I don't know why you even bothered.
( He is not helping. Instead he's leaning in to suck a mark to the hollow of Satoru's throat, his usual care for decency completely absconded. They're outside anyway, he's breaking all the rules. Married men are allowed to. )
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[ Not that he can manage that, or obey the instruction he's been given, with Suguru pinning him down like this, distracting him with mouth and hands and words. Satoru rocks up against his thigh, whining a little with need. His hands slide more greedily inside Suguru's clothing, plucking at buttons and tugging at the cloth, trying to strip him despite not being able to organize hands or thoughts. ] Suguru. Husband.
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( Completely deadpan, against the hollow of Satoru's throat as his hands steadily work on the fastenings of the other man's jeans. He's already mostly hard, his own cock pressing against the muscle of Satoru's thigh where he's half straddled and he makes a humming noise as, instead of divesting either of them of anything, he wiggles his fingers underneath denim and the cotton of underwear to simply take the man in hand. )
You'll forgive me for it, won't you, Satoru? ( Head lifted, eyes glittering with mirth. ) I know you will.
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Why are your clothes so complicated? [ Satoru the supergenius, confounded by buttons. ]
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( He isn't, not really. All that anger is buried under a barrier that Satoru and the others have piled their affections over. It is still fun to pretend though, fingers sweeping upwards so he can gather the beading slick at the tip of his husband's cock and smear it over the head, playful with the mess. )
I thought you were clever. ( Voice low, head tilted so the feline shape of his smile gets drawn over Satoru's pale throat, teeth dragging against his pulseline. ) Figure it out.
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Tilting his head up to let Suguru maul his throat as he pleases, Satoru lets his fingers wander as best he can, plucking at buttons until he can wiggle a hand inside Suguru's trousers in return. He might be clever, but he knows that Suguru enjoys making him stupid with desire, and he's happy to let his husband tease. ]
Need you. Want you. [ He nuzzles at Suguru's throat in return, nipping at the edge of his jaw and suckling at the spot behind his ear. ] My husband.
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