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The air in Gojo's room feels heavy as Geto sneaks closer to the bed. He wouldn't be here if it hadn't been affecting his work and his friendship, but ever since they found that cursed object all those weeks ago, both Gojo and Yuji have been acting weird.
If it was only Yuji being the one acting funny--flinching away from them and running away when he sees them, camping out in his room when they had what could be considered a break for hours as weird muffled noises float down the hall-- then he would have chalked it up to teenage hormones.
But he hasn't seen Gojo properly since either. Their travel to and from missions have been separate and every single time Gojo has been flushed from head to toe with a half crazed look in his eye. Reports have been ruined from how rushed he is to get back to the school and more than once Geto has accidentally walked in on Gojo rubbing one out under the blankets.
Scarred and disgusted he has elected to knock before bursting in like he used to. The last straw had been when the bastard had been late to their latest dual mission-- missing in action really, leaving geto to finish it himself-- that geto had had enough of this behavior.
His friend has lost his mind and he was gonna figure out what the fuck is up. He had stormed into Gojo’s room, eyes be damned, to finally knock some sense into him.
What he didn't expect was catching Gojo literally with his pants down, with that damn cursed object snug as a bug over his cock. He didn't give it to the higher ups like he should have. He’s fucking a damn cursed object, losing his sense of reality over a damn pocket pussy.
“Really?”
“Dude what the fuck?!”
Gojo had scrunched at the waist, yanking the blanket over his hips to hide the crime scene.
“Give it to me,”
“What the fuck no?”
“Give it to me or the old assholes are gonna hear about it and you won’t see the light of day until your thirty”
Geto watches as his best friend smirks, obviously trying to call his bluff, but Geto has had it up to the ceiling with Gojo flaking on him so much.
“Give. It. To. Me.” Geto seethes with his hand held out.
“Fuck. No.”
wrestling ensues and Geto is locked in on ripping that damn toy from Gojo’s hands. He thanks the heavens that he was too distracted to use his powers, more focused on the fact that his dick was still bare under the blankets and with every full body tussle his hands were desperate to keep some semblance of dignity.
Geto finally got it, throwing his body off the bed and tucking it behind his back, exasperated at how gGojo tries to follow him.
“Im getting rid of this unless you tell me why you're so hung up on it.”
Lips curl into a tight grimace, and bright blue eyes roll, “I can’t.”
Whatever fine, if gojo’s not gonna tell him what’s going on, he can leave the fucker to detox alone.
"Wait,” Geto hears as he stomps to the door, not willing to carry on this ridiculous fight.
“I can't tell you but I can show you?”
“What could you possibly show me that would make me give this back to you?”
Gojo does respond instead he stuffs himself back into his slacks, not bothering to zip himself up and waltzes over. A huge knowing grin plastered on his face as he lets a solid palm fall onto his friends shoulders.
“Just be quiet, you can't make a single sound or else it's all over.”
Just as Geto is about to ask what he could possibly mean, the world warps around him, his vision swirls until it doesn’t and the room he stumbles into feels too small. He feels the grip on his shoulder tighten and Gojo’s words repeat in his mind when he hears a distant sniffle.
Light shines through a small crack in the door and there he sees their kohai curled into a heap on his bed. His lower half is bare with one palm pressed tightly between his legs, he's trembling and Geto gasps at the sight of thin tan fingers rubbing softly against fluttering red rim. Spread open much wider than those thin fingers could ever stretch. Geto’s eyes widen, with the realization that something here just isn't right. Gojo was too comfortable transporting them here.
Even curled in a heap and panting into his pillow, Geto can see--feel-- that Yuji seems to anticipate for the assault on his body to continue.
Only then did he break his gaze, his eyes dropping to the still warm mass of silicone clenched uncomfortably tight in his fist.
“Do it,” Gojo whispers, lightly shoving Geto’s arm into his own chest, “if you won’t I will.”
Geto hesitates for a moment longer and Gojo once again shows his ass, moving to wrench the fleshlight out of his hand but Geto doesn't let it get taken, moving it off to the side into the sea of jackets hanging.
“Fuck, “ Gojo seethes, “Hurry and choose man, before he gets up.”
Geto glances through the crack again, watching Yuji still trembling and panting, clearly unsure and not ready to move just yet.
It was awkward pulling himself out of his pants in front of someone he considers a best friend, and it was even more awkward as Gojo silently urged him to jerk off against the toy. Guiding Geto to tease the entrance and gesture towards the door as they both watch Yuji unfold on the bed once more.
He should be ashamed and disgusted by what he’s doing, what he’s letting himself be pressured into doing, but he can't deny the way Yuji writhes and bites down his moans is igniting something deep in his gut.
His half hard cockhead presses into the entrance of the fleshlight rewarded by a pained highpitch yelp. The sudden cry makes Geto jump, his blood heating with shame, and the only thing stopping the toy from being pulled away from his body is Gojo’s heavy hand on his wrist.
“He likes it more if you shove it in,”
Geto couldn't respond in fear of being too loud, instead he let his wrist get pushed lower, let his cock slip fast and deep into the wet orifice. The sound Yuji’s gasping moans fight to be heard with his blood pounding in his ears.
“Look at him, Isn’t he so fucking sexy?”
Geto’s gaze peers through the cracked closet door.
Yuji had moved—had crawled up on his hands and knees in an attempt to ease the pressure of being split apart so suddenly from his hips. And as always, Gojo was right.
Yuji is sexy, his form is unintentionally cat-like, sexy and feline as he fights against pleasure. His legs flexing and kicking out as Geto sets a delicate pace. More cautious than ever as he fucks slow and deep into the toy.
“He wants more, can’t you hear him?”
Geto gulps, because no, he couldn’t bear to adhere to Yuji’s muffled cries for more. For this phantom being to fucking into him faster—harder, he can’t, he shouldn’t, but now that Gojo has brought his attention the the sweet soft pleas the feeling in his chest swells to deliver.
The smack of his hips meeting the soft silicone are drowned out by Yuji’s muted screams, he doesn’t bother hiding his own hurried breaths as he fucks deeply into the toy. Yuji wants it harder, he wants more so he’ll give it.
Spread out so wonderfully for the friends to see, blue and violet eyes full of inverted hunger watch as Yuji’s hole stretches against an invisible force.
“Fill him up Suguru, paint his fucking insides until he’s pretty again,”
Gojo’s words shoot through Geto like a lightening bolt, the sudden tightness in his balls makes him falter, his pace becomes unsteady as an orgasm shudders through his body.
He’s cumming harder than he has in months, and weirdly the silicone suddenly feels too real, as if he’s actually burying his come deep inside of Yuji’s hole.
A stray finger guides his head up, forcing him to watch as thick white fluid bubbles up and out of Yuji’s body, tan fingers shakily sneak in between spasming thighs trying to catch the mess from dripping onto his bed.
Geto is suddenly pushed into the wall and Gojo is easing the door open wider, still keeping them hidden from immediate view but open enough where they can both still see Yuji perched on the bed.
He can’t make a sound now, not with Yuji coming down, and Geto can see in Gojo's sharp grin that he knows that too.
He snuffs out a violent flinch when he feels something firm press against his shaft, his gaze trying to search Gojo’s but Gojo has once again focused on Yuji. Tongue in cheek as he grinds himself deeper into the slick opening. His desire so plain to see, Geto is shocked it took him this long to realize that his attraction for their kohai ran this deep.
Geto then too trains his eyes onto the widening rim fluttering around the phantom of both of their girths. Gojo slips easily into the warm wet hole, its opening stretching around their combined mass smooth like butter.
An insane contrast to the gurgled cut off groan echoing from the bedroom.
Geto can feel the heat of lust flood into his cheeks. At the sight. He’s never truly saw Yuji in this kind of light and honestly, he doesn’t know if he will ever again after tonight. But this experience will leave a lasting impression. Every time he jerks off he’ll imagine distantly of this moment.
Sharing is caring after all, so thank you Gojo.
feeling the squeeze of Yuji’s tight hole could hardly rival the sight of his body straining to adapt. His ass is gaping now, the indent of each minute thrust is as clear as day for their hungry eyes to feast on.
Geto can distantly feel that Gojo has taken the lead, gripping the toy tightly and immediately slamming down the silicone at an impossibly fast pace.
The recoil on Yuji’s physical body looked so good, his hips instinctively grind back against air, needy, hungry, even after being speared by so much cock. His cheeks swell in color and with drool unable to contain all of his sweet cries.
And just like Gojo, Geto could hardly dare to take his eyes off of him.
At least until he felt Gojo’s breath against his cheek.
“Faster, Suguru, I wanna see him cum,”
Faster? How fast can he go? Gojo’s hand has already reached an insane speed, the friction shooting sharp pleasurable tingles all through his toes.
Yuji’s already cock drunk. With his legs spread impossibly wide, Geto can see his blistering red cock swinging heavily between his legs, his eyes rolled back until only white is visible as he waits for another stream of cum to flood his intestines.
Gojo isn’t fairing much better, Geto sees. His legs too are weak, his tongue laps languid circles against his lips as if he’s picturing marking Yuji from head to toe with it. And he probably was.
Geto takes hold of the fleshlight, ignoring Gojos quiet protest as he raises it high, their tips cms from slipping out but Geto has a plan.
With a nervous shake he takes both of them in his hold, keeping their cocks steady as he slams the sleeve down completely. Forcing it to kiss the hilt of both of their shafts before giving it a nice little twist.
A drawn out cry demands both of their gaze, Yuji has his back curled forward, strained and tense as his body is made to accept this new sensation.
Repeating it over and over and over, slow pull, fast slam and a sweet toecurling twist, until Gojo’s clawing at his wrists. A pale hand drags its way up into his slick black hair, and suddenly stressbitten lips are snarling in his face.
“He has to come before I do, dammit,” Gojo whispers tersely, his voice cracking with need.
“Lets fucking all come together, you bitch,” Geto returns with just as tense of a whisper, overstimulation barreling him closer to another orgasm.
Yuji would have come a lot sooner if Gojo wasn’t fucking him silly every fucking day. Wearing the poor boy out until just a trembling ball of frayed nerves.
That fist never left his hair, Geto realized, he’s seconds from watching another bout of cum drip heavily out of his junior's ass while his best friend of 6 years tugs painfully at his scalp. And he won’t ever fucking admit to anyone that he liked it.
He forced himself to imagine it was Yuji who was tugging so needily at the back of his scalp, that it was Yuji’s breath fanning his cheek, all while his heavy eyes latched onto his kohai's bright pink tongue curling around a group of fingers several feet away.
Grunting low in his throat when those fingers slip hurriedly between shaky sunkissed legs and began tugging hard in a pretty pink cock.
The silicone rippled.
Ah so this is what Gojo meant.
It began to feel real again. Tightening and squeezing and pulsing with an unsteady rhythm.
Frantic and hungry, and so wonderfully Yuji.
Yuji screams into his pillows, the silicone cinches almost painfully, and just as Geto requested—albeit out of spite for being rushed— all three were dragged into the deepest abyss of satisfaction.
The sheets below Yuji are splattered with white and clear fluid, his drip too heavy to be just cum, while the stream of the two men combined waterfalls down Yuji’s legs. Unable to clench it closed Yuji’s left with no choice but to let it leak all over him, joining his own mess in his sheets.
Geto’s boneless by the time Gojo zaps them back into his room. He’s numb from the waist down and just as quick, Gojo transports himself out of the room and back in the span of a few seconds.
The fleshlight no longer in hand.
“I showed you why I won’t let it go, now don’t ask again unless you wanna get dragged into another night time session. Yeah?”
Yeah, okay. Sure. He can see the appeal of having a sex toy connected to your crush. Sure.
Instead Geto hums, feigning slight irritation.
“Next time you wanna make a fucking point make sure we don’t have to share the same hole without a buffer.”
“Ah so when I fuck Yuji for real you’d be down for a three way?”
“Dude, fuck off!”
~END
AN>
So I don't know how to post a link in the notes so here is the end note.
thank you guys for reading! the original is a three part thread fic to can check out HERE
I have different ideas for this same plot device so, if I end up writing them ill link them all to this story!!