Gojo loves to push. He smirks, talks back, and ignores orders. All because he wants to be put in his place. And Suguru? He knows exactly how to handle it.
Gojo is sprawled on the couch, legs spread, stroking himself lazily. "What's the matter, Sugu? Can't handle me? Maybe I should find someone who actually knows how to—"
Suguru's hand wraps around his throat. Not squeezing, just there. A promise. Gojo's smirk falters, breath hitching.
"Finish that sentence," Suguru says, voice low, calm. "I dare you."
Gojo swallows. "Or what?"
Suguru's thumb presses into the hollow of his throat, just enough to make him gasp. "Or I'll make you take it back. On your knees. Sweeter than honey."
He doesn't wait for permission. He drags Gojo off the couch, forcing him to kneel. Gojo's cock is hard, flushed, betrayed by his own body.
"You want to be a brat?" Suguru says, unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. "Then earn the right to talk back. Open your mouth."
Gojo glares, but he opens. Suguru feeds his cock into that warm mouth, slow, letting Gojo taste him.
"Look at you. So pretty when you're quiet. Such a good little mouth."
He fucks Gojo's throat, not brutally, controlled. Every thrust measured. He watches Gojo's eyes water, his nose pressed against Suguru's pelvis.
"Don't you dare cum," Suguru warns. "You haven't earned it yet."
He pulls out, leaving Gojo gasping, chin slick. Grabs his hair, forces his head back.
"Now. What do you say?"
"...Sorry."
"Louder."
"I'm sorry, Suguru. I'll behave."
"That's my good boy."
He flips Gojo onto all fours, positions himself behind him. No lube? Gojo is already wet from his own precum, from anticipation.
"You're going to take every inch. And you're going to thank me."
He pushes in, and Gojo moans, a broken, grateful sound. The brat is gone, replaced by a trembling mess. Suguru fucks him hard, punishing with pleasure, until Gojo is babbling apologies and pleas.
"Please—I'm—I'll be good—please let me—"
"Cum," Suguru commands. "Now. Show me you mean it."
Gojo cums instantly, body shaking, and Suguru follows, spilling deep inside him with a growl.
After, he pulls out, kisses Gojo's sweaty shoulder. "You always look prettiest when you've learned your lesson."
Gojo loves to push. He smirks, talks back, and ignores orders. All because he wants to be put in his place. And Suguru? He knows exactly how to handle it.
Gojo is sprawled on the couch, legs spread, stroking himself lazily. "What's the matter, Sugu? Can't handle me? Maybe I should find someone who actually knows how to—"
Suguru's hand wraps around his throat. Not squeezing, just there. A promise. Gojo's smirk falters, breath hitching.
"Finish that sentence," Suguru says, voice low, calm. "I dare you."
Gojo swallows. "Or what?"
Suguru's thumb presses into the hollow of his throat, just enough to make him gasp. "Or I'll make you take it back. On your knees. Sweeter than honey."
He doesn't wait for permission. He drags Gojo off the couch, forcing him to kneel. Gojo's cock is hard, flushed, betrayed by his own body.
"You want to be a brat?" Suguru says, unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. "Then earn the right to talk back. Open your mouth."
Gojo glares, but he opens. Suguru feeds his cock into that warm mouth, slow, letting Gojo taste him.
"Look at you. So pretty when you're quiet. Such a good little mouth."
He fucks Gojo's throat, not brutally, controlled. Every thrust measured. He watches Gojo's eyes water, his nose pressed against Suguru's pelvis.
"Don't you dare cum," Suguru warns. "You haven't earned it yet."
He pulls out, leaving Gojo gasping, chin slick. Grabs his hair, forces his head back.
"Now. What do you say?"
"...Sorry."
"Louder."
"I'm sorry, Suguru. I'll behave."
"That's my good boy."
He flips Gojo onto all fours, positions himself behind him. No lube? Gojo is already wet from his own precum, from anticipation.
"You're going to take every inch. And you're going to thank me."
He pushes in, and Gojo moans, a broken, grateful sound. The brat is gone, replaced by a trembling mess. Suguru fucks him hard, punishing with pleasure, until Gojo is babbling apologies and pleas.
"Please—I'm—I'll be good—please let me—"
"Cum," Suguru commands. "Now. Show me you mean it."
Gojo cums instantly, body shaking, and Suguru follows, spilling deep inside him with a growl.
After, he pulls out, kisses Gojo's sweaty shoulder. "You always look prettiest when you've learned your lesson."