Being The Strongest means getting a lot of marriage proposals, with everyone drooling at the thought of becoming part of the famous Gojou family and bearing its heir. But Satoru is tired of it, so when higher-ups decide to kill Yuuji only because he...
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Warning ⚠️ (fluff)~
“Toru~” He moans, his husband's finger sinking above his hip. “Please, ah~” He whimpers, trying to catch those sinful hands. “Not there!”
“But Yuu-chan feels it here the most.” Satoru says in a low tone and then leans towards his abdomen, the boy's breath hitching.
“No, no, don't—Ah!” He chokes out, his husband licking and nibbling on the skin, and Yuuji produces the most embarrassing, obscene sounds in his life.
The man grins widely, pulling away. “You did good, Yuuji. I think it's enough.” He whispers, petting his hair.
Yuuji can only pant heavily, exhausted. “I thought I was going to die.” He mumbles, lying on the futon without any strength to move.
Toru chuckles and lays down next to him. “Sorry, Yuu-chan. I might have gone a bit overboard. But your reactions were so cute~” He teases.
The boy glares, wiping his tears away. Stupid body with stupid ticklish spots. He scowls. “It wasn't fun at all.” He mutters, a lingering sensation of his husband's touch still fresh in his mind. Yuuji shivers.
If Satoru is able to turn him into a moaning mess only by tickling him, the real sex would be even worse. Or better, actually. Yeah, let's not think about it.
He sighs tiredly. “I am going to sleep.” Yuuji informs him dryly and turns to the side.
“Eh?! Yuu-chan, but you are so far away!” The man complains, and a moment later, strong arms envelope the boy's waist and tug.
Yuuji is spooned from behind by his husband, and Toru chuckles, the boy feeling the vibrations on his back.
“So you were serious about it earlier.” He realizes it out loud.
“Of course! I can finally sleep with my wife, so we need to cuddle, Yuu-chan~” Satoru cheers. “Unless you don't like it. I won't ever force you, Yuuji.” He says lightly, his hold on the boy ceasing.
“No, it's okay.” Yuuji assures him. “I like it, even. It feels safe in my husband's arms.” He murmurs sleepily.
He can feel Toru stilling behind him and then hugging him with a sigh. “You are always saying those kinds of lines, Yuu-chan, it's dangerous.” He complains in a hushed tone, then squeezes him tighter. “But I like it too.” His husband admits.
Yuuji smiles and falls asleep. ________________
Yuuji didn't expect to be woken up by his husband lazily leaving trails of hickeys on his neck like it's a normal occurrence. This sensation, combined with seeing Satoru’s handsome face first thing in the morning, doesn't help the boy with his morning wood. At. All.
“Why.” He chokes out accusingly.
Toru grins at him, his beautiful blue eyes glinting with a mischievous spark.
“What do you mean, Yuu-chan? I'm just leaving love marks on my wife~ Nothing odd here.” He chuckles into Yuuji's skin, sending small vibrations there, and the boy grits his teeth to not react visibly.
“So it's not because you are enjoying teasing me?” Yuuji asks slowly, ignoring the warm breath ghosting on his neck to look solemnly at the white-haired man.
Satoru feigns an innocent expression. “Your husband has no idea what this is about, Yuu-chan~” He intones quietly and then grins.
The boy sighs deeply through his nose, closing his eyes. He is surprised that they are still enveloped in a tight embrace after the night. Instantly, Yuuji snaps his eyes back open with a sudden thought.
“Please tell me that this is not a punishment because I hit you in my sleep.” He mumbles, alarmed.
For some reason, it makes the man pause, and then Toru pulls away from Yuuji's neck with a frown. “A punishment?” He repeats it with a sweet smile. “Yuu-chan thinks this is a punishment ?”
The boy's eyes go wide, and he tries to wriggle from his husband's arms, sensing danger, but Toru holds him tightly.
“Oh, no. Yuu-chan is not going anywhere now~ Time to teach my wife what real punishment means~” The man declares with a deep chuckle.
A second later, Satoru shifts their position to cage Yuuji below him, with his one leg between the boy's crotch while his husband's hands grip Yuuji's wrists on both sides of his head. The boy goes slack and gulps, flickering his eyes between Toru’s ones, trying to predict his next move.
“Oh? Does my wife see the difference already?” The man smirks and leans closer. “But I am just getting started~”
“I’m sorry!” Yuuji exclaims desperately, trying to find a way to get out of this situation. “I was wrong! Leaving hickeys on my neck is not a punishment at all!” He babbles whatever comes to his mind. “I like it, actually!” The boy nods heatedly, gulping again. “Yes! It’s amazing, and I love when my husband marks me like that!”
Satoru raises one of his eyebrows. “Heee? Is that how it is?” He tilts his head, amused. Oh, no. “Then, since Yuu-chan apologized so eagerly, should I reward my wife by marking him even more? Because Yuu-chan loves it, right?” And he smirks tauntingly.
“No!” Yuuji opposes weakly, but Toru is already kissing his neck with a self-satisfying grin.
The boy pouts, looking away. His husband really teases him too much.
“Yuu-chan~ Why are you not enjoying it~?” The man grins and leans even closer, his breath tickling Yuuji’s ear.
The boy feels a pleasant shiver running through his entire body at that and gasps at the sudden sensation, surprised. Toru notices, sharp as ever. He squints his amazing eyes while Yuuji frowns, confused at his own reaction.
“Ho? What was that just now?” His husband murmurs curiously and then blows experimentally on the boy’s ear.
Yuuji not only shivers this time but also makes an involuntary sound, a small whimper of sorts. He has no idea what is going on with him. He doesn't—he can't control his voice and body at all!
“No way. Does my wife have sensitive ears? That’s so cute~” Toru coos softly and grins again. “Let’s find out~”
“No—Ah~!” The boy moans right after the man nibbles on his ear lightly, and they both freeze, shocked.
If Yuuji thought that he was making pornographic sounds yesterday, then those were nothing compared to what just came out of him. And fuck, he got even more excited because it felt that good! What the hell is this?! The boy catches his husband staring at him enchantedly, and Yuuji’s eyes go wide, his cheek burning in embarrassment. He uses force to push Satoru away from him, and he knows the man lets him do that, still just gazing at him wordlessly. The boy bites his lower lip and ignores him, sulking.
“I’m going to shower.” He mutters and stands up, not taking a look at his husband.
“Yuu-chan, are you angry?” Toru asks then, reaching for Yuuji’s hand.
He pulls away with a pout and leaves him to take a shower. A cold one, that is.
