( 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.
( It's one of the more heady kinds of power out there, being the one wholly capable of reducing the strongest to a silly mess. Suguru can't help it, he likes the glazed look in Satoru's eyes, the clumsy, unorchestrated way he touches, the sounds he can pull from his throat. They make him feel lush with potential, something that exists bright underneath his skin. )
I am.
( It's said simple with delight, nose nuzzling at the curve of his ear. ) I'm yours now. There's no escaping it now, Satoru.
( Not that either of them would want to. They've worked so hard to get here. And while usually Suguru likes to tease, he clearly doesn't have it in him now. Instead he pulls back only so he can yank Satoru's jeans and briefs down his thighs, an impatient sound bursting free at the wiggling they both have to do to liberate him. ) Off, off.
( A burst of laughter when Satoru kicks his way out, Suguru's hand curving around his cock again, holding him steady. ) Look at you.
[ Satoru's happy to wiggle free, pushing his clothing away so that he's all but naked beneath Suguru, with only the open shirt still lingering around his shoulders and upper arms. His cock rises tall from the thatch of white hair around the base, straining toward Suguru's touch. ]
Don't I get to look at you in return? [ Satoru's eyes are low-lidded and coaxing. His fingers glide up Suguru's side, pushing his shirt upward so that Satoru can access more of his husband's broad chest. ] I want all of you.
( He leans back up, hands falling away only so he can abandon his clothing with equal fervour , tossing his shirt uncaring to the sandy surface around them. He removes everything with focus, leaving them both bare to the elements as he slots himself between Satoru's thighs, cock kissing cock as he leans in close to capture his mouth in another biting kiss.
He's so hungry for the man before him that it almost makes him clumsy, a broad hand sweeping down his side, gathering a hip, yanking his leg higher around Suguru's waist. He's lost the lube somewhere, and so for now all he can do is grind their hips together, tongue against a plush, swollen bottom lip. )
Satoru. ( A croon, he's smearing precum against his husband's stomach, the two of them blazing hot. ) I want to fuck you.
[ Satoru's gaze is hungry as more skin is exposed for him to see, to touch, to kiss, but his eyes close readily enough as Suguru seals their mouths together in a kiss. He moans into it, arms winding around Suguru and hands splaying over his back as he hugs his husband close. This all feels too good to be true, a dream that he never thought he'd have. All the years he longed for Suguru, and now suddenly he has Suguru as his husband, and time and freedom to enjoy him. ]
Yes. [ He whines, impatient and needy, in response to Suguru's words. Rocking his hips up against Suguru's, Satoru spreads his thighs a little wider, shameless because he knows without a doubt that he belongs to Suguru, and thus it's easy to offer himself up. ] I need you inside me. C'mon.
( It's hard to think like this, joy and want fighting for space where logic should sit. He has to scramble for the bottle of lube, keep his mind on task when all he wants to do is sink into the warm heat of his husband's body. He's clumsy when he snaps it open, clumsier still when he drizzles some in the space between Satoru's thighs, one arm holding his legs up as the other tries to coat his fingers.
At least he doesn't wait around, slick digits stroking below his balls, higher, spreading his cheeks so he can push one inside, straight to the knuckle with no teasing. )
[ Satoru tugs his own legs up readily, helping to hold them out of the way to expose his hole, already twitching in response to the cool air and with anticipation. He moans as Suguru's finger pushes inside of him, and rocks up against it eagerly, seeking more without the slightest pause. ]
Yeah. [ It comes out as a needy keen at first, thoughtless, then he recovers enough to regain some of his shameless teasing, flashing a wicked smirk up at his husband. ] Gotta use that RCT to keep myself virgin tight for you, baby.
( He shakes with ugly laughter at that, nose scrunching. )
Don't be so lewd.
( Says the man with a finger inside him, but oh well. He's adding a second even as he speaks, spearing Satoru with thick digits, gaze alight on his face to watch the pleasure start to bloom. ) And here I thought it would be better if you were loose and easy and ready to have whenever I wanted you.
( A sly smile, fingers pressing deep, seeking out the bundle of nerves that will have any clever retort turn into a squirming gasp. )
[ Satoru blinks twice, eyes widening, as he considers this alternative plan and the implications. He's far too flustered to think of any retort, distracted by the mental image, and then Suguru distracts him entirely as his fingers hook and find his prostate. ] Ah!
[ Satoru moans, writhing beneath him, as his thoughts scatter. ] Suguru. [ His hips rock into the touch as he whines for more, rendered shameless and slutty as soon as Suguru starts to indulge him. ] Yeah, you can have me whenever you want. [ His mouth curves, because it's not any clever retort. He's too distracted and besotted to be clever. ]
( His voice drips low, honeyed as he fucks Satoru with two fingers making sure to press against his prostate each time. ) It doesn't even matter whether you use a technique or not. You're mine, I can have you whenever I want.
( A third finger and Suguru ducks down to claim his mouth, hungry. He fucks him with his hand slowly, a little mean. Intent in the way he knows Satoru likes it. The palm of his hand brushes sensitive skin, his teeth catch a swollen bottom lip. It's good. He wants more of it. )
[ Gazing up at Suguru with open infatuation, Satoru keens as Suguru adds another finger, laying claim to him with words and touch. He feels wanted, desired, valued, and it's such a safe and satisfying feeling to know that he belongs to his Suguru. Soft 'ah ah ah' noises spill from his lips each time Suguru hits his prostate, lighting up all his nerves. ]
Whenever you want, however you want, [ he promises, before Suguru takes his mouth and Satoru dissolves into moans. One of his hands fists in Suguru's hair, keeping him in the kiss, while the other hand clutches at Suguru's back, trying to draw him closer, as if he could pull Suguru inside of himself from that alone. ]
( Impatience licks up his spine, but he still moves his fingers a few more taunting thrusts. He pulls out when he's reasonably satisfied, shushing the noise of protest to rearrange their limbs, guide himself to that tight, warm entrance. When he pushes inside he leans over Satoru, cages him in with his limbs, eyes bright and fully focused on his husband's face so he can watch the pleasure bloom there. )
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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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I am.
( It's said simple with delight, nose nuzzling at the curve of his ear. ) I'm yours now. There's no escaping it now, Satoru.
( Not that either of them would want to. They've worked so hard to get here. And while usually Suguru likes to tease, he clearly doesn't have it in him now. Instead he pulls back only so he can yank Satoru's jeans and briefs down his thighs, an impatient sound bursting free at the wiggling they both have to do to liberate him. ) Off, off.
( A burst of laughter when Satoru kicks his way out, Suguru's hand curving around his cock again, holding him steady. ) Look at you.
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Don't I get to look at you in return? [ Satoru's eyes are low-lidded and coaxing. His fingers glide up Suguru's side, pushing his shirt upward so that Satoru can access more of his husband's broad chest. ] I want all of you.
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( He leans back up, hands falling away only so he can abandon his clothing with equal fervour , tossing his shirt uncaring to the sandy surface around them. He removes everything with focus, leaving them both bare to the elements as he slots himself between Satoru's thighs, cock kissing cock as he leans in close to capture his mouth in another biting kiss.
He's so hungry for the man before him that it almost makes him clumsy, a broad hand sweeping down his side, gathering a hip, yanking his leg higher around Suguru's waist. He's lost the lube somewhere, and so for now all he can do is grind their hips together, tongue against a plush, swollen bottom lip. )
Satoru. ( A croon, he's smearing precum against his husband's stomach, the two of them blazing hot. ) I want to fuck you.
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Yes. [ He whines, impatient and needy, in response to Suguru's words. Rocking his hips up against Suguru's, Satoru spreads his thighs a little wider, shameless because he knows without a doubt that he belongs to Suguru, and thus it's easy to offer himself up. ] I need you inside me. C'mon.
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( It's hard to think like this, joy and want fighting for space where logic should sit. He has to scramble for the bottle of lube, keep his mind on task when all he wants to do is sink into the warm heat of his husband's body. He's clumsy when he snaps it open, clumsier still when he drizzles some in the space between Satoru's thighs, one arm holding his legs up as the other tries to coat his fingers.
At least he doesn't wait around, slick digits stroking below his balls, higher, spreading his cheeks so he can push one inside, straight to the knuckle with no teasing. )
You're so tight.
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Yeah. [ It comes out as a needy keen at first, thoughtless, then he recovers enough to regain some of his shameless teasing, flashing a wicked smirk up at his husband. ] Gotta use that RCT to keep myself virgin tight for you, baby.
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Don't be so lewd.
( Says the man with a finger inside him, but oh well. He's adding a second even as he speaks, spearing Satoru with thick digits, gaze alight on his face to watch the pleasure start to bloom. ) And here I thought it would be better if you were loose and easy and ready to have whenever I wanted you.
( A sly smile, fingers pressing deep, seeking out the bundle of nerves that will have any clever retort turn into a squirming gasp. )
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[ Satoru moans, writhing beneath him, as his thoughts scatter. ] Suguru. [ His hips rock into the touch as he whines for more, rendered shameless and slutty as soon as Suguru starts to indulge him. ] Yeah, you can have me whenever you want. [ His mouth curves, because it's not any clever retort. He's too distracted and besotted to be clever. ]
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( His voice drips low, honeyed as he fucks Satoru with two fingers making sure to press against his prostate each time. ) It doesn't even matter whether you use a technique or not. You're mine, I can have you whenever I want.
( A third finger and Suguru ducks down to claim his mouth, hungry. He fucks him with his hand slowly, a little mean. Intent in the way he knows Satoru likes it. The palm of his hand brushes sensitive skin, his teeth catch a swollen bottom lip. It's good. He wants more of it. )
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Whenever you want, however you want, [ he promises, before Suguru takes his mouth and Satoru dissolves into moans. One of his hands fists in Suguru's hair, keeping him in the kiss, while the other hand clutches at Suguru's back, trying to draw him closer, as if he could pull Suguru inside of himself from that alone. ]
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( Simply, like an answer they have't asked. )
Always you, Satoru.
( Impatience licks up his spine, but he still moves his fingers a few more taunting thrusts. He pulls out when he's reasonably satisfied, shushing the noise of protest to rearrange their limbs, guide himself to that tight, warm entrance. When he pushes inside he leans over Satoru, cages him in with his limbs, eyes bright and fully focused on his husband's face so he can watch the pleasure bloom there. )
Ah, look at you. Aren't I lucky?
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