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Gojo can't seem to take his gaze off the long haired man. Sitting there, looking less than formal for once.
It was one of the rare times they got to secretly meet and Geto had invited him to a hotel. A rather odd choice but Gojo could care less.
"You seem cold, a sorcerer such as yourself couldn't afford a jacket?" Geto asked smugly.
Gojo gave an annoyed eye roll in return.
"Keep pestering me and you'll see if I'll ever dare visit you."
Geto paused slightly, getting off of the chair he was sat on and onto the hotel bed. There was two beds that they had pushed together to form into one.
It had been Geto's idea since it had been a bit since they had been so close.
"Do you mean that?"
"Do I mean what?"
"That you would let me leave again."
Gojo was taken aback. Unsure of what to respond with. Of course not. He rather be punished and killed by the higher ups than deal with the day Geto left again.
A warm interlinked with his as Geto had the white haired man keep his own hand on his own chest. Making him sense is own heart beat, to Gojo's confusion.
"What are-"
"Your heart is racing."
Gojo drew at a pause for once.
"You know that I am going to continue at my mission. No matter be the cost."
"Suguru-"
Geto's hand gently moves Gojo's to his face.
"And I am lost in the idea that you may join me. After all you have been through."
Gojo nearly let out a gasp as Geto lowered his head into his neck, letting go of his hand and just nuzzling his head there.
"A world where you are not to be used. Is all I want, Satoru." He mumbled.
"Then who I am when I am not of use?"
Geto looked up at him. Seeing the pale bandages over his eyes. A cloth could've worked better. He always wondered why such a powerful sorcerer such as Gojo did not think that far when it came to thinks like that.
It was bound to be uncomfortable. And was nothing but a reminder of what Gojo would forever be viewed as.
He didn't want to see that vice tightening around his eyes. As safe and sane as it could keep Gojo.
It disgusted him. As it did bring him a sense of relief that Gojo wouldn't constantly be inbewed with constant torment.
"I know you when you are not of "use". To me? You are enough. Enough as you are, enough as you can ever be."
Gojo despite himself, moved his arm around Geto. It was an odd case of vulnerability.
The closest he could get. It required a lot of focus.
"Hm."
Geto kept his eyes closed. Remembering the other times they had had other secret meetings such as this.
Once they went out to get food. Another they got some tea. And other activities as if they were regular old partners again.
But it wasn't those times again.
Gojo almost reminded himself of that until he hit the bed, his back falling straight first into the comfortable white sheets.
"Suguru..."
Gojo felt his mind go blank. But then he pulled Geto closer.
Geto was right above him. He felt their legs interconnected. Breathes against breathes.
Was the contact from another being drawing him into some sort of shock?
More specifically was contact from Geto drawing him into shock?
"I hate those bandages."
"What?"
"They look irritating. Does your skin not tend to hurt from them being around your eyes?"
"Not of my knowledge."
Geto pushed some of Gojo's hair out of his face. He was tempted to peel them off of Gojo's face but he stopped himself.
Gojo felt his cheeks flush a little. Mostly from the embarrassment of being without a form of eye covering for once.
He had always had them on for so long that it felt so intimate yet normal for someone to view his eyes without something blocking them.
He had being the strongest to the blame for that.
"How has it been at Jujutsu high?"
Gojo almost didn't hear the question for a second as Geto leaned in closer. Their lips so dangerously close. Part of him knew he likely shouldn't entertain this.
But then again, he tended to entertain a lot when it came Suguru Geto.
It was a weakness he could not seem to get over and that he refused to. As illogical as it could get, he could not help it.
Illogicalness and irrationality.
That is what Geto tended to invade his mind and heart with. A lack of sense and apparently now, a lack of control, as he felt the warmth of those lips against his and he didn't pull back nor answer the earlier asked question.
"I asked how Jujutsu High is. Did you hear?"
"Mmm..."
Gojo couldn't be bothered to answer right now as he pressed his lips harder against Geto's. Geto took it as his sign that it seemed questions would be for later.
There was an odd softness to how Gojo was holding his face as the kiss insued. Not with a burning source of lust, but desperation. Love even.
Or it was his mind as always. He didn't care.
"Satoru..."
Gojo paused.
"You may use me as much as you would like. But I'd never forgive those who do as such to you. Please..."
Geto leaned in again.
"Join my side. I need you there more than I need air to breathe."
Geto led into another kiss.
"I need you and want this like it's all I can ever have."
"This is all we'll ever get, Suguru." Said Gojo softly.
"But make it last for as long as you can."
Geto held back his sense of disappointment. One day he hoped.
He'll convince him to be free. He'll do something and Satoru will be free.
Just one day.
But today, he gives into Satoru's want for selfishness.
Gojo flinched slightly from shock as a hand touched his waist from under his clothes.
The feeling of human skin against his own was something he had grown slightly accustomed to sometimes not feeling. But despite it, he sometimes yearned to be held. To have a fixture of holding another being.
To not have the feeling of deathly loneliness claw at his skin and heart.
The groan that escaped his lips surprised him for a second. And Suguru apparently until a soft laugh was heard.
The laugh sounded so amused yet with an odd mix of sadness.
"You're that lonely being the strongest, aren't you."
Gojo could tell it wasn't exactly a question. It was more a statement. A statement of fact than it was a question of why he had such a reaction to being held in such a way.
Geto continued, moving down from kissing his lips to his neck. Their fingers interlocking as he softly kept the white haired man pinned down on the soft surface they were on.
Soft sounds could be heard. Mostly of breathing, groaning, an occasional moan if Geto had heard him right.
His hands had already moved to removing clothes as he noted Satoru's lack of eye contact towards him.
It hurt. It made sense but it hurt him to the core.
Even now in a moment where Gojo was beneath him, not the strongest but just the vulnerable man he'd fallen in love with, he couldn't escape the chains of what fate had doomed him to.
Gojo must've sensed his displeasure as he tugged at his sleeve, seemingly wanting more.
Geto almost laughed at seeing the strongest of all in such a state over him. But then again that'd imply he viewed Gojo as just that. The strongest.
In a world where he wanted him to not be a weapon, that could not do.
"Why so desperate, Satoru? You act as if you'll die if you don't hold you."
Gojo just groaned at him and pulled him again for a kiss. Geto pulled back with a smug smirk almost.
"Calm yourself would you. I will do what you want. If you tell me what it is."
"Wha-"
Geto leaned in closely.
"What is it you want, Satoru?"
Gojo felt Geto move his knee in between his legs and let out a whimper.
Geto watched him struggle to say words as he moved his hips, trying to explain his wants. But he kept being interrupted by a random spike in pleasure.
"S-Suguru-"
"You keep avoiding giving me questions answers, Satoru."
"You...You're all what I want- I said that earlier..."
Geto leaned in his neck. A soft kiss to the side followed by a lick behind the ear.
"We aren't to speak of this ever again." Gojo thought.
Even with that.
The moment felt amazing.
The softness and heat as Geto touched him. Gazed at him.
It was something he'd hope to remember.
And what he hope it would last forever, even as it was just wishful thinking.
For he was his one and only.
Be it Geto was a lover.
Be it Geto was just his friend even.
All he knew, that Geto will forever be his one and only.