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Sukuna had his tounge on Gojo's cheeks, following the scars down to his neck, tracing the one running parallel to his jaw with his lip. Sukuna was careful not to press too hard on the skin; he didn't know how tender it was there. As this was the first time Gojo had let him, the lights were off; Gojo had been uneasy with the light on. It had been a compromise that Sukuna would care if the light was on, but he had seen how Gojo couldn't relax, all tense, eyes closed, not moving under Sukuna. Not lips pressed together, so Sukuna had reached over to his nightstand, turned off the light. The difference had been almost immediately. Gojo could finally relax under him, even recapturing, letting his hands run over Sukuna's back.
That was something, even if it was barely anything.
If someone had told Sukuna that he would have ended here, in his bed with a virgin, he would probably have laughed. He had said he would never do that, and yet he was here, in bed with his new boyfriend on Valentine's Day, trying to make at least a little out of it; he would not want to pressure Gojo into anything. He knew that everything was new for him. Gojo, who had been in a car accident and flew through the car window and had scars on his whole body, Sukuna knew that all the bullying and teasing had left their scars on Gojo's soul, not visible like the ones on Gojo's skin. However, there still is, maybe they even hurt more than the visible ones.
The evening had started the same as the last ones; they had met in the restaurant, the fanciest Sukuna could affort and here they were now, making small talk. There was something about Gojo that drew Sukuna in, captivating him and making him want him. Sukuna loved these scars; they seemed like art, a canvas waiting for him to explore. And his eyes, these deep blue eyes, held Sukuna captive.
It had been this day that Sukuna had kissed Gojo, holding his face in his hands as he had pressed their lips together. The kiss had been sweet, like the dessert Gojo had eaten only a few minutes before. Too fast this kiss had been over, but Sukuna had cherished it, thinking about it for the following days (especially at night, when he had lain alone in his bed). Sukuna had been sure then, and he had not doubted this decision since then: He wanted Gojo, and he would do anything to make him feel safe.
Turned out Sukuna would need a lot of patience, as Gojo would not be able to meet the next two times they wanted to meet, because Gojo had canceled on him twice, in the last second, but it all didn't matter as they were here, it had taken Sukuna a lot of sweet talk to get Gojo to meet up with him again. Sukuna would never say it out loud, but he had loved the challenge, something that was worth chasing.
Sukuna wanted to make it good. He had prepared everything at home. If Gojo wanted to come home to him, Sukuna wouldn't pressure him; he wouldn't push him if he didn't want to. But something told Sukuna he did; he was just not letting himself have it, as shy as he was. But Sukuna had seen nothing more beautiful than Gojo, even with the scars that adorned his body. And Sukuna would make sure to adore them if Gojo would let him.
He would kiss all of them, kiss all the worries of not being beautiful enough away, because he was beautiful, at least for Sukuna, and he would make sure that Gojo would see it too. It didn't matter to Sukuna how long it would take for Gojo to see this. Sukuna was a very determined man.
But enough of this, they they valentines date, and it was good, they talked, and they ate, and drank. Sukuna made sure that he would not drink too much; Sukuna played the gentleman, not usually his style, but he would make an exception for the beauty that was sitting here with him.
Sukuna paid for them so Gojo could use the toilet. Wanting to go home, he was itching for everything Gojo was ready to give him, of course. To Sukuna's surprise, he found himself pressed against the wall by Gojo as soon as they left the restaurant, a pleasant surprise. Sukuna let Gojo kiss him, opening his mouth as he felt Gojo's lip against his lip, sliding their lips together. Sukuna's arms wrapped around Gojo's waist without even thinking, pressing them even closer together, as they kissed. Sukuna could taste the chocolate mouse Gojo had eaten in his mouth, mixed with the last sip of wine, a sinful taste in which Sukuna indulged, not wanting to change everything. This was what he had wanted, this and more.
"Take me home with you," Gojo murmured against Sukuna's lips. Their faces so close together that they shared breaths. Sukuna felt a little smirk on his lips, "Of course, love." A little of the nickname he had slipped past his lips, without any thought, but he saw how Gojo blushed, so he didn't correct himself, letting the nickname hover in between them. Some things didn't need further explanation, at least that is what Sukuna thought.
The drive home to Sukuna's was quiet, both of them thinking about the evening's possibilities, but the quiet wasn't uncomfortable; it was just a break from conversation while the radio played evening jazz, calming the silence a little. Sukuna's hand rested on Gojo's knee, a constant pressure to remind him he was there. Sukuna had thought about moving his hand, teasing him, but he was… scared that it would be too much too soon, so he had decided against it. Sukuna watched Gojo as closely as he could while driving the car, and he saw that Gojo had made a point of not looking at Sukuna at all. A small smile was on Sukuna's lips; it was cute.
Sukuna opened the door to his apartment shortly after, having his fingers laced with Gojo's since the ride in the elevator. Gojo had taken his hand hesitantly, and Sukuna had let this happen, but it seemed like Gojo wanted more, because he found himself pressed against the wall again. Sukuna was more than happy about this, as he wrapped one arm around Gojo, one hand on the small of his back, the other hand resting on the other's ass. Sukuna thought he was in heaven, as he felt the ass up, fingers digging into the meat of it, eliciting a small moan from him. Sukuna wanted nothing more than to drink them all. Sukuna used the grip to pull Gojo even closer, their erections brushing together through many layers of fabric, groaning at the contact.
Long fingers found their way under his shirt, tracing his abs slowly. Sukuna shifted his weight, pressing a thigh between Gojo's, offering the other something to rub against as their tongues danced, kissing deeply. Sukuna pushed Gojo away from him, making him chase his mouth. Cute.
But Sukuna wanted nothing more than to reach his bedroom, and they made their way to his bed in a tangle of limbs. Somehow, Sukuna lost his shirt on the way. The only thing he knew as he landed on the bed was that he wasn't wearing it anymore; he would not complain about that. Not when Gojo, also shirtless, was lying on him, it was heavenly. They kissed like that for a while, before Sukuna turned both of them, making him moan and whimper as Sukuna kissed down his neck, tracing the scars with his tounge, working his way down his chest.
Sukuna reached a nipple, softly kissing it, making Gojo gasp as he bit it shortly after, soothing the pain with his tounge. He treated the other side the same before he worked his way down the map of scars on Gojo's body, kissing everyone that crossed his path. Sukuna's cock was throbbing, but this wasn't about him, so he ignored it. This was about Gojo making him comfortable, showing him how beautiful he was. Worshipping him.
Sukuna kissed his way down Gojo's stomach, past the navel, and down to the tender and sensitive skin on the lower stomach, kissing and kissing until he reached the bulge of his pants. Gojo squirmed under Sukuna's attentions, fully focused on Sukuna's mouth and tounge. Mind surely and undoubtedly empty by now.
As Sukuna pressed his face into the fabric there, inhaling the heady scent of it. Making Gojo whimper. "Please?" the voice was barely hearable.
"Please, what? Please stop or please stop? I need your words." Sukuna said, smirking into the darkness.
"Please more." Gojo breathed out.
And who was Sukuna to not oblige? Not when the beauty in his bed begged for more. He unzipped Gojo's pants with his teeth, before he shoved them down the thighs, mouthed at the fabric of Gojo's briefs, before he pulled them away, letting his cock spring free.
Licking a few times over the tip, giving him the chance to say no, but the only thing he got was a heady moan, Sukuna took that as a yes. Taking the tip in his mouth, tounge tracing the underside of it, before he moved down, following a vein with the tounge, before he closed his mouth around the whole length. Sukuna started to bob his head, tounge dancing around it, moaning around the cock in his mouth. It took not long for Gojo to cum like this, it would be embarrassing if Sukuna wasn't as endeared by him. He swallowed before he came up, kissing Gojo on the mouth.
"You good?" Sukuna asked, voice raspy. Gojo hummed against his lips.
"More than good," Gojo answered.
Gojo needing a moment to steady his breath.
It seemed that some of the blood had returned to Gojo's head. What about you? "We have the whole night," Sukuna said, voice ending in a moan as he slipped a hand into his pants. Gojo laughed as he worked his hand in Sukuna's pants. Sukuna grabbed the wrist, pressing it into the pillows by his head, as he leaned in to kiss Gojo again.
"Then let us use it," Goho said breathlessly.
This time, it was Sukuna's turn to just hum against the heat of Gojo's skin. Sukuna would make sure to use it; he had plenty to show Gojo, after all.