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Gojo Satoru sighed as he opened the door to his apartment in Kyoto. He had spent the past week on a business trip that left him completely and utterly exhausted. Such was the life of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer.
“Suguru, I’m home!” He called, dropping his things on the floor and putting his coat on a rack. He found his partner in the living room, lounging on one of the couches.
“Satoru!” Geto exclaimed, a smile forming on his lips. His black hair flowed down his back like a waterfall, his dark eyes had their usual gleam. He was so damn pretty. Gojo couldn’t believe this was the man he got to come home to. He settled on the couch next to Geto, and leaned in to rest his head on his shoulder. Geto chuckled, and gently stroked Gojo’s silver hair with his fingers.
“So,” Suguru purred, still running his hands through Gojo’s hair. “How was the trip?”
“Boring.” Gojo groaned. “Boring and hard. Only for the higher-ups to still give me an earful! Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.”
Geto chuckled. “Poor baby,” He teased. Satoru sighed and leaned in farther to Geto, burying his head in his chest. He mumbled something, incoherently.
“What’s that, love?” Geto asked.
“Wish I could stay on the couch forever.” Gojo repeated. Geto let out a laugh.
“Yes, but what would that do for the jujutsu world?” He cooed. Gojo sighed. He shifted his position so he was now cradled in Geto’s arms. It felt nice, having that support from his partner; his lover; his best friend. It was hard to imagine a universe where he did not have his Suguru by his side.
“Nothing, I suppose.” Satoru responded. “But it’d sure be nice to just lay in your arms forever.” Suguru stroked his cheek gently, and Gojo leaned in to the touch.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Geto teased. Gojo nodded.
“Yeah, I really would.” He mused. The two of them sat there in each other’s arms for a good fifteen minutes, the TV blaring in the background. Satoru hardly noticed it was there, for he was completely lost in Suguru. His breathing was slow and heavy, and his chest made the perfect pillow.
“Satoru,” Geto chided. “It’s probably time for you to be getting to bed.” Gojo groaned.
“I don’t wanna!” He whined. Suguru sat up, despite his partner’s protests.
“Oh, come on you big baby.” Geto stood up, helping Gojo to his feet. However, Gojo felt like being difficult. He was just in that kind of mood. So he kept his arms wrapped around Suguru’s torso as he stood up, and buried his face deeper in his chest. Geto sighed. He turned around and lifted Gojo onto his back, giving him a lift to their bedroom. Satoru giggled, his arms dangling around Suguru’s neck.
“Oh hush, you.” Geto scoffed, straining under Gojo’s weight.
“I love yooouuuuu,” Gojo taunted, singsongingly.
“I love you too.” Geto grumbled. “But you’re really a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?” Satoru nodded.
“Yeah. I know” He grinned, pressing his face into Geto’s hair. He loved Suguru. He loved him so much. He had loved him ever since they were teenagers. He smiled, thinking of how far the two of them had come to the place they were now; happily married, and working to improve the Jujutsu world.
As soon as Geto set foot in the bedroom he dumped Gojo on the bed carelessly and went to the bathroom to change. Satoru exclaimed with annoyance, shouting “rude!” at the bathroom door.
“Oh hush. You’ll survive.” Suguru chided. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom in his robe. Gojo whistled at the sight of him in his black, gold rimmed cloak and dark, freshly brushed hair. This earned him an eye roll from his partner.
“Your turn in the bathroom.” Geto yawned.
“Aw, why can’t I just go to bed like this?” Gojo gestured to his regular clothes. Suguru sighed.
“Because,” He rebutted. “I’m not going to let you ruin my Egyptian cotton sheets any more than you already have.”
“I thought I bought those!” Gojo protested.
“Yes.” Geto huffed. “As a gift. For me. Hence, they are mine and I insist that you are to change if you are planning on sleeping on them.” Gojo groaned, knowing Suguru had won.
“Help me up?” Satoru asked, innocently, still laying on the bed. Suguru smiled, and helped him to his feet. The two were incredibly close now, toe to toe. Gojo could feel Suguru’s breath on his face.
“I gotta admit,” Geto breathed. “As annoying as you are, I really missed you.”
Gojo smiled. “I missed you too.” He leaned in to kiss his husband.
“I love you.” Suguru spoke, after they broke the kiss.
“I love you too,” Satoru chuckled. And he did. More than anything. He stumbled into the bathroom, relaxing in the dim lights. Much like the rest of the house, Suguru had insisted on a traditional Japanese style interior. Gojo didn’t mind. He appreciated the classic design. Besides, he was happy so long as his love was happy. Geto had left him a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants on the counter. Gojo changed into them hastily, eager to get to bed. He reached for his toothbrush and floss, and started brushing his teeth.
“Satoru, are you almost done?” Suguru called.
“In a min babe brushingh teef.” Was all Satoru could manage. He heard Geto laugh from outside the door.
“Can I come in?” He asked.
“Sure.” Gojo responded. The bathroom door opened behind him, and he grinned at Geto’s reflection in the mirror. He was so handsome. It was hard to believe that Suguru was his, even though he reminded him of it often. Suguru wrapped his arms around Gojo as he finished brushing his teeth, resting his head on his shoulder. He planted kisses into Satoru’s neck, making his face flush. Gojo spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed his mouth.
“You really can’t get enough of me, can you?” He chided.
“No, I really can’t. Don’t think I ever will.” Geto murmured, his face still buried in Gojo’s neck. The two sat like this for a minute, Suguru holding Satoru as they stared at their reflections in the mirror. Suguru planted one last kiss on Satoru’s cheek before turning off the bathroom light and going to settle into his side of the bed. Gojo followed, snuggling underneath the covers.
“You’re right.” Gojo mused. “I really missed these sheets.”
“Oh really?” Geto teased. “Was that all you missed?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Satoru grinned, resting his head in his hands. “Well, that and my husband.”
Suguru smiled. “That’s what I thought,” he purred, pressing a kiss on Satoru’s lips. Gojo smiled. He loved it when Geto kissed him. He always had. Satoru snuggled closer to Geto, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his chest. He felt Geto’s hand drift to the back of his neck, stroking his hair. Gojo sighed, melting into Suguru’s heavy breathing. This, he thought, was bliss. He never wanted it to end.
“Goodnight Suguru,” Gojo mumbled, his eyes heavy with sleep. “Love you.”
“Rest well, my love.” Geto cooed. Satoru smiled as he drifted off to sleep, safe in his husband’s arms.