CastAway

*Chapter 20*

Yuuji stared up at Gojo through hooded eyes. He groaned again as Gojo tugged on his hair. With one hand on Yuuji's waist and the other in his hair, he pushed us backwards until Yuuji's back hit the tree I'd sent Sukuna flying into. Yuuji and I grunted as we were forced to a sudden stop.

Gojo took another step forward, keeping the three of us pressed firmly together. Using Yuuji to hold us still, bright blue eyes shifted their gaze to mine. Feeling Gojo's eyes on me, I turned to look at him. His gaze darkened as he saw his own lust mirrored in my eyes.

All three of our chests heaved in unison as the weight of what we were doing sank in. No one else was here, no one would know, and yet the fear of getting caught was starting to hit us. Well, based on the look of pure lust in Gojo's eyes, it was hitting me and Yuuji. Gojo didn't seem to care about getting caught, or maybe it turned him on even more.

"Safeword?" Gojo asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"What?" I asked as Yuuji's breath faltered behind me.

"Do you have one?" Gojo clarified, glancing behind me at Yuuji to show he was asking both of us.

"Yes. Why, am I going to need it?" I followed Gojo's gaze, glancing repeatedly between the two men I was caged between.

"I know we've already broken many rules, but we're about to break a lot more. A few laws too. I need to know if this becomes too much for either of you." Gojo emphasized his point by releasing his hold on Yuuji's head, caressing his cheek before cupping mine and turning my head so I focused my eyes on him.

"Poughkeepsie," I uttered. Hearing the word leave my lips sent a pang down to my core.

"Poughkeepsie?" Gojo asked, his brow raised in curiosity.

"Poughkeepsie." I nodded, noticing the glint appear in Gojo's eyes as I confirmed he'd heard me right.

"And a gesture? For if you can't talk." Gojo glanced at Yuuji behind me, his blue gaze quickly finding mine again when I responded.

"Taps for if I need to stop. Squeezes for if it's too much but I don't want to stop. And," I hesitated, glancing at Yuuji, the determination in his gaze reassuring me to finish speaking. "Hair pulling means more."

Gojo smirked at the last part. "Show me."

I nodded and placed a hand on each of their arms. First, I tapped my fingers and then my hands on them. I waited a couple seconds before squeezing rhythmically. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release, squeeze, release. I knew I would squeeze them during sex, so the rhythmic letting go would differentiate the signal. Finally, I reached up to grab a handful of their hair and pull.

Both of them let out a small groan as I pulled their hair, but Gojo quickly regained his composure and turned his attention to Yuuji. "Yuuji-kun, are you comfortable using these?"

"Yes," Yuuji breathed out in response, his growing erection flexing against my ass.

"Good." Gojo's tone turned dominant again.

He roughly shoved his chest into mine, forcing me to grind against Yuuji and Yuuji's back to press harder into the tree. Gojo ground into me, and through me, Yuuji. I let out a sound between a whine and a moan as Yuuji groaned behind me.

Gojo's hand traveled past my cheek to fist in my hair. His arm rested on my chest, holding me in place as his lips captured mine in a demanding kiss. He eagerly, forcefully, pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of sweet mint as his tongue danced with mine.

While Gojo kissed me, Yuuji released his hold on our sensei's jacket to place his hands on my thighs, sliding them upwards to my waist. I whined into Gojo's lips as Yuuji slid a hand into my pants. I arched my hips backwards, giving him a meager amount of space to continue moving his hand downward.