This is why he should not be getting distracted during a fight.
Gojo Satoru, now forced on his knees. The idea was ridiculous, the sight even more so. It was his fault in the end for playing the fool. Afterall, Suguru had always had that effect on him. Only, it wasn’t Suguru standing in front of him. No, not at all. Even if his Six Eyes scream that it is. It’s him. He’s back. He’s come back to you. No, because his soul begs to differ. It wasn’t his Suguru looking back with those cold eyes.
One minute. That’s all he needed. One measley minute in Gojo Satoru’s mind. Suguru took up all of it. Not a single moment has passed since Christmas Eve, since that day in Shinjuku where Suguru left Satoru’s mind. Years worth of memories that eased into place the moment they locked eyes. Suguru looked as beautiful as the day Satoru lost him.
Is it you? Did you finally come back home? Satoru’s eyes pleaded.
Suguru stared back coldly. Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t his bestfriend. Not anymore. The person- no, thing in front of him utters his name in a twist of tones his Suguru never would. Satoru knows it isn’t him. Give him back. Give him back his bestfriend. His one and only.
“What the hell are you?” Satoru’s voice is full of spite. Whatever this thing was, it stole Suguru. Used him. Not even in death was he granted peace.
“Tsk. I shouldn’t have underestimated your bond. The body remembers afterall.”
The thing pulls a thread, stitches loosening on Suguru’s forehead. It was grotesque. A body that was once Suguru’s. A mind that now is not his own. It was all so wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Satoru needed to fix this. He can fix this. He has to try.
“Goodnight, Gojo Satoru. Perhaps we’ll meet again.”
“Don’t go stealing my last words to him. Are you really gonna let this thing have its way, Suguru?”
A twitch. A flip of the switch. Eyes suddenly come back into focus with a hint of recognition. The body is equally confused as its hosts. Satoru looks at the shade of purple he’s been seeking all his life. Is it him? Is he back? Suguru’s eyes run up and down his kneeling frame, sparkling with a look Satoru hasn’t seen in years.
“No f*cking way.” A hand covers Suguru’s left eye and moves to tug at his hair. The other eyes at Satoru dangerously. “The body really does remember huh.”
“Suguru, I know you’re in there.”
The arm Suguru lost that day, now regrown like nothing had ever touched it, jerks. It flies out erratically, fingers tensing to grip at something, and lands to cup harshly at Suguru's crotch. A loud moan easily slips past his lips, echoing in the station.
Well, that certainly was not what Satoru had in mind.
"W-what...mmngh. What the hell!"
Suguru's hand works roughly, eagerly. A man on a mission. Its grabs at his own bulge and squeezes, drawing more pleasured sounds from the body. The heel of his palm digs against his aching co*ck.
Satoru might just be as hard as Suguru right now. He doubts Suguru has regained full control, but apparently its enough. Enough to remember, to remind the body of its want.
Suguru's right hand slips inside his clothes and grabs his co*ck. The other host stares in shock, not doing anything to stop Suguru's work despite having control of majority of the body. The hand works quickly, stroking his dick to full hardness. Satoru sees a wet spot form at his clothes, presumably where Suguru started leaking. f*ck, he was getting wet himself.
The hand pumps vigorously, drawing curses and breathy moans from the other host. His eyes are fluttering, mouth agape as pleasure courses through his body. In pursuit of the high, the other host tugs at his clothes to expose Suguru's hard leaking co*ck. Satoru nearly came from the sight alone. It's been a while since he's seen Suguru. He's bigger than he remembers. Satoru's co*ck aches in his pants as he tries to steady his breathing.
"Ngh..f*ck. Ah! sh*t. f*ck..mmh...close," The other host whines in Suguru's rich voice.
Satoru might as well start humping the floor.
Suguru's hand stops. It draws back, and let's a stinging slap land on his co*ck. The other host yelps, clearly surprised by the sudden pain. His org*sm slowly recedes back.
"Noooo..mmgh. f*ck. Need t' cum."
Suddenly, Suguru strides forward. A man on a mission. Satoru barely has time to think before the other's fist tugs at his hair and his face is pressed against Suguru's crotch. Satoru whines, eyes prickling with tears as he inhaled the musky scent of Suguru's pubes. It was intoxicating.
"Please."
The hand tugs his head back. Satoru's eyes now look up at Suguru.
"Suguru... please."
A hand cups his cheek, fingers gently tracing along his jaw.
"f*ck, baby, you're so f*cking hot. Let me ruin you."
"S'guru?"
Suguru's thumb presses against Satoru's lips and eases his jaw open.
"Be a good boy for me," Suguru says.
Then, he shoves his entire co*ck into Satoru's waiting mouth.
"Mmmmgghh!" Satoru gags as he feels Suguru's co*ck down his throat. His nose is pressed against the musky pubes once again and he drowns in its scent. Suguru's hips move in a decided rhythm, f*cking Satoru's mouth for his own pleasure. Spit dribbles down Satoru's chin. The sound was obscene, the sight even more so.
"I'm gonna f*ck that gag reflex out of you."
Satoru is openly crying now as he chokes on Suguru's co*ck. He's in heaven, close to it atleast. Right here, with his body being used for the simple pursuit of pleasure. So much for being the strongest. He briefly wonders what the other sorcerers would say if they saw him like this, on his knees. Begging. Even worse, what would his students think?
His thoughts wash away as warmth spills down his throat. Satoru desperately swallows as Suguru's cum fills his mouth. He can brag of knowing the taste of heaven from these lands. Without warning, Satoru's own co*ck twitches and spills into org*sm. Suguru stops moving, allowing his co*ck to continue pumping cum. Given the chance, Satoru sucks his dick out of his own volition. Let him taste. More more more. Suguru moans and pulls Satoru away from his co*ck, a thin string of saliva connecting from his tip to Satoru's plump lips. Satoru looks f*cked out of his mind.
He comes back to sloppily kiss the head of Suguru's co*ck, lapping at the leftover cum. He sucks at the tip, tongue swirling and working. He tastes so f*cking good. Suguru tilts his jaw to look up at him, his co*ck bounces at the release from Satoru's mouth.
"Good boy, Satoru." Suguru pets at his jaw. "You think you deserve a reward, baby?"
Satoru whines, a mantra of "Please, S'guru. I've been so good. Please." slipping past his lips.
Suguru's eyes catch the wet spot at his pants.
"Oh, what do we have here? Are you that desperate, Satoru?"
Before Satoru can answer, Suguru meets his lips. All the breath he has gets knocked right out of him as their lips perfectly slot together. He sinks further into the taste of Suguru. He feels Suguru's tongue prod, exploring inside his mouth. Satoru lets him. Suguru sucks his tongue and tugs at his lips with teeth. Satoru is breathless when they pull apart.
Suguru sharply pulls his head back and Satoru's mouth gapes into a moan. Suguru spits into his open mouth, landing on his throat. Satoru swallows almost immediately.
He feels the weight of Suguru's co*ck on his tongue again, sliding in and out.
"Keep your mouth open for me, 'kay?"
Suguru slides his co*ck out a few centimeters away from Satoru's lips. He aims the tip at Satoru's tongue and begins pissing. Satoru snaps out of his daze as the putrid taste fills his mouth. He turns his head away as he coughs and spits Suguru's piss on the ground.
"What the f*ck-"
A hand grabs his face and redirects it back to Suguru's stream.
"Get- S'guru! That's f*ckin' gross."
Satoru tries to pull away, but his body is still immobile. There wasn't much he could do with Suguru's hand firmly keeping his head in place.
"I told you to be good for me, Satoru."
Piss clings to Satoru's eyelashes. He tries to blink it away. It smelled horrible. It kept going.
"Come on, open up. I know you like it."
"S'guru, no- mmphhhhh!"
Suguru shoves his still pissing co*ck down Satoru's throat. Satoru goes slack as piss goes directly down into him. It fills his mouth and he has no choice but to swallow. He drinks Suguru's piss like he did his cum.
"That's it, Satoru. So good f'r me."
Satoru keens at the praise, now more eager to suck Suguru's co*ck. To savor every last drop of his pee. The taste is atrocious. Yet, it tastes like heaven all the same. Satoru isn't sure how long Suguru kept going. It might have been one measely minute in his mind. It might have been worth years.
When the stream tapers off, Suguru wipes the head of his co*ck on Satoru's lips. He dips down once more for a wet and sloppy kiss, mewling into the taste of himself and of Satoru. He wipes away at the tear tracks on Satoru's cheeks and dips his head into Satoru's neck. Suguru breathes in the scent of home.
"S'guru... Are you back?" Satoru whispers in his ear. "Is it really you?"
Suguru presses open mouth kisses along his collar bone, trailing up his neck, and leaves a final peck of Satoru's lips.
"It's me, Satoru. I'm home."
Only, Satoru hadn't really needed to ask. His soul knew. It recognized Suguru the moment he completely took over and started...well. Details, details. The important part is he's here. He's back with Satoru, touching past his infinity. Satoru did not expect this outcome at all. But, it turned out to be one hell of a reunion.
"Can you let me outta this thing now? My knees are getting sore."
"Only if I get to bend you over after."
"f*cking pervert..." Satoru smiles. "Deal."
