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Sukuna skitters under a tree, the roots lifted enough to make a space underneath, just large enough for the kit. The oni stalks by, unaware of his prey escaping. When the beast is by, Sukuna clambers out and dashes away, heading up the winding grassy path on the side of a mountain. Decorative stones litter the trail, but the little fox doesn't recognize it as much other than human built .

It takes hours, but he stops when he sees the shrine. It's beautiful and something stirs in his chest when he sees the fox statues out front. He's panting, ears back and kimono dirty as he creeps toward the building. The dark woods around him are dangerous at night, so he steps into the shrine tentatively. It's eerily silent, but the bowl of rice on the altar catches his attention. 

He chirps and mewls happily as he takes the bowl and sits to eat. He's starving. He hasn't eaten since he woke up days ago.

Gojo’s ears twitch at the sound of paws padding around his shrine. They sound lightweight - a rabbit maybe?

He scrunches his nose, smelling someone new, but similar to him. No, definitely not a rabbit. Could it be another fox?

Gojo smirks when he hears happy little chirping echoing in the night. Curiously, the intruder doesn’t seem concerned about masking its presence. Poor thing must not have realized where it wandered off to.

Gojo uncurls his tails lazily and stretches his long limbs. With a yawn, he wraps his kimono around his waist, and grabs his pouch before heading to investigate. 

Silently, he creeps towards the noises in his shrine, careful not to make a sound. He observes from a distance.

The first thing he notices is a small tail, just one. He must be young. Even more curious is how shamelessly he’s eating his offering. He’s cute, and clearly naive.

Bright, blue eyes glow from the shadows when Gojo makes his presence known. His 9 white tails sway behind him as he gazes down at the little fox.

“What do we have here?”

Sukuna startles and without a second thought, turns and throws the bowl of mostly eaten rice at the new person. Belatedly he realizes that he's like him . He skitters back away from Gojo and hisses at him. His ears are perked forward though, interested despite his scare.

"Who are you?" Sukuna asks. He's a grown up and Sukuna doesn't know much about it, but he watches his nine tails and knows that he's powerful.

Gojo catches the bowl in his grasp effortlessly. He hums as he inspects the empty contents, then turns his attention back to the little fox. 

“First, you steal my food, then you throw things at me?” 

He twirls the empty bowl on his finger before tossing it onto the floor with an echoing thud. 

He walks closer to Sukuna, closing the gap in one stride. Grinning wide, Gojo crouches low to face him.

“I think you need to tell me who you are first.”

"If it was yours, you shouldn't have left it out. Just begging for it to be stolen." Sukuna looks up at him, defiant, but curious. His eyes are wide and he moves a bit closer to inspect him. He doesn't introduce himself yet.

Gojo clicks his tongue. “Just because something is left out, doesn’t mean it’s yours for the taking.”

He sits crossed legged before Sukuna, tails wrapping around his thighs. He stares back at him, maintaining his curious gaze. “Do you not know about Inari, or the purpose of these shrine offerings?”

"No, and if you don't tell me your name, I'm going to call you whatever I want." Sukuna threatens. The severity is lessened by his little grin. His tail wags behind him.

“It’s Satoru Gojo.” He says, expecting the little fox to be impressed. He’s well known, after all.

“Does an untamed beast like you even have a name?”

"Beast?" Sukuna scoffs, "I'm not a beast." He tries to scoot closer, not sensing any danger, "I'm Sukuna." He doesn't react to Gojo's name.

“I’m obviously kidding, you’re clearly a runt.” Gojo smiles and flicks Sukuna with one tail. 

Sukuna scrunches his nose up at him and his ears flatten in displeasure. "I'm not..."

“Nothing wrong with being young, little one.” Gojo presses a finger on the foxes nose lightly, for a moment.  

“Tell me, Sukuna, what are you doing wandering around at night, stealing offerings?”

"Offerings? To who?" Sukuna scoots forward again, trying to get closer to the fluffy white tails over Gojo's lap. "But I was just hungry. I woke up a few days ago, and that's all I know."

“Inari.” Gojo says simply. This is something every kitsune should know. 

He looks down at the little fox. He’s strange, and that makes him interesting. 

“I have a lot of questions for you. But most importantly, are you still hungry, and do you need a place to sleep?”

"I might not answer you. Yes I am. Yes I do." Sukuna says, counting it off with his fingers. "And I don't know who Inari is, but I think I should?" He ponders it for a moment and then shrugs. "It's cold sleeping outside."

Gojo quirks an eyebrow, and explains. “Yes, you should. Inari is the god of rice, agriculture and prosperity. The offering you ate is to show gratitude, it’s not meant to be dinner.”

He stands up, and extends a hand towards the little fox. “Come.”

Sukuna looks at his hand, contemplates biting his fingers, but thinks better of it. For now . He stands, "Then why do you have it? You're like me, right?" He follows, looking thoughtful as he takes Gojo's hand absently.

“I am, but much older.” Gojo rubs his thumb over the boy’s hand, feeling his soft skin. He leads him down the shrine, lighting candles with his tail as they move through the night. The flame shoots precisely, creating an orange hue in the shrine.

He releases the boy’s hand and opens a cupboard. He rummages through before tossing Sukuna an apple. 

Sukuna catches it with a chirp and he starts munching on it immediately. "Why does it feel like I should know who Inari is?" He asks as he starts wandering around the room, opening all of the cupboards and drawers he can reach.

Gojo munches on an apple and looks at Sukuna thoughtfully. As he chews, he explains, “Because you should, Inari is basically a part of you. I find it hard to believe you’ve never heard of them.”

He steps closer to the fox and leans down. He grabs his tail curiously, feeling the softness of Sukuna’s fur.

“Where did you come from?”

Sukuna yanks his tail away and narrows his eyes at Gojo. "I woke up in an abandoned shrine a few days ago and I had to leave to find food." His ears are angled a bit back, defensive, but not angry yet.

“Hmm,” Gojo muses. “Something is off here.” He maintains the closeness and stares at the little fox with widened eyes. The blue is almost holographic in the orange lit room, glowing and ominous. 

“You’re a kitsune, right? Yet you’ve supposedly never heard of Inari.” He pinches the tuft of Sukuna’s ears, before flicking at them. “You need to start explaining yourself, and quickly.”

Sukuna's ears flick when they're touched and he scowls. "I think so... I don't know how I got there, or where I was before that. I woke up in a shrine kind of like yours, but it was smaller." Sukuna backs away, a bit concerned that Gojo will turn to violence. 

"Like I said, Inari sounds like something I should know, but I can't quite remember. Like there's something missing." He hunkers down lower, trying to look smaller so Gojo doesn't attack.

Gojo continues to study the little fox, poking him as he pleases. “You don’t seem malicious. You’re more like a child….” He picks up Sukuna’s arm and lightly shakes it, as if he were a bag of candy.

Gojo cocks his head to the side and his tails sway. “So you’ve lost your memory?”

"I am a child." Sukuna rolls his eyes so hard his whole body moves. "And I guess so. Can't. Remember." He pokes Gojo in the stomach. He wants to poke his face, but he figures the older kitsune will get mad if he climbs him.

Gojo grins and claps his hands together excitedly. He doesn’t register the little poke. “How odd! How old are you, little one?”

Sukuna blinks up at him for a second and then tilts his head to the side, ear flopping a bit as he moves. "Nine? I think." His eyes then track Gojo's tails and his own wags, betraying his excitement.

“Nine!” Gojo sings, and his blue eyes sparkle. “A child kitsune! I’ve heard of this, but never in 1,000 years have I met one. I didn’t think it was possible.”

"What?" Sukuna's lips part slightly, and then he looks up into Gojo's eyes, mesmerized for a moment. "What isn't possible?"

Gojo rambles, words flowing like a stream. “A kitsune normally can’t speak until they’re at least one hundred years old! But you! You’re nine!” 

Excitedly, he picks Sukuna up and twirls him around. “You’re a marvel.”

Sukuna's ears swivel back as he's spun around and he squirms until he gets a bite on Gojo's arm. "Put me down-" His arms try to pry, but he can't even keep his head near enough to bite Gojo again. Then the rest of it catches up and he preens, tail wagging more adamantly. "I'm a marvel?"

Gojo shakes his arm and looks down at the tiny bite mark. “A marvel with terrible manners.” He tries to scold, but his smile betrays him. 

Sukuna smiles back at him, a little sneaky look in his eyes. "Can I have more stuff then? Since I'm a marvel?"

“Maybe. What do you want?” Gojo lifts the fox up higher and rests him on his hip. He likes the warmth of his body against his own.

Sukuna doesn't fight the hold, instead he wraps his arms around Gojo so he doesn't lose his balance. "Pretty things, and money, and toys, and clothes. And food." He's purposefully trying to look cute to get what he wants.

“Greedy little thing, hm? Maybe if you’re kind to me, I’ll be kind in return.” Gojo looks down at the little fox in his arms, inspecting his kimono. It could be nicer, something more fitting for a marvel. He imagines decorating Sukuna in beautiful silk, what colors might compliment his pink hair the best.

Sukuna pulls a little face at the words, scrunching up his nose. "I'll be kind." He lies very obviously. He wants the gifts though. "I'll be good." It's slightly more believable, but still a stretch.

“Mm, I’m sure you will be.” Gojo leads Sukuna to the bedroom at the end of the shrine. It’s small and cozy with a futon in the center. The blankets are thick and fluffy and Gojo plops the little fox right on top of them.

Gojo rummages through a dresser and pulls out a pair of red tassel earrings. He twirls them above Sukuna, “What do you think of these?”

Sukuna pats around in the futon, enjoying the fluffy blankets. He's never been in one. That he can remember. He peers up at the earrings and makes an interested noise. "They're nice, give me them." After a second he adds on a, "please."

Gojo waits for Sukuna to finish his sentence and smiles when he does. He kneels before him and touches his ear lobes, pinching the skin with his index finger and thumb. “Are they pierced?”

"No." Sukuna angles his head into the touch, enjoying it for now.

“You can’t wear these unless your ears are pierced.” Gojo explains as he lightly presses his nails into the soft skin of Sukuna’s ear. 

He dangles the earrings in front of Sukuna’s face, bouncing the red tassels. “How much do you want them?”

Sukuna narrows his eyes at Gojo and squirms a bit. "Come on..." He whines, "I'm not begging for them. Just give me them if you're going to."

“Alright, but it’ll hurt. Promise not to cry?”

"I'm not a baby." Sukuna argues.

“That’s right.” Gojo stands up and rummages through the closet. He grabs a towel and a little white box. 

“Sit up nice and straight for me.” Gojo wraps the towel around Sukuna’s shoulders. “Hold onto it tightly.”

Kneeling before Sukuna, he holds up a silver sewing needle and inspects the sharpness in the dim light. Then he snaps his fingers and produces a small flame and runs the needle through it. Once the silver burns orange, he blows on it.

“Ready?”

Sukuna stares at the needle and feels that he has severely miscalculated. "Yeah." He holds his head high and watches the orange metal. His little fists are balled in his lap.

“The red matches your eyes.” Gojo muses as he places a firm hand on Sukuna’s shoulder. He lines the needle against his ear lobe, poking lightly a few times until he finds the right angle.

“Okay, deep breath.”

Sukuna is very still as he looks up at Gojo, and not at the needle. He inhales on command.

Gojo pierces the boy’s skin with the sharp end of the needle in one fluid motion. It goes through easily, and without resistance. He immediately places the earring into the fresh hole, and kisses the red skin lightly.

Sukuna yelps at the sharp pain, but then he sulks at the kiss. "It's not that bad..." His ears are angled back, and his cheeks are rosy but he doesn't cry. "You have to do the other one right?"

“Good. You’re very brave.” Gojo whispers into his ear. He positions himself before the left side and steadies the needle. He makes a dramatic inhale, signaling Sukuna to do the same before stabbing into his soft skin. After placing the second earring, he holds Sukuna by the shoulders to take in the sight.

“Beautiful.”

Sukuna's cheeks are warm and his tummy is doing flips, but he nods, mouth firmly shut. "Mhm."

After a moment, he lowers his eyes to look at Gojo's hands on his shoulders. They're very big, and his fingers are long. "That wasn't so bad..."

“What do you think?” Gojo asks as he brings the little fox towards a mirror on the wall. He stands behind him slightly, hands still on his shoulders. 

Sukuna looks at himself in the mirror and purrs softly, "They do match my eyes." He didn't fully trust Gojo, but having seen it, he agrees. He also notices how red his face and ears are. "This is my first gift?"

The kit tilts his head and looks up over his shoulder. He barely reaches Gojo's stomach. He's so tall... "Will I get more if I stay with you?"

“Yes.” Gojo grazes his fingers along Sukuna’s neck to lightly touch the earrings. He stares into Sukuna’s eyes through the reflection, and smiles at him. “Do you want to stay?”

"Yes. You'll keep feeding me, and the yokai and akuma can't get me when I'm in here, right?" Sukuna gets caught looking between Gojo's eyes above him, and in the mirror, looking up, and then forward.

“Both are true. I have lots of good snacks and you can eat whatever you want.” Gojo splays his hand across Sukuna’s chest, fingers wide. He lightly traces along the skin, feeling the outlines of his collarbones. “But how will you earn your keep?”

Sukuna looks in the mirror, noting how much of his chest is covered by Gojo's hand. "I'll keep you company?" He looks thoughtful, furrowing his brows before looking up again. "I don't have anything else for you."

Gojo hums. “Company would be nice. I have a few ideas I can show you later.” He winks at the fox before backing away towards the futon. He curls up on the duvet and wraps his fluffy tails around his body. “For now, let’s go to bed. You did wake me up, after all.”

Sukuna watches him, and stares at his tails. They look comfortable. So does the futon. His ears hurt though, the pain radiating into a burning warmth that throbs in time with his heart. He takes the towel from around his shoulders and tosses it before walking over to the futon and curling up immediately close to Gojo.

"Isn't it weird to share a futon? You aren't my mom." Sukuna doesn't remember her, but he knows he shared futons with her. He thinks. It feels familiar enough.

“What’s weird about it?” Gojo wraps his tails around Sukuna, engulfing him in white fur. They sway softly, ticking Sukuna’s cheeks with the fluffy tips. “Would you prefer to sleep on the ground, or perhaps outside, where the yokai could get you?”

Sukuna gives him a dirty look as he snuggles up to the large fluffy tails. "I crawled in here didn't I?" His ears hurt and when Gojo kissed it, it felt better, but he won't say that. It wasn't like the pain stopped, but the closeness helped. Sukuna curls in close to Gojo, tucked up against him, hoping for the same feeling.

“I’m glad you did, I wanted you to.” Gojo says. The boy is so warm and small against him, so close already. 

He smiles and runs a hand along Sukuna’s pink hair. He admires the earrings, and notices the skin is still red and enflamed. “Do your ears feel okay?”

Sukuna looks thoughtful for a second then makes a soft noise, like a whimper, "They still hurt..." He purposefully wells up tears in his eyes, looking at Gojo in a way he hopes will get the attention he wants.

“Aw, come here little one.” Gojo coos as he brings Sukuna to lay across his chest. He blows softly onto his ears to cool them, before  kissing the skin softly, one at a time. “Does this help?”

Sukuna stays perfectly still, then his tail wags traitorously. "Yeah..." He feels a bit too close to the older kitsune, but he can't place why yet. "They're hot. But not intolerable."

“They’ll feel better soon.” Gojo kisses below the piercing, along Sukuna’s neck and whispers softly. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Sukuna squirms, not sure what to do with the kisses. "Um... N-no." His cheeks are red and he doesn't know why his stomach feels like it's tied in knots. "We can just sleep? I'll feel better in the morning..."

Gojo inhales the boy’s scent deeply before pulling away with a sigh. He doesn’t want to push too fast, lest he scare him away. “Mhm.” Resting his head on the pillow, Gojo wraps an arm around Sukuna’s small frame. “Sweet dreams, little marvel.”

Sukuna makes a small noise as he gets comfortable, curling up against Gojo, tucked up in his tails. It feels right to have an older kitsune curled up with him, so he falls asleep quickly. It's the first easy sleep he's had since he awoke. 

The safest too.

Gojo awakes with the bird songs before the sun rises over the hills. His blue eyes open partially to find the little fox still curled against him, sleeping soundly. He pets Sukuna’s pink hair, admiring his soft skin and the peaceful expression on his face for a few moments.

Carefully, he peels away from the sleepy fox and crawls out of bed. He stretches his long limbs with a little mewl and fans his tails behind him. 

In the kitchen, he prepares aburage. The sound of frying oil echoes throughout the shrine as he makes breakfast for two.

Sukuna wakes up to the smell of food and he perks up. Fried tofu. His ears flick and he yawns. The futon is empty, and he looks around for a moment. Then he fluffs around in the blankets, accidentally ripping it once, and then doing it more because he likes the sound of the fabric ripping. The thick blanket turns to ribbons before the young kitsune stands finally and pads out of the room.

His ears are already healed and they don't hurt anymore.

The shrine is small and straightforward, so Sukuna finds his way back to the kitchen easily. He stands in the doorway with his kimono askew, "Tofu?"

Gojo smiles at Sukuna and flips the tofu in the pan, raising it into the air dramatically. “Perfect timing! Can you prepare the tea?”

"I don't know how." Sukuna says innocently, walking over to Gojo and trying to peek up at the food.

“Right, I’ll have to teach you.” Gojo turns off the stove and plates the aburage over white rice. He then starts the water to prepare a pot of green tea. 

Gojo turns to Sukuna and straightens his kimono. “How’d you sleep?”

Sukuna looks pleased as he looks up, "Good. And can't you just keep making the tea? I won't be any good at it."

Gojo’s waves his hand dismissively. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. It’s not hard.” 

Once the water is heated, Gojo demonstrates setting the loose tea leaves in the pot. “You don’t want too many, see?” He then takes the kettle and pours the hot water over the leaves.  

“While it steeps - Can you take these to the table?” He nods at the breakfast plates. 

Sukuna glares at the teapot before he takes the dishes and brings them to the low table. He puts them beside each other, and sits. He kneels and watches Gojo with his tail wagging and ears trained on him. "It looks good."

Gojo sits crossed legged on the zabuton and puts his hands together in a prayer. “Itadakimasu.”

He looks at Sukuna and waits for him to repeat before eating. 

They have a small staring contest before Sukuna goes for the food without praying, quick little hands.

Gojo’s ears twitch and he sighs. He strains the leaves from the tea and pours a cup for him and Sukuna. He blows on it before taking a sip, watching the little fox eat.

Sukuna looks pleased when he gets to eat without praying. He makes a satisfied sound and chirps at the crisp of the tofu. He sips some of his tea, holding his cup perfectly. Elegant and trained. It clashes with the mess that his bowl is in.

Gojo is amused, enjoying having company for once. He eats slowly as he watches Sukuna’s every movement.

“Tell me more about what you remember before coming here. For starters - do you know where your parents are?”

"I only know about my mother, but I don't know where she is." Sukuna shrugs, shoveling food into his mouth before primly sipping more tea. "She didn't have as many tails as you, I think. But I look like her."

“You don’t seem too worried about that.” Gojo says thoughtfully. He sips his tea, wondering if another pink haired fox is going to wander into his shrine in search of her son. 

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want, but you’ll have to help around the shrine.”

"I don't remember her, so I don't miss her, I guess." Sukuna shrugs. "And isn't my company enough?" He looks up, making sure his eyes shine just right. His ears flatten to the sides to look cuter too.

Gojo nods. He’s not too concerned, really. 

He covers his laugh with his tea cup, before setting it down loudly onto the table. 

“I’m sure you’ll look really cute holding a broom!”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and his whole body sags with his attitude. "Can't I do something else instead? I'm just a kid."

“I’ll reward you with lots of gifts - like food, clothes and pretty things. Whatever your little heart desires.”

Gojo’s tails sway behind him as he peers down at Sukuna. “But you did say you’d earn your keep, so I’m holding you to that.” 

Sukuna looks displeased at having to keep his 'word', but he sighs and nods. "Fine. I'll sweep." He just won't do a good job. But then he thinks about the gifts he'll receive...

"We can play too, right? Not just clean and get gifts?"

“Great.” Gojo pats Sukuna on the forehead, between his ears. “And of course we’ll play.”

 Standing up abruptly, he smiles down at Sukuna. “Think you can catch me?”

"Yeah, I'm fast. I outran all the oni and akuma that chased me before I got here." Sukuna puts his bowl down and looks excited. "What do I get if I catch you?"

“How about…” Gojo starts, before he’s turning his heels and bolting towards the door, fast. “New sandals!” He shouts excitedly as his tails bounce behind him. 

Sukuna makes a loud high pitched noise as he sprints after. He doesn't care as much about getting the sandals as he does catching the older kitsune.

Gojo is fast, but Sukuna has high hopes, singular tail puffed up behind him. It's streamlined to help him run better.

Gojo zips towards the trees, and into the forest. Green blurs like an impressionistic painting as he runs past. He looks behind him, spotting the little fox surprisingly not too far behind and sticks his tongue out with a wink.

Sukuna growls, albeit playfully, as he chases. It feels a bit futile. He doesn't seem to be gaining on him, so instead he starts trying to outsmart him, to cut him off before he turns. It'll be the only way for the youngling to catch him.

Gojo rushes ahead until Sukuna is out of sight then ducks into a large shrub. He lays low to the ground, movements still as he watches the little fox. His tactics aren’t bad, he can observe how he’s trying to outsmart him. It’s cute how he thinks it’s a possibility. 

Gojo waits until Sukuna’s back is facing him, before darting from the bushes and wrapping his arms around his small frame. “ Gotcha ~”

Sukuna shrieks, startled and then mad that he got caught. "No!" He squirms and kicks a bit, but when he can't break free, he slumps and looks over his shoulder with a pout. "That's not fair." His cheeks are pink from exertion and he's panting a bit.

“Not fair, huh?” Gojo hums as he hovers above. “You’re lucky I'm not a yokai, little one, or else you’d be fresh meat between my arms.”

He tightens his grasp around the smaller kitsune’s chest. With a grin and a playful tone he challenges, “Show me how well you can fight. Free yourself.”

Sukuna yelps again, his sounds more fox-like as he struggles. "I got away from the others-" He grunts and squirms, kicking and even trying to claw at Gojo. "You're just really fast!" It's a whine as he kicks and tries to pry himself free.

It's not working and he's making little annoyed noises the longer he's stuck.

Gojo grins as the little fox squirms in his arms. “I know I'm fast, and strong.” He gloats shamelessly. “Try harder. I promise you’ll be rewarded.”

"Gojooo-" Sukuna groans and starts pushing harder. He resorts to biting his hand when he can't get him to budge. "Not fair, you're so much bigger than me!"

“Ow!” Gojo screams dramatically, “You’ve wounded me!” He falls over onto his knees, gripping his wrist to add to the theatrics. 

Sukuna laughs, triumphant. "Did I win?" He scrambles away to look back at Gojo with a smug little expression.

Gojo pouts, and tries to make his blue eyes watery. “It hurts.” He flashes the bite mark to Sukuna, the indents of little fangs red on his pale skin. “Will you make it feel better?”

Sukuna looks at him, worried for a moment, before he relaxes when he doesn't sense danger. He comes closer to hold Gojo's hand in his. "I don't know how to heal injuries..." But then he remembers what Gojo did for him, and he leans down. 

His lips press gently against Gojo's skin and his eyes close at the warmth on his lips. 

When he pulls back he looks almost embarrassed, "Did it help?"

Gojo’s eyes droop and he smiles at the feeling of Sukuna’s lips on his skin. They’re pink, and soft like delicate flower petals. He imagines how they’d feel against his own.

“Yes, thank you. You’re very kind.” 

Kneeling like this, he’s almost eye level with the smaller kitsune. Gojo extends a hand, wanting to bring him back closer. “I think you’ve earned your reward.”

"Sandals?" Sukuna offers, stepping in close, his danger sense thrown to the side. "Mine are kind of falling apart."

Gojo looks down at Sukuna’s feet and agrees. “They are, and a marvel like you deserves something much nicer.” His fingers trace along the tattered straps, tickling along the side of Sukuna’s small foot. 

Sukuna twitches slightly and pulls his foot back, "That tickles. Do you have something nicer? And can I have a bath?"

Gojo smiles at the boy’s reaction. He’s ticklish, and sensitive. “I do, and they’ll make you a tad taller. Though not as tall as me.” He stands up, towering above the boy once more. “Do you want one now?”

"Sure." Sukuna shrugs and looks up, "Lead the way back, I don't know where we are." He tries to look cute to get his way, not really thinking about if Gojo was going to do it anyway.

Gojo nods and grabs Sukuna’s hand to lead him through the forest and back to the shrine. The sun flickers through the leaves casting shadowy circles on the grass beneath them. 

“How are your ears feeling?” He asks as they walk, looking down to watch the red tassels sway.

"Better, they healed overnight." Sukuna looks around them as they walk, looking for cool hiding spots, or pretty trees and flowers. He has to walk fast to keep up with Gojo, but he doesn't mind. "Do you think I'll get to be a nine tails like you one day?" He asks out of the blue.

“Maybe. It can be hard to live this long in a world like this. But, if you stay with me, I’ll help train you to become fast and strong like I am.”

Gojo tries to shorten his stride to match the kid’s but struggles with his long legs. He looks down at the young kitsune, trying to imagine him as a matured nine tails. 

“You’re already strong, I’d love to see you again in 1,000 years for a rematch.”

Sukuna pauses, "When am I leaving? That means I have to leave, right?"

Gojo runs his thumb along Sukuna’s hand and squeezes reassuringly. “You don’t have to leave anytime soon, or ever, if you wish.”

"Maybe later, but I don't want to right now. You're the safest place." Sukuna looks at Gojo's thumb, hand holding his own smaller one. He swings their hands as he walks. "I think I'll get my tails faster than any other kitsune. Maybe I'll have more even by next week. And I'll be like you in a year."

Gojo chuckles. “ Maybe .”

The magnificent red walls of the shrine appear proudly through the trees, outlined by a proud standing torii gate. Stone foxes adorned with red bibs are scattered around the entrance, welcoming the two kitsune home. 

Gojo slips off his sandals in the doorway, and waits for Sukuna to do the same. 

“It’s probably been a while since your last bath, hm? It’s time to get you nice and clean.”

"I don't remember my last bath, so, I guess it was before I woke up. Or I've never had one, but I doubt that." Sukuna pulls his sandals off and plops them on the floor. He pads after Gojo as they go deeper into the shrine. "Is it going to be cold? Or can you use fire to heat it?"

“I’ll adjust the temperature to whatever you find most comfortable.” Gojo assures as he leads Sukuna towards the bathroom at the back of the shrine. 

The bathroom is covered floor to wall with a black tiling and red trim. Tropical plants line the windows, growing vines down the walls and onto the bamboo shelves. In the center of the room is a deep, bear claw tub. 

Gojo turns on the faucet, filling the tub with a steady stream of lukewarm water. As the water runs, he snaps his fingers to produce small flames underneath the tub to warm it, running his hands in the water to test the temperature.

“Go ahead and get undressed while the tub fills.”

Sukuna looks around the room, quiet as he takes it in. It's not like the rest of the shrine. Gojo must have seen it somewhere else. Maybe with the humans. He nods absently as he taps a foot on the tile and unties his belt. He has no reason to be embarrassed yet, so he strips easily, pulling his singular tail through the little hole in his simple kimono, and shedding his underlayer as well. He doesn't wear underwear, just the white yukata that he sheds and drops in an unceremonious pile.

Gojo watches the kitsune undress from the corner of his eyes and his tails sway behind him.

“Come and test the temperature.”

Sukuna walks over and dips his fingers in the water, standing beside Gojo as he leans into the tub slightly. "It's nice. You can make it hotter if you want. I'm not a baby."

“I know you’re not.” Gojo hums as his eyes wander the boy’s body, taking in his smooth, hairless chest and thin frame. He maintains his gaze as a larger flame emits from his palms, warming the tub. “How’s that?”

Sukuna swirls his hand in the water and hums, "It's good now." He doesn't notice the prolonged stares. The way that Gojo's eyes travel his body like a heavy blanket, pinning him down. He steps into the tub, not wasting any time. As soon as he's in, he ducks underwater and comes up a moment later with a splash.

Gojo hums happily as he undoes his belt and unwraps his kimono. He undresses quickly, and slides into the tub with the little kitsune. He bends his long legs on either side of Sukuna, making space for two. “Feels good.” He smiles as steam wafts from the water. 

Sukuna watches him get in across from him and his eyes only linger between his legs for a second, before he looks away with a blush. Once Gojo is seated, Sukuna looks back at him, cheeks and the tips of his ears pink. "It does." 

The young fox ducks under again and scrubs at his hair while he's under, then comes back up with a gasp. His fox ears flick, sending water off of them as he smiles up as Gojo. He gets a bit closer, "Your tails don't even all fit in here, they're really pretty. Maybe you need a bigger tub."

“Come closer, so there’s more room.” Gojo beckons. He wets a cloth in the water then lathers it with soap until it’s white and bubbly. “And turn your back towards me, so I can wash it.”

Sukuna nods, crawling close and turning around, his hip and thighs bump into the older kitsune as he settles between his legs. His back touches Gojo, and he scoots back for more. When he feels his privates, Sukuna stops wiggling, hoping he doesn't make Gojo mad. He leans forward and mumbles, "Is this okay?"

“Mhm, perfect.” Gojo’s throat tightens when the kitsune scoots closer to him. He coughs and takes a deep breath before running the cloth along the boy’s back. He can feel the curves of his skin through the fabric, tracing the lines of his thin shoulder blades as he covers him in soap. 

Sukuna can't stop the way he arches into the touch. He tucks his head down, making soft, pleased noises. "I'm a marvel right? Will other kitsune treat me well? Like you do?" He stretches his arms forward and his tail untucks from under him slightly and bumps into Gojo's deep inner thigh.

“You truly are.” Gojo muses as he rinses the soap from Sukuna’s back. He leans forward and mouths along the wet skin, bringing his arms around Sukuna’s chest. “I’m not sure any others would treat you as well as I do. They might not understand how marvelous you really are.”

Sukuna's breath hitches at the kisses. Or what he's pretty sure are kisses. His eyes flutter shut and he arches into, and then away from his lips. He squirms, not sure what he wants. "That tickles..." He feels something weird in his groin, so he tries to close his legs, to make the weirdness go away. "I bet they wouldn't make me sweep..."

“You haven’t even held a broom yet and you’re already complaining about it?” Gojo chuckles against his skin and presses a sweet kiss at the base of Sukuna’s neck.

He then grabs the wash cloth and squishes the soap between his fist. Holding Sukuna’s chest tightly he mutters, “Sit on my lap and lean against me, so I can wash your chest.”

Sukuna shivers and swallows his nerves. It's fine, there's nothing to be worried about. He doesn't look at Gojo's face as he presses back, lifting himself enough to lower down in his lap. Finally he leans his back against him and he looks up, "Like this?"

Gojo looks down at the little fox with half lidded eyes. “Just like this.” His cock swells underneath the boy, pressing against the curves of his smooth cheeks. He begins washing his chest slowly, dragging the cloth around his skin as he explores his body. 

Sukuna doesn't quite notice it at first, and then when he moves a bit, he looks puzzled. "Um, Gojo, what's that?" It makes him squirm slightly.

The cloth on his chest is nice, but there's so much skin touching that he can't really clear his head. His senses are overwhelmed slightly. "Are you okay?"

“Hm?” Gojo asks calmly as he moves the washcloth. “Oh, that’s just my penis, nothing to fret about. Don’t you have one, too?”

"I-I do." Sukuna stutters, embarrassed that it's something so simple. Gojo's treating it like it's normal, so it must be? He squirms a little bit more, unsure if he likes how the new hardness presses against him. "Um- is it..." He trails off, unable to think of anything but it. "Do adult... ones... get like that?" Hard.

“Sometimes. It’s a way of showing affection, it means I like you.” Gojo smiles down at him as he rinses the soap off Sukuna’s chest. He keeps his hips still, feeling the kitsune squirm above him. “Does yours ever get like this?”

"No." Sukuna still sounds unsure, but he looks up, "Is it supposed to? How can I do it? I promise I like you, even if it's not doing it..."

“You do? That makes me happy.” Gojo purrs, chest vibrating against Sukuna’s back. “I bet you can, you just might need help. Do you want me to show you?”

"You can help?" Sukuna doesn't quite understand, but he stops squirming, finally settling and leaning back more heavily. "Does it get weird like that so you can... pee?" He doesn't know what else it can be used for. "Is it easier to aim? But why does it happen when you like someone?"

“It’s not just for peeing.” Gojo chuckles softly, “It feels good.” He runs his hands along Sukuna’s thighs, lightly brushing his fingers against the boy’s little cock. “Can I make you feel good?”

Sukuna sucks in a breath and his thighs automatically try to close. "By touching it?" His mouth feels dry, and he has the weird swooping feeling in his stomach. "I...I guess." He takes a steadying breath, "What else does it do?"

“It will be easier to show you…” Gojo slides his fingers between the boy’s  thighs, preventing them from closing completely. “Do you trust me?”

Sukuna looks down and he can see his chest heaving. "You said it feels good? Like a hug?" His legs open slowly, trusting him without words.

“Mm, like a hug, but even better.” Gojo smiles when Sukuna’s legs open for him. He runs his fingers along his inner thigh before wrapping his hand around Sukuna’s cocklet. It’s small, and soft in his large grasp as he lightly begins to massage the boy. “How does it feel?”

It gets a shaky gasp, and Sukuna practically writhes. "It's-" It's not like when he holds it to go pee. A warmth blooms in his gut and his prick is so sensitive . He arches into, and then away from the touch. "I feel weird..." There's a throbbing between his legs, and he feels himself hardening. Just like Gojo is, but he's so much smaller. 

Sukuna turns his head and buries his face in Gojo's chest with a whine as his hips open more and he shakes under the touches.

“You’re doing so good, Sukuna.” Gojo praises as he kisses his pink hair.

“It’s better than a hug, right?” He hums approvingly when he feels the kitsune reacting to him. His movements are controlled and skilled, unfazed by Sukuna’s squirming. 

Gojo’s hand is so much larger than the boy’s prick he barely has to move it as his long fingers engulf him. He tickles along the shaft and pays special attention to the frenulum, tracing his fingers along it appreciatively.

Sukuna isn't sure if he should nod, but it's definitely better than a hug. "I like it- I like it ." He repeats, voice an octave higher as he bucks into the touches. The young fox nuzzles his face and cheek into Gojo's chest, mouth opening on his first moan. His eyes squeeze shut, embarrassed by the noise.

Gojo’s cock stirs when he hears that cute little moan. He lightly rocks his hips, sliding his length under Sukuna’s smooth cheeks in the same rhythm as his tugs.

“When it starts to feel really good, something will come out. Don’t be scared, it’s totally normal.”

"C-come out?" Sukuna sounds worried for a second, and then curious. "Like what?" He swallows a moan, hand coming up to slap over his mouth to hide it. "What comes out? How will I know?" It's muffled behind his hand, and it sounds strained as he pants and writhes.

Gojo moves the boy’s hand away from his mouth. “Don’t be shy, I want to hear you.” 

His own moan echoes through the bathroom as he grinds against the kitsune, feeling his warm body against his length. He imagines how tight he’d feel around him, how he’d barely fit inside.

Gojo increases his pace, curling his wrist as he massages Sukuna’s prick in his large fist. “It might feel like you have to pee, but what will come out is different. It’s white and it feels really really good.”

Sukuna can feel Gojo's hips moving, the way his own dick rubs against him, but it's disorienting trying to focus on anything other than Gojo's hand. He feels his legs tense and shake, trying to close automatically as he feels a pang of white hot pleasure in his gut. "Oh!" He cries out and opens his thighs again, "I feel it-"

Like he's going to pee. 

"I can't stop- Gojo I can't-!" He cries out at the sudden wave crashing through his small body. His first orgasm tears through him and his small prick throbs and twitches in Gojo's hand. Meager amounts of cum pump out of him, mixing into the water as he trembles and gasps, whining softly. His ears are flat, fur brushing Gojo's chest as he whimpers.

Gojo’s eyes flutter and his hands slow as he milks Sukuna through his first orgasm. “So beautiful, Sukuna, you’ve done so well.” He kisses along his hair and forehead. “Look up at me.”

Sukuna's heart is racing and he's breathing a bit too fast, but he looks up at Gojo, words on the tip of his tongue.

Gojo smiles down at the little fox and presses a soft kiss to his lips. “You deserve another reward. Do you want it now?”

Sukuna looks confused at the kiss, but presses up to get another one.. "Does yours do what mine did?" The young kitsune asks instead of answering him.

Gojo smiles and gives Sukuna another kiss, lingering a bit longer. “It does. I could show you, if you want.”

"Can I help?" Sukuna looks concentrated. He doesn't really like that it feels unequal now. Like Gojo did something for him, that he hasn't repaid. "I can touch yours?"

“You’d do that for me~?” Gojo cocks his head with a sly smile. “I’d like that. Want to turn around, so you can see it?”

With a little determined nod, Sukuna slides out of his lap and turns around. He's not sure how to sit, so he stretches his legs on either side of Gojo's hips and looks down. 

It's so big . And it's weird to look at. Kind of intimidating, but there's still heat smoldering inside him. Sukuna licks his lips, ears perked forward as he reaches under the water to try to take a hold of Gojo's length.

Gojo’s breath hitches when little fists wrap around his cock. “Can you mimic what I did, and grip tight while you move your hand up and down?”

"Yeah..." Sukuna sounds concentrated as he experimentally grips his hand, a little too loose, and he starts a slow pump up and down. He goes from midway to just under the tip a few times and then he gets too curious.

He traces his fingers over the tip, feeling the flared head and pushing back the foreskin to touch the ridge. Then he slides his fingers along the slit and shifts a bit closer. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and he grips him with both hands. He starts stroking him, grip still a bit too loose, worried about hurting him. He bumps over the head and then goes down to the base. He continues, biting his lips as he works.

Although Sukuna’s hands are clumsy and unskilled, the sight of his small fingers curling around his cock is enough to make Gojo twitch. The little fox is so cute as he focuses, and so eager to please. Gojo’s mouth is open, and he pants heavily as he watches.

“You’re doing so well, little one. Can you grip a little tighter for me?”

Sukuna screws his mouth shut tighter as he focuses, hands tightening and looking up to make sure it's not too tight. When Gojo doesn't get mad, he holds them in a line on Gojo's cock, his hands small enough that they fit side by side along his length. 

He starts jerking him and trying to massage his fingers how Gojo had done it to him. It's difficult sitting in front of him, so he scoots closer, angling Gojo's cock up toward his belly more fully.

His thumb brushing the frenulum and looking up to see Gojo's face again.

Gojo mutters a litany of praises for Sukuna, about how good he’s doing, how sweet and lovely he is. 

He’s painfully hard, and unsure if he can come from this. 

“Are you curious how it tastes? You could try kissing it, if you want.”

"I'm not going underwater. And why would I kiss it? You pee from there." Sukuna looks up at him, curious, and making a little scrunched up face.

Gojo chuckles, “There’s no pee on it now, I’m all clean from the bath.”

He gets up to rest on his knees, freeing himself from Sukuna’s grip and bringing his cock above the water. His erection is stiff as it points at the boy’s chest. 

“I’d really like it if you tried, so I could feel good like I did for you.”

Sukuna looks wary, but nods slowly. It is clean right now, so he doesn't complain about that again. "Where should I kiss it?" He figures that it's like how Gojo kissed his ear when it hurt. But it feels good, so he doesn't know why Gojo wants something so weird.

He holds the base steady, settling up and closer to it. He looks a bit intimidated, even if he's trying desperately to seem relaxed and cool.

“It’s kind of like eating a popsicle - try licking around it, and kissing at the tip. Just be mindful of your teeth, okay?”

Gojo’s eyes are half lidded as he stares at the little fox. He’s even cuter from this angle.

"Licking..." Sukuna mumbles to himself, wetting his lips before leaning in close and licking the tip with the flat of his tongue. It doesn't taste like too much, just like damp skin, so he licks again, more determined, and then he presses his lips to the slit in a soft chaste kiss, not knowing anything more. 

He ignores Gojo as he starts licking down the shaft, liking it. It's kind of like grooming.

“Like that, Sukuna.” Gojo purrs. “It feels amazing, I can do this for you sometime too, so that you can see.” 

The boy's sweet kisses are heavenly on his cock. It’s hard not to rock his hips as the pleasure builds in his gut, like lava in his veins. “The white stuff will come soon, are you ready?”

"But you feel good, right?" Sukuna asks, still concentrating. He leaves a few longer licks, not sure what technique to use, but learning that Gojo likes the licks on his tip a lot. Then he makes a little face. "-It's salty..."

Gojo nods and grabs onto the sides of the tub, thighs shaking as he struggles to stay kneeling. The longer licks send him over the edge, and without warning he’s moaning and spilling onto Sukuna’s tongue. The cum splatters onto his lips, cheeks and even his cute little nose.

Sukuna startles and pulls back, blinking and keeping his tongue stuck out. He makes a distressed noise after Gojo's cock stops shooting out ropes, after they stop covering his face. He pulls his tongue into his mouth and scrunches his nose up at the taste. "Is it okay to eat? Should I have spit it out?" 

He's spooked, but not upset, or even particularly uncomfortable. It's just something to feel good, right ?

Gojo pants for a moment, collecting himself before his blue eyes take in the sight of Sukuna covered in his seed. He smiles, and swipes his finger to collect a glob of cum from the boy’s face. “Yeah, it’s just salty.” He explains as licks his finger clean. 

The young fox is quiet for a second before he looks down at the water. Should he wash it...?

"Do you feel good? Do I get my reward?" Sukuna wipes a bit of the sticky cum off of his nose and licks it tentatively.

Gojo wipes Sukuna’s face with the washcloth, gingerly cleaning the cum from his face. “Mm, that felt really good. Thank you, my little marvel.” 

He presses a kiss onto the tip of Sukuna’s nose and smiles at him. “Yes, you’ve earned your reward.” 

He pulls the plug from the tub, draining the water. “You might find the it strange at first, but it’s for your own protection. Something that will ward off the yokai.”

"Like a protective charm? Why would I think that's weird?" Sukuna goes to stand and get out of the tub.

“Yeah, it’s like a charm of sorts.” Gojo stops Sukuna with his palm and tilts his head back to the tub. “Lay down in the tub for me, okay? You’ll receive your reward there, where it’s cleanest.”

"Cleanest...?" Sukuna questions, but he does as asked, laying down. He's small enough that none of him hangs out. "Like this?"

“Yeah, perfect. You’re such a good listener.” Gojo stands above the tub and looks down at Sukuna as he waits. His tails fan behind him, casting nine shadows on the wall. 

“Stay still and keep your mouth closed tight.” He makes a zipper motion with two fingers over his lips. 

Gojo leans in close and holds his cock in his hand. “Ready?”

Sukuna looks puzzled, "What? Ready for what?" His eyes track to how Gojo's holding his dick and his eyes widen. "Wait, wait- are you...? That's n-not-!" But in a moment of self preservation, he closes his mouth tight.

Gojo lets out a shaky exhale as he releases a stream of piss onto the boy. It pools on his sternum, dripping down on the porcelain surrounding him. The arc is controlled, as Gojo shifts his hips to aim for Sukuna’s legs, coating him in his urine. 

“You’re now coated in the scent of a powerful kitsune. When others smell this on you, they’ll know you’re under my protection. You’ll be safe.” He shakes the last few drops onto the boy’s toes.

Sukuna is stunned, lying in the mess. He gapes up at Gojo and looks down at himself. All he can smell is the older kitsune's scent. It overwhelms everything, and Sukuna feels cowed just being surrounded by it.

It's so strong...

No wonder other yokai won't come near. 

Sukuna whines high in his throat though, confused. "You peed on me!" He's sulking more than anything. He's not even trying to climb out of the tub. "I just had a bath. What kind of gift is this?"

Gojo chuckles softly. His eyes are half lidded and elated as he kneels down to look at the soiled fox in the tub.

“It’s a special gift I only give to those I really like.”

"I have to wash off though." Sukuna looks down at himself and kind of taps his fingers in the wet puddles on either side of him. The piss that hasn't gone down the drain. He knows that instinctually, this is claiming . That Sukuna's his territory, and it makes his cheeks burn.

Gojo inhales, long and deep through his nose to take in the strong scent of pee as it mixes with the warm steam. 

Then with an exhale and a sigh, “I’ll rinse you off. Stay still.”

He turns on the faucet and begins washing the urine from the boy’s chest, mixing yellow with water as it swirls down the drain. 

“You did so well today, how about a red bean bun after we get you dried off?”

Even after it's washed off, Sukuna can smell it on him, and he rolls so Gojo can rinse his tail too. "Yes. I like red bean I think. Can I have two?" He just pushes the weird feelings about the pee aside and focuses on Gojo paying attention to him.

“You can have two.” Gojo affirms as he rinses Sukuna’s little pink tail. “And you can pick dinner tonight also.”

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Once the little kitsune is washed, Gojo dries him with a fluffy white towel, paying special attention to his ears. He lightly pokes inside them to clean out any water and is careful not to go too deep.

Afterwards, he wraps the towel around Sukuna’s shoulders snuggly. “Cozy like a bug in a rug.” He hums with a goofy smile.

Sukuna holds the towel around himself, "Should I put my dirty kimono back on?" He still has the phantom feeling of the strong stream of piss splashing over his body and he squirms. He leans his head down to sniff, and sure enough, it's still strong. Not as much as it was though.

Gojo mimics the fox and sniffs near his neck. “Would you rather wear one of mine? It might be a bit big, but it’ll be cleaner. We can get you a new kimono soon, a nicer one.”

"Yours will be too big." But he knows his is in rough shape. "Do you have a yukata I can wear instead? Your kimono will drag on the ground and get ruined." He holds the towel firmly, but he angles his neck very subtly, giving Gojo better access.

Gojo runs the tip of his nose along the side of Sukuna’s neck. His scent is strong on the boy, an unmistakable claim. He pulls away and extends a hand. “We can find something that’ll work, let’s go check.”

Sukuna looks at his hand and sighs, taking it. He's old enough to walk by himself, he thinks, but Gojo offers it so much. It's like he likes leading the little fox around. Sukuna kind of likes it.

As they walk through the halls toward the bedroom, Sukuna asks, "Does this mean I'm yours now? Like you're my new mom? Or dad I guess." His mom never touched his penis or peed on him though. From what he can remember. He'd probably remember that, right?

“It does. Yokai, and even other kitsune will smell my scent on you, and know that you’re under my care. But I wouldn’t say I'm your mom or da-...” Gojo cuts off as he sees the destroyed duvet on the futon. His mouth falls agape, and he looks to Sukuna with an accusing stare.

Sukuna looks at it and then up at Gojo. "It was an accident."

Gojo looks at Sukuna, then back to the torn sheets a few times. With a sigh, he lets go of Sukuna’s hand and runs his claws along the ripped fabric and loose feathers. “Explain.”

Sukuna makes a face. "Uh, it... got caught on my claws and I got stuck and panicked." Nevermind that his claws are retractable, and they both know that.

“Hmm…” Gojo hums, as he picks up a feather between his fingers. He wants to believe the little fox, though it’s obviously a lie. “It’s not nice to destroy my things, even if you are panicked. This is the second time you disrespected my home.”

"Okay the first time was actually a mistake." Sukuna defends himself. "And you can just get a new blanket."

“I could but more importantly-“ Gojo inhales sharply. He walks over to the little fox and looms above him. He flicks the red tassel dangling from his ear as he stares down into his eyes. “How will you make up for your mistakes and accidents ?”

"Sorry." Sukuna looks up at him with a little smile. It's insincere since he's pretty sure Gojo won't do anything to punish him. "Do you want a kiss as an apology?" He bargains, knowing that Gojo seems to like them.

Gojo raises an eyebrow, then a sly smile works on his face. He kneels down before the fox, “You’re a quick learner.”

Sukuna looks smug for a second, then he takes Gojo's face in his hands and gives him a chaste kiss. "There." He's smirking, pleased that he's getting off easy.

“Hm. I think I deserve more, don’t you think?” Gojo pouts. “Those blankets were expensive.”

Sukuna huffs, but presses another kiss to his lips, and then another. With a pause after the second one, he leans in for a third, and he stays for longer. He doesn't pull away as fast. His lips almost part, but then he retreats, blushing despite himself.

“Like this.” Gojo places his pointer finger under Sukuna’s chin and tilts his face up. He leans down, and presses his lips against the boy’s. He lingers, opening and closing his lips languidly before parting them more. Curiously, he slides his tongue in Sukuna’s mouth, but only for a moment, just to introduce the idea.

Sukuna makes an odd noise and kind of giggles nervously. "Your tongue?" He opens his mouth and clumsily tries to mimic what Gojo did, his tongue sliding into the older kitsune's mouth for a second.

“Mhm.” Gojo smiles into the kiss. “That’s a grown up kiss. Have you ever done that before?”

"No, I haven't." Sukuna mumbles, quickly growing fond of the grown up kiss. "Why is it like this? It feels good." He makes the same little moan as before when their tongues rub together.

Gojo pulls away and licks his lips. “Kisses, and things like what we did in the tub, feel even better when you like the person.”

Sukuna looks a bit sad at the loss, but he wipes his mouth with his hand. "People do it with people they don't like? Why? Isn't it only done because you like them?"

Gojo chuckles, “People do all sorts of strange things, little one. But don’t worry about them, let’s get you dressed.”

He rummages through his dresser and thumbs through various silken kimonos. Idly, he thinks of getting one custom made for Sukuna, perhaps white with a blue obi belt, or pink like his hair. 

For now, he pulls out a light blue cotton yukata that he hasn’t worn in years and holds it up for Sukuna. “Come try this.”

Sukuna comes over, putting his arms out to wrap himself into the yukata. It's long on him, but he can probably tuck it up like farmers do and make it shorter. It's not as long as he expected it to be, maybe it's shorter on Gojo than his kimonos are.

"I like it." The boy says, still slightly drowning in fabric.

“You’re so cute.” Gojo sings as he looks down at the little fox. He rolls up the sleeves to free Sukuna’s little hands and pats along the oversized yukata. “We can get you a new kimono soon.”

The boy is absolutely covered in his scent, and Gojo couldn’t be more pleased.

"I know." Sukuna smiles at being called cute. "Do we get to go and buy it? Can we see humans? I think we're supposed to hunt the... bad... ones right?"

“We can go into town and get one, yes.” Gojo doesn’t elaborate on the methods, yet. “And I do enjoy fresh liver and heart pretty often, though I personally don’t care about their morals.”

"Oh good. I think it's kind of stupid to stop our feast based on if the human is good or not. We're stronger, so it should be our choice." Sukuna wraps the yukata and waits for the simple belt.

Gojo ties the black belt around Sukuna’s thin waist tightly, securing the yukata. “You and I are akin to gods, and so we don’t need to worry about the happenings of man. They’re here to worship us, and sometimes they’re useful.”

"To eat. Or to buy a kimono from?" Sukuna snickers, grabbing the bottom of his yukata and bringing it up to tuck in his belt so he doesn't trip. His little feet are out, and he wiggles his toes as he looks down at them. "You said you'll get sandals for me too right?"

Gojo just smiles at the fox and doesn’t answer the first question.  

“Mhm, as your reward for earlier.” Gojo assures as he gazes at Sukuna’s little toes and imagines them in fancy new sandals. “Do you want to go into town tomorrow to get them?”

Sukuna nods and stretches with a yawn. "I'm going to have a nap." He looks at the tattered blanket. "...Do you have another one?"

“Nope.” Gojo grins, “You’ll have to sleep in the mess you made.”

"Well." Sukuna laughs a bit, smiling wide. "Okay." He looks excited as he crawls into the feathery mess, hunkering in and curling up. Feathers even fluff up on top of him. "You only have one blanket though? 1000 years, and for what..."

“How many blankets do you have?” Gojo feigns annoyance as the feathers flutter around the room. He does actually have another blanket, but he wanted to make a point. But, once again, he further spoils the little fox.

“I’ll make some food while you nap. Want me to wake you when it’s ready?”

"The buns." Sukuna has a few feathers on his head as he looks up, "And anyway, aren't I yours now? So if I don't have a blanket, that's your fault."

Gojo waves his hand flippantly and his voice raises an octave. “I didn’t forget the buns.” 

He looks down at the little fox, pout growing on his lips. He blows a raspberry at him childishly before exiting the room.  As he walks to the kitchen, he smiles at himself, wondering what he got himself into. He prepares a pot of tea leisurely, allowing Sukuna time to rest. 

Sukuna sleeps soundly, dreaming of the way Gojo touched him. Of how he kissed him.  He squirms and whines in his sleep and when he wakes up his little cock is hard and it hurts .

He blinks himself awake and looks startled. He curls up and puts his hands in his lap to push on it. It feels better, but not as good as Gojo's hand did.

He rolls around in the feathers, thighs pressed together, until he realizes it's not as stiff anymore, and it's going down . He'll ask Gojo about it later.

Instead of waiting for Gojo to come find him with food, he gets up and starts wandering the shrine.

Gojo’s ears twitch at the sound of little paws padding around. He hums happily and steams the promised red bean buns.

He pours himself a cup of green tea and sips as he waits for the food, or the little fox, whichever comes first. 

Sukuna comes in just as the buns are done steaming. He smells them and his stomach growls. "Gojo, why did my penis do the thing and hurt when I was sleeping?"

Gojo snorts. “Hi.” He doesn’t answer right away as he plates the buns, spearing them once in the center to let the steam escape.

He hands Sukuna his plate before carrying his own to the table. He sits down on the zabuton and pours two cups of tea.

“What thing?” He smiles coyly at Sukuna as he raises his cup to drink.

Sukuna sits down beside him with his bun. "Hard. Like in the bath. If you're not going to tell me, I'll ask someone else." He doesn't know who, but he threatens it anyway.

Gojo’s tails sway behind him. “Did anything come out?”

He ignores the threat, he knows Sukuna can’t ask anyone else. 

"No, but it hurt." Sukuna sulks, poking at his bun and hoping for it to cool down.

Gojo stabs into his bun, breaking it in half and releasing the steam. “That happens sometimes. Do you want me to teach you how to make it feel better?”

"Do I touch it like you did?" Sukuna breaks his in half, copying Gojo less than subtly. "It's never happened before. But I dreamed of you, of the tub, so maybe it's because I like you?"

Gojo swallows thickly and nods. “Did you?” He sits upright on the cushion and pinches his legs in tight. “There’s lots of ways to make it feel good, I’d love to show you how.”

"Okay. Like when I licked you?" Sukuna shrugs, not noticing Gojo's reactions. He starts eating the bun and makes a pleased noise as he does. His tail wags and he looks at Gojo with a bright look. "It's good." Like it's a surprise.

“Mhm. Would you like me to try that on you? I’d take all of you in my mouth, like I did with my hand.” Gojo explains as he bites into his bun, savoring the sweetness. He smiles at the boy with cheeks full of food and nods at him. 

"Wait, like, inside?" Sukuna asks, mouth full of bun.

Gojo washes his mouth with a sip of green tea, “Yeah, kinda like this.” 

He wraps his lips around the tip of his finger and slowly slides it into his mouth, all the way. Then he drags his finger out slowly, releasing it with a wet plop from his lips. 

“It feels even better than a hand.”

"So yours can also go in a mouth? It's big though... I'd choke." Sukuna looks thoughtful as he stares at Gojo's finger. "And the stuff that comes out doesn't taste very good."

“It might be hard for you, but I bet you could with practice. You’re strong.” Gojo smiles and picks up his bun, taking a bite as he looks at Sukuna’s expression.

Gojo scoffs at the last comment, acting. “Aw come on, you didn’t like it? I bet yours tastes sweet, I’d love to try it. I’d even swallow it all up.”

"You're weird." Sukuna snickers and takes another bite. "I didn't mind it, but it doesn't taste good . Do you like it?" He's remarkably comfortable with the older kitsune. Maybe it's because of his scent permeating everything. It makes Sukuna feel safe.

“Yeah maybe I am weird, but so are you. Most 9 year old kitsune can’t talk.” Gojo quips. His tails are wagging behind him, fanned out as they sway. “I do like it. If you really don’t like the taste, you don’t have to swallow. There’s other places it could go.”

"The floor?" Sukuna jokes, not picking up Gojo's hint. "And it doesn't make me weird, it makes me a marvel, you said so yourself. You can't lie to get your way with me.”

“Among other places, like on your body, or even inside it.” Gojo says casually with a wave of his hand. “ Weird doesn’t mean bad. You’re my weird little marvel. I like that you’re weird.”

Sukuna pauses, "What do you mean inside it?" He looks puzzled.

Gojo bites his lip. He really should be more tactful but unfortunately the words just seem to spill out. He starts to ramble an impromptu sexual education lesson, albeit poorly, 

“Okay so, do you understand what mating is? Like when a girl fox and a boy fox love each other very much?” 

"And they make babies?" Sukuna asks, nose scrunched up. "That's gross." He doesn't know how they make the babies though, just that they 'mate'. He finishes his first bun, and he digs into his second one.

“The penis goes inside the other, like this!”

Gojo makes a ring with two fingers then inserts the index finger from his opposite hand through the hole. It thrusts it in and out a few times to demonstrate.

“Since you’re not a girl fox, it would go in your butthole. And fortunately you can’t get pregnant, so no babies.”

"In my butt ?" Sukuna makes a grossed out face and even stops eating. "A penis would go in my butthole?" He sounds incredulous and a bit disgusted.

“Yes!” Gojo lights up with a big grin. His eyes are sparking and he doesn’t notice Sukuna’s obvious disgust. “It feels really really really good.” 

Sukuna cringes and puts his bun down. His expression is one of extreme doubt. "First you want me to lick where pee comes from, and now this?"

Gojo falters. “You’ll just have to trust me. I was right before, wasn’t I? About it feeling good to be touched.”

Sukuna's eyes narrow and he nods slowly. It is fair. Gojo told him it would feel good, and it did , so he supposes he'll believe him for now. "Do you want to put yours inside me like that? It's too big though... my hole is really small." He looks more thoughtful than anything. He starts eating again, seemingly over his initial distress.

Gojo’s eyes roll back slightly when Sukuna says my hole is really small. He clears his throat, trying to remain calm. “I’d go really slow, and stretch you out beforehand so it’s easier. But there’s another option, too.”

He suddenly stands up from his seat cushion.  

“Do you want to see something cool?”

Sukuna mouths the word, 'stretch', with a confused look, but then he nods as he shoves more food in his mouth. "You're not allowed to put the white stuff in my ears if that's what you're going to say." It's the only other 'inside' option he can think of.

Suddenly, a white cloud of smoke engulfs Gojo for a moment, obscuring his body. As the smoke dissolves, in the place of the grown nine tailed fox stands a younger kitsune, about the same height as Sukuna. A higher pitched voice then asks, “What kind of pervert do you take me for?!”

Sukuna's ears perk forward and his tail wags immediately. He puts down his half finished bun and stands. Red eyes are fixated on blues. He doesn't answer Gojo, too busy stepping closer to him and making a soft chattering sound. He looks wary, but excited.

"You're young like me..."

Gojo’s nine tails wag behind his much smaller body. “Mhm! So now I’m not as big, and I’d fit better, don’t you think?”

"You're still talking about my butt?" Sukuna sounds exasperated, but he gets in close and sniffs Gojo before rubbing his nose against his neck and letting out a pleasant sigh. "You smell the same. That's nice."

Gojo giggles, voice higher pitched and cuter than normal. He leans in close too, smelling Sukuna with exaggerated inhales and sniffs. “Glad you think it’s nice because you smell more like me than anything.” 

"This is kind of weird." Sukuna is still really close to him though. "I don't know which one I like better... and you still want to do those things with me like this?" Then something clicks. "Wait, you said mating. Is it mating?"

“I told you I’m a weird guy.” Gojo pouts and plays with Sukuna’s ears, running his small hands over the fur, “It’s not mating. We’re just playing.” Gojo whines and pinches Sukuna’s ear lightly. “Do you not want to play with me? I wanna play with you.”

"I like playing with you." Sukuna agrees, petting Gojo's ears in turn. "It's not mating because we're boys, and I can't have babies, right? We're just having fun and feeling good." He copies what Gojo had said earlier.

“Exactly!” Gojo chirps excitedly. “Are you done eating? Cause we could play now if you want.”

"No, we should get my sandals and proper clothes. We don't have to wait until tomorrow, right? I feel great after my nap. We can play when we go to bed. It made me sleepy earlier, so..." Sukuna reasons, still standing too close to the other fox.

“Okay fiiine.” Gojo whines, but only playfully. “We have plenty of time together, anyways.”

The same smoke surrounds him as before, and the older kitsune once again resumes his true form as it clears. 

“Shall we go to town?” He smiles down at the little fox as he towers above him once more. 

Sukuna doesn't startle, looking up from where he's practically pressed up between Gojo's legs. "I'll wear my old shoes, and I'll hide my ears and tail." He looks at his unfinished bun, and he goes to grab it.

“Good, it’s better if the humans don’t know what we really are.” 

Gojo walks to his bedroom to observe himself in the mirror. With a wave of his hand, his ears shrink, disappearing into his white hair. Next, he focuses on his tails, which slowly shrink into the size of something like a rabbit’s tail until they’ve disappeared completely, as if swallowed into his skin. 

The kitsune almost looks like a human, except for his unnaturally bright blue eyes, pale skin and white hair. He knows when he goes into town, the common women can’t take their eyes off of his unnerving beauty. 

“Can you do this too, Sukuna?”

"I think so." Sukuna shoves the rest of his bun into his mouth, cheeks puffed up as he follows. He gets into the room, he makes a little hand seal, and his ears and tail are gone in a flash. He still needs to make symbols, and he's jealous that Gojo doesn't have to.

"Is this okay?" His markings fade from his face as well. The blood red of his eyes and sharp canines are still there though.

“Perfect, almost like a real boy.” Gojo pats Sukuna’s head, feeling around where his ears used to be. “Have you been to a human town before?”

"Nope." Sukuna ducks away from the pet, thinking that Gojo will just try to 'play' with him again if he gets too caught up in being handsy. "How far is it?"

“I think you’ll have fun, just watch out for creeps.” Gojo frowns when Sukuna ducks away from him, and looks at his hand.  “It’s not far, just down the hill.”

"Creeps?" Sukuna asks as he starts walking toward the entrance of the shrine. "Like someone who'll try to hurt me? I don't think they can, I'm stronger than them. Even if I'm a child." He puts his old sandals back on, even if he pulls a face at them.

“Something like that.” Gojo explains vaguely as he slides on his raised greta sandals. The platforms raise the kitsune to a staggering height as he looks down at the little fox with a wink. 

“Let’s have some fun with the humans today.” 

He reaches for Sukuna’s hand again in the doorway. 

Sukuna hums, but takes his hand, "Am I allowed to kill them?" He starts walking out of the shrine and down the stone path with his new guardian. The fox statues seem to bid them farewell as they pass. Maybe they're wishing them well on their hunt.

“Yes, but you have to be tactful and discreet. Don’t just kill any human because you feel like it, and try not to let others see. They like to panic and scream and it can be annoying.”

Gojo’s sandals clack as they begin walking down the stone temple steps. The rooftops of the town are in the distance at the bottom of the hill. 

"So no killing openly. Only subtly and discreetly. I've never been, so I'll learn how they work first. The towns and humans in general." Sukuna decides. "Once I understand them, I'll do what I want to." Mainly kill them. 

He looks up at Gojo, "Is that good?"

“Perfect. Also, let’s bring a couple livers home, they taste amazing.”

As they descend, the brown shingles of storefront roofs come into clearer view. The pair enter a narrow side street on the outskirts of the town. 

Gojo looks down at Sukuna, “What would you like to do first?”

"Shoes." He looks up, and then looks around himself. It's busier than he's used to, but not so busy that there are people everywhere. "You'll find me if I get lost, right?"

“You’re mine, remember? I could smell you from across town.” Gojo leads Sukuna down the street where the town opens up into a plaza. There’s more people gathered in the open area, buzzing and mulling about. “Let’s get your shoes.”

"Can I explore after we get them?" Sukuna looks up with a cute, pleading, expression. "By myself? Or we can play chase again, and you have to catch me."

“Sure, besides we’ll need to leave this store quickly anyways.” Gojo smirks as he enters the store. There’s a wide selection of shoes but he heads towards the dress wear. He runs his long fingers over the selections, pausing to admire a pair of black platform Greta sandals with red straps. “What do you think of these? They’d make you a lot taller.”

"They don't look easy to walk in..." Sukuna frowns, but looks between them and Gojo's own shoes. "We'd match better though."

“Try them on!” Gojo chirps, as he bends low towards Sukuna’s feet with the sandals in hand. “We can get you a more comfortable pair too while we’re here.”

"Fine." Sukuna grumbles, cheeks red at Gojo's enthusiasm. He slides them on, feeling a bit like a damsel as the older kitsune holds the geta for him. With them on, Sukuna taps around, surprisingly balanced. "Oh-" He hops in place twice and then grins. They're easier to walk in than he thought. 

Then he wobbles when he moves too fast. He pouts.

Gojo places his hands on Sukuna’s shoulder to assist his balance. “Adorable, and you’re almost as tall as me.” He lies, poorly. He sets Sukuna’s old tattered sandals in place of the fine geta ones on the shelf. He begins ushering the boy out of the store. “Do you want to practice walking in them while we play chase in town?”

Sukuna huffs, "I'm going to trip, and you're going to catch me immediately..." But the boy looks back into the store, at the worker who finally seems to notice them. Sukuna realizes then what they're doing and he starts to run. He laughs, as he ducks through an alley to escape.

Gojo grins as he chases the little fox into the alley way. Feeling safe from the shopkeeper, he leans against the wall and laughs heartily. “Seems you’re already used to them, but I think it’ll be a couple hundred years before you can outrun me.”

Sukuna huffs, grumpy because he knows Satoru's right. But he also knows, "Don't adults let kids win on purpose? You're not very good at this. What if I start crying?"

“Then you’d never get faster, or stronger.” Gojo says, even though he already let Sukuna win earlier. “Wouldn’t you rather win for real?”

Sukuna narrows his eyes up at the older kitsune. "But then I'll have to wait hundreds of years. I don't want to lose for that long. Maybe I'll get really strong even before you think I will." He's going to try to practice on his own. He doesn't know what to do, but he'll figure it out as he goes.

"Wait, weren't we going to get another pair of sandals? Now we need a new shop."

“You will, I have no doubt.” Gojo smiles down at Sukuna. 

Then when the little fox keeps talking, he looks down at his fancy, expensive new sandals and rolls his eyes. “I did. If you really need another pair, we’ll go to another shop. Don’t wanna hit the same one twice.”

Sukuna looks up, a little scowl on his face. "I just want something I can run around in. These are harder to walk in." He's petulant without even realizing how cute his displeasure is.

Gojo can’t resist his cute face, and the scowl only adds to it. “These humans practically exist to serve you, so let’s get you a pair. And a new kimono. Wanna lead the way, so you can explore more?”

Sukuna looks pleased with himself, happy that he got his way. He takes Gojo's hand and pulls him along as they weave through buildings. "I don't know where the stores are, can you help?"

Gojo beams when Sukuna grabs his hand, and his heart feels like it could burst. He smiles wide as he follows. “Just keep going straight and we’ll be on the Main Street with a bunch of shops. Oh! And we should get some crepes too, after we’re done ‘shopping.’”

"What's a crepe?" Sukuna asks, dragging Satoru along behind him. He's more excited to see the city than he's trying to let on. He wants to steal again, and see more people, and watch to see what they do. 

They emerge onto the street and Sukuna starts looking back and forth. Then he decides to go left.

“You’ve never had a crepe?” Gojo asks, astonished. “It’s like a tiny pancake full of delicious things like strawberry and Nutella. You can get savory too, I guess, but I don’t know why you’d want that.” He rambles as he lets the little fox lead him around the busy street. 

"I've never been to a place like this, and I don't think my mom ever made me stuff like that. I don't even know what you're talking about. What's a pancake? Is it self explanatory... seems like it is...." The young boy walks down the street, taking in the sights of the shops and the people. He looks intrigued, but he also walks a bit closer to Gojo as they go.

"Are they good? Crepes."

“I’m happy to give you many firsts, then.” Gojo smiles playfully, noticing how the boy gets closer to him. “They’re amazing, there’s a crepe stand nearby if you wanna go.”

"I'm not hungry. Can we get one on the way back, so I can eat it later?" The buns filled him up, but he's young enough that in half an hour he'll be hungry again. He sees a shop with shoes and he starts walking toward it quickly. "Can I pick this time?" He's still asking permission.

“Yes, yes. Let’s make sure to get a bag this time so we can carry one of the pairs.” Gojo instructs as they enter the store. 

When they get inside, a worker sees them and walks over immediately. She seems charmed by both Gojo's good looks, and the young boy holding his hand. "Can I help you two today?"

Sukuna stares up at her, then at Gojo and he steps forward a bit. "Hello, I need some sandals, traditional, with flat soles." He blinks up at her with wide eyes, "Please."

She crouches down slightly. "Well, let me help you with that." She gives Gojo a small smile as she gestures for Sukuna to follow her. She's practically cooing at the boy while giving Gojo coy glances.

Gojo watches proudly, and smiles back at the woman to humor her. It’s obvious how charmed she is, and he enjoys watching the little fox take advantage. 

He looks around for some shoes for himself. He doesn’t need any, but since he’s here, he figures he might as well take a new pair. When the woman is distracted, he slips a pair of cozy looking house slippers into his kimono. 

Sukuna is brought over to the children's section and the woman shows him the geta and sandals that she has. She even compliments his current shoes when he tries on a pair that she hands him.

"These look nice on you, do you like them?" Sukuna walks back and forth, deeming them acceptable and only tries on three other pairs before he settles on the first ones. 

"I want to wear these out of the store, can I have a bag for my old pair? Please? " He tacks it on at the end with a sweet lilt to his voice.

"Of course, I'll be right back, and I'll get your father. Sir?" She calls out to Gojo, not noticing the stolen slippers.

Gojo’s ear twitches at the word father . Still, he walks over with a charming smile. He looks down at the woman, his beautiful blue eyes staring into her unremarkable brown. “Thank you for helping my son , miss.”

She blushes and tucks some hair behind her ear, grabbing a bag and handing it to Sukuna. She walks behind the counter and taps away on the screen.

Sukuna puts his geta in the bag and then sprints out of the store. He doesn't even wait for Gojo, too busy laughing and high tailing it down the street and into a few alleys, getting wrapped up in the maze-like buildings happily.

Gojo pats along his kimono dramatically and then looks at the woman with widened eyes. “The boy took my wallet!” He feigns embarrassment in his voice, pale cheeks blushing with a light pink. “I must go catch him and bring it back. Terribly sorry, my dear.” He says as he walks away swiftly, curling his fingers in a wave. 

Once outside, he scrunches his nose to pinpoint the little kitsune. He walks leisurely, letting Sukuna get a head start. 

Sukuna doesn't stop running for a while, but when he notices that Gojo's not with him, he slows down and looks behind himself. He's silent, panting softly as he looks into the alley behind him. He makes a soft trilling sound, not even paying attention to if humans can hear him.

Gojo gets distracted looking at store windows, admiring necklaces and earrings that he’d like to get for Sukuna. He wanders into a dessert shop, and buys a box of mochi with money from the shrine offerings. 

As he meanders, he decides to look for his little friend. He climbs atop the storefronts, walking on their roof tiles for an eagle eye view of the town below.

Sukuna stands alone with a confused expression. He couldn't have lost Gojo, he said he can always find him. 

The kit isn't sure what the weird feeling in his stomach is either. It's heavy and kind of cold. It makes a wave of nausea wash through him and he looks back and forth. 

Then with a frown, he's walking out into the street and looking up at the humans around him. They aren't Gojo and Sukuna wonders if maybe he found something more fun than him. 

The boy doesn't get far before he's sitting on a curb wondering what he should do.

The little kitsune’s scent is strong and is easy for Gojo to track. He walks along the roofs towards him, until he spots a tiny pink head alone on the curb. Crouching low, he admires him from above. He’s sulking, and Gojo finds it cute. 

Suddenly, he leaps down and crouches in front of Sukuna, bringing their faces close. “Got ya!”

Sukuna startles and his first instinct is to punch.

Sukuna’s punch isn’t that strong but it startles Gojo. “Whoa whoa whoa, not my beautiful face!” He hisses and presses his palm to his reddened skin. “What was that for?”  

Sukuna blinks at him, finally recognizing that it's him. His eyes widen and he looks overwhelmed for a second. "I-" His cheeks darken and he looks at the ground, "You surprised me..." He's quiet, not looking up at the older kitsune.

“Pretty good instincts you have, I did tell you to watch out for creeps.” Gojo chuckles as he sits down beside Sukuna on the curb. 

Sukuna's still not looking at him, and he kicks a rock. "I thought you left me."

Gojo wraps an arm around Sukuna and nuzzles in close. “I would never. I thought you wanted to play chase and explore the town.”

"I know I won't win, and you don't let me win. And you weren't around. So I thought you got bored. Can we get a kimono now...?"

“But you did win, you bamboozled me in the store and ran away super far. It took me a while to find you.” Gojo smiles and opens up the box of mochi. There’s a variety of different colors and flavors inside. “And I may have gotten some treats along the way.”

Sukuna contemplates Gojo's words for a moment and then nods. "I actually outran you?" He sounds hopeful. Then before Gojo can answer, Sukuna looks smug, "I outran you." If his tail was visible, it'd be wagging.

Gojo bites into a strawberry mochi. “Mhm. You did.” It’s not really true, but Gojo enjoys the smug look on Sukuna’s face too much. “ And you landed a blow on me. Good job.”

Sukuna looks entirely too pleased, unaware of how Gojo's playing him. "I told you I'd get strong really fast." He takes a matcha mochi from him and takes a bite. "I'll be like you in no time."

“You’re on your way, kid.” Gojo finishes his mochi and licks the sweetness off his fingers. He grabs Sukuna’s shoe bag and places the stolen slippers inside it. “I’m the strongest kitsune, so you should be proud.”

"You're just saying that because you're full of yourself. You're just old ." Sukuna stands up, taking another bite of his mochi. He has a bit of sugary starch on his lips as he starts walking. "How do I know you're the strongest?"

“Have some respect for your elders.” Gojo scrambles to close the mochi box and follows Sukuna. “First off, it’s impressive to be as old as I am, and grow nine tails. Second, I earned my status after many fights over the years, and now there aren’t any yokai who can beat me.”

"How do I know you're telling the truth. There aren't any yokai to tell me it's true. You could just be a recluse who puts up wards and gets really old." Sukuna looks happy, pleased to be playing around with Gojo again. He finishes his treat and marches through the street.

Gojo rolls his eyes. “It’s simply the truth. Maybe once you see me fight you’ll believe it. You should feel lucky to be in the presence of a strong being like me, there’s a lot you could learn.”

Sukuna brings up a hand, making it look like a little puppet. He lifts two fingers like ears and then turns it to Gojo, "You should feel lucky to be in the presence of a strong being like me-" He makes it talk and makes fun of Gojo's voice, poorly impersonating him.

The boy giggles, cheeks pink and smiling wide enough his eyes squint.

Gojo scrunches his nose and furrows his brow. He mimics Sukuna, making his own little puppet. “I’m only 9 but I think I know everything !” He raises his voice obnoxiously, emphasizing his words childishly. “I want new sandals, and a new kimono, and I want them now! ”

Sukuna purses his lips. "Okay. I get your point."

Gojo pats Sukuna’s head and ruffles his hair. “We can get you that new kimono, though. There’s a nice shop down the way.”

Sukuna pouts at him, sticking out his bottom lip. "Can you pick it?" He would normally want one that he picks, but he wants to make sure Gojo doesn't lose interest, and if Sukuna looks appealing to him, the chances of being kept are higher.

Gojo pokes Sukuna’s bottom lip playfully with the tip of his finger. “We can pick it out together.” He assures before grabbing Sukuna’s hand and walking beside him down the street.

The boy huffs and walks along beside him, looking in the shops they pass, and at the people around them.  When they get to the shop, Sukuna looks at Satoru, "Are we taking this in the same way? I can pretend."

“It creeps me out when they call me your father.” Gojo pouts. “I could also shapeshift to my little form, and then we could get you two kimonos.”

"Will they serve two kids? And you could just start off by saying you're my mom's friend." Sukuna shrugs, not seeing any problem with it.

The smart little kitsune is unfortunately correct, Gojo realizes. “It is a good bit, the ladies seem to love a single dad. We’ll do it.”

A bell rings above as they open the shop door. Along the walls are numerous silken fabrics of various colors and patterns. 

A kind, older shopkeep greets them. “How can I help you two?”

Gojo turns to her with a charming smile. “My son here needs a new kimono, please show us your finest wares.”

She turns to Sukuna and smiles warmly at him, “My how cute. Can I get your measurements first?”

Sukuna makes sure to play it up, twirling back and forth a few times before nodding, "Mhm!" He walks to where she gestures, getting his height so she can make sure the piece of fabric isn't too long.

Sukuna absently wonders how to make tail holes. He doesn't remember how his was made. They'll have to make one for his new kimono.

"What color should I get?" The boy asks, looking over at Gojo for his input.

Gojo admires Sukuna, he’s acting so well behaved and endearing in the shop. He runs his hands through the fabrics, sorting through the material to find suitable options for his marvel. “I think white would suit you, something more neutral so that your eyes and hair aren’t overshadowed.”

"Can I have blue too?" Sukuna offers as the woman goes to look through the fabrics that Gojo is looking at. "Maybe white with blue designs and a blue obi? I like dark blue.”

“Good choice.” Gojo hums as he selects a dark blue obi belt and holds it up. The woman nods and gathers white fabric with dark blue trim alongside the belt. She begins cutting the cloth for Sukuna’s measurements with care. 

As she works, Gojo approaches Sukuna and hovers around him. Thumbing through the silk, he smiles at the little fox. “Are you having fun?”

"Yeah." Sukuna says, unable to hide the little purr in his voice as he looks up at Gojo fondly. "I want you to wear something red or pink, to match me."

“How cute.” Gojo runs his hands through Sukuna’s pink hair and studies the color against his fingers. He looks through the fabric until he finds a simple, but finely woven pink similar in color. “Like this one? Or -“ he holds up a darker shade of red, more like Sukuna’s ruby eyes. “This one?”

Sukuna looks between and then settles on the dark red. "That one." The woman is almost done with the adjustments, ready to test it on the boy. "Can you get that so that we can match each other?" Sukuna notices the worker coming to him to check the length.

The older kitsune’s heart soars at Sukuna’s request. “This one as well.” Gojo says as he hands the worker the mess of fabric with little regard. He doesn’t spare her a glance as he looks down at Sukuna. Like a phantom limb, he can almost feel his tails wagging with excitement to see his little kitsune dressed in the silken kimono. 

Sukuna watches the worker take the fabric and then stands still as she holds the white and blue one up to him. He's kind of glad she doesn't try to make him strip to try it on because he doesn't have any underwear.

He looks up at Gojo and he tilts his head at the pleased expression. He can tell that he's happy, but he doesn't fully understand why. When the worker is happy with Sukuna's, she starts on Gojo's.

"Why are you smiling so much?" Sukuna keeps his voice down.

“Oh, nothing ~” Gojo hums as he runs his hand along Sukuna's shoulder, feeling the silk under his fingertips. “Just admiring my little marvel.”

Sukuna looks pleased and then plays along with the seamstress until she has both kimonos ready. Gojo looks nice in the red and Sukuna has a weird feeling in his stomach as he watches.

The boy gets an underlayer as well as the multiple belts and the obi. 

When they're ready, the clothes are packed into pretty boxes and placed on the counter as the woman waits for them to pay. She has no idea. They look well off, so a few kimonos should be nothing, right?

“Well aren’t you two a lovely pair?” The shopkeeper comments as she rings up the total. It’s a high number, but Gojo looks at it calmly. 

“Thank you, dear.” Gojo leans onto the table and gazes at the women with his dazzling eyes. “Has anyone told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”

As she blushes, Gojo kicks Sukuna in the leg, prompting him to run. 

Sukuna grabs one of the boxes and sprints. The little bell rings out behind him as he darts through the street, letting out a happy shrieking laugh.

“Ohmygod!” Gojo puts on the act as he watches Sukuna run. “My son took my wallet! I’ll be right back!” He rapidly explains as he takes the other box and sprints out of the store. He can hear the woman shouting as he runs, and adrenaline pumps through him.

Rushing out, Gojo darts towards Sukuna and grabs him by the yukata. He leads them behind another storefront, where they’re temporarily safe. 

Snapping his fingers, he transforms into his smaller form as a disguise. “Can you do this, too?” He asks, breathlessly. “It’s gonna be harder to get away with this one.” 

Sukuna looks thoughtful for a second and then he makes a hand symbol and his form changes slightly. His hair is longer and black, his yukata is brown, and his eyes are green. "How's this?"

Gojo leans in too close and smells along Sukuna’s hair. “Perfect. If it weren’t for your scent I wouldn’t recognize you.”

With an excited chirp, he claps his hands, “Crepes?”

"It's that good?" Sukuna looks smug at the compliment. He holds his kimono box close to his chest. "Will people think it's weird if two kids are carrying around things that they obviously couldn't have bought?"

“If we don’t act suspicious, they have no reason to think twice. Besides, they’re looking for a tall man and a boy with pink hair right now, not paying attention to two innocent kids!” Gojo explains. His eyes are sparkling as he looks at Sukuna, now at the same level. “Can we please get them? I never go into town and I want to share them with you.”

Sukuna looks taken aback at Gojo asking him for permission. "Uh... okay. Yeah we can get crepes. You can pick the flavor for me too." It's like throwing him a bone, and he doesn't know how bad of an idea that is yet.

Gojo raises his arms in an excited cheer. “Best day ever.” He would never admit it to Sukuna, but this is the first time in many years that anyone has been willing to go to the crepe stand with Gojo and he’s thrilled. He starts walking briskly towards the crepe stand, on a mission. He rambles as he walks, dancing the box in his hands. “There’s melon, choco banana, matcha, strawberry…it’ll be hard to pick.”

Sukuna watches him as they head to the stand. He looks happy, and Sukuna wonders if the way to his heart is through his stomach or something. "Which one is your favorite?" He walks close beside Gojo and wonders how to make him look this happy without the crepes. "I want to try it."

The crepe stand is at the end of the street, simple and clean with images of sweets all over the sides. Gojo walks to the window and holds his fingers in a peace sign, “Two matcha strawberry crepes please.”

Surprisingly, he pays this time.

He’s beaming when he hands Sukuna his matching crepe, wanting the little kitsune to take the first bite. 

Sukuna looks at his food curiously and then takes a big bite. The bitter green matcha, sweet strawberry, and the sugary crepe blend well together and Sukuna makes a pleased sound. He chews, swallows, and then takes another bite. He looks up at Gojo and nods to show him that he likes it, too busy eating to say anything.

Gojo’s blue eyes widen as he admires his crepe before devouring it. He licks his lips and his fingers, with a goofy grin on his face. 

“Probably the only thing that tastes better than you.” He says crudely, made weirder by his smaller kitsune form.

Sukuna makes a weird face at that. "Don't talk about eating me while you have crepes in your mouth." He luckily doesn't understand the sexual undertone. "That's weird." They're walking back toward the mountain. "Will we have to look different if we want to buy more stuff from those shops again?"

Gojo just smiles as they walk back towards the shrine with their bounty of stolen goods. “Yeah probably or just go to different stores.” He’s unbothered, too pleased from the day. “You already want more stuff?”

"Well, I own one kimono and that's it. I can't just be naked the rest of the time when I'm not wearing it." Sukuna enjoys the crepe, honestly, and running around helped get his appetite back.

“Sure you can, I wouldn’t mind. Or you can wear my clothes.” 

Once they’re far enough from the scene of the crime, Gojo transforms back into his usual form, nine tails and all. He shakes his rear, fanning his tails so that they settle nicely behind him. He rubs his ears and mewls softly,

“Much better.”

Sukuna grumps, his own appearance returning to normal, single tail and all. "I am not going to just walk around naked. I'm not an animal."

Gojo pinches the little foxes' ears. “Sure about that?”

"I'm a kitsune. So yes, I'm sure. I'm not a fox." The boy shakes his head like one though, trying to shake off Gojo's fingers. "You just want me naked, don't you?"

“Maybe ~” Gojo says with a little smile as they ascend the stone steps towards the shrine. The red angled roof is a small dot on the horizon at the peak of the tall staircase. 

Suddenly, the older kitsune stops mid-way and drops his box to the ground.

“I forgot something important, we don’t have dinner for tonight!”

"Huh?" Sukuna says intelligently, leaning down and picking up the box. "What are you talking about?"

“I promised you liver…” Gojo half explains as he starts running down the stairs. “Can you take those back to the shrine?”

Sukuna opens his mouth and then closes it. He huffs and calls back, "Okay! Get a blanket too!" He forgot about the duvet he destroyed until now as well. He supposes they were both too excited by being in town. 

He heads up the stone steps with the boxes and the bag of shoes in hand.

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Gojo is relieved the little fox didn’t tag along, it’s preferable he doesn’t see the violence he’s capable of. He’d like to protect at least some of his innocence for as long as possible. 

Moving swiftly, the kitsune descends the stairs back towards the town. Shadows obscure him as he lays in wait, glowing blue eyes searching for unsuspecting prey. 

Drunkards are the easiest, but their livers taste the worst. He wants something fresher for Sukuna after their fun day. His ears twitch at the sound of a business man, distracted by what seems like a stressful work call. 

Silently, Gojo creeps behind him and grabs his throat. Digging his claws into skin, he chokes the man until he’s wheezing, breath sputtering like an exploding can. 

When he falls limb in the kitsune’s arms, he lowers him to the ground behind a dumpster. With cold precision, Gojo cuts open the flesh on his lower back, and sinks his hand to gather his fresh, reddish-brown liver. 

It’s a good size, and healthy too. Perfect for dinner. He wraps it in his kimono, feeling the warmth of the organ through the fabric. 

Gojo rushes back to the shrine, forgetting the blanket. 

Sukuna smells the fresh meat and blood before he smells Satoru and he chirps from the main sitting room. He's not in his new kimono yet, waiting for the older kitsune to come back.

But his ears perk forward and his tail wags at the scent and the prospect of what's to come.  He doesn't remember ever eating a liver, but he knows he has. And he's excited. "Gojo?"

“The one and only.” He sings as he enters the shrine. He heads straight to the kitchen and removes the liver from his kimono to clean it. Blood drips onto his hands and wrists as he rinses it with water. Afterwards, he wraps the organ in butcher paper and places it in the fridge.

Gojo washes his hands thoroughly with soap, but the scent of blood is still strong. “We’ll eat this tonight while it’s fresh.”

Sukuna follows him, hovering in the doorway. He leans on the frame and his tail sways. "Can I have a bite now?"

“It’s gonna cost ya.” Gojo says with a sly smile. 

Sukuna pouts and puts his hands behind his back, swaying side to side. "Please?"

“Mm very good, but not enough.” Gojo leans forward hovering near the boy‘s face. “I think I deserve a kiss. One kiss for one bite.”

Sukuna sulks for a second and then he grabs Gojo's cheeks and pulls him into a soft kiss. He even uses tongue like he knows Gojo wants.

Gojo grins wide against Sukuna’s lips. “Thank youuu.” He twirls away and grabs the liver back from the fridge. It’s still warm as he places it on the cutting board and cuts a bite for Sukuna. 

Sukuna walks up close and holds onto Gojo's belt, on hand wiping the spit from his lips. He chirps and makes a soft sound as the meat is cut. He's practically vibrating. Then he's looking up and opening his mouth for Gojo to put the meat inside.

Gojo picks up the liver bite and places it in Sukuna’s mouth, feeling the wet heat around his digits for a moment before his hand pulls away.

It's good he does because Sukuna bites and then his eyes light up and he chews just enough times to swallow without choking.  He reaches for the remaining liver with little grabby hands and bloody teeth. His tail is wagging furiously.

“Whoa, whoa greedy little thing.” Gojo laughs as he pulls the liver away from Sukuna. “I was going to cook this for us later.”

"I want it now." Sukuna doesn't stop reaching for it. He even starts climbing to get it, little clawed hands swiping for the meat. His fangs are sharp and his eyes are locked on.

Gojo knocks Sukuna down from the counter with one arm. “No.” He says flatly as holds the meat above his head.

The kit's eyes are focused on the liver, and he growls quietly. But he doesn't start climbing Gojo. Instead, his growls slowly become whines, hoping that if he looks sad and cute, he'll get his way.  "Please, Gojo? I'll let you put it inside me."

Gojo freezes and his stomach flips. His mouth opens as he stares at the little fox. “For real?!” 

Sukuna looks a bit worried at Gojo's response, but he nods. "Mhm. I get the liver, and you can put your penis in me. You want it right?"

“Sounds like a good deal to me.” Gojo smiles as he places the raw liver on a plate and hands it to Sukuna. “Eat up little one.”

Sukuna doesn't even bother to grab the knife from the counter. He puts the plate in front of him on the counter and picks up the organ. Without a care, he starts taking bites with happy chirping noises as he gets blood on his hands and face.

Gojo sighs wistfully, for the so-called strongest kitsune he folded immediately to the manipulation of a nine year old. One that can’t even use a knife and fork for his food. He watches him eat, how he gets blood all over his little face “You’re a little devil you know that.”

Sukuna makes a sound of agreement as he shoves his face full. He makes sure not to get any blood on his clothes though. His tail is wagging happily as he eats.

He gets halfway through the liver before he makes a satisfied sound and puts it down. "You can have the rest." How magnanimous.

“And kind…” Gojo indulges in the liver the same way Sukuna did, by holding it to his face and biting right into it. It’s jelly-like in its texture, and the taste is bitter with iron rich blood like a marinade on the organ. He eats it quickly, savagely before wiping the blood from his face with a towel. 

He crouches before Sukuna and begins cleaning the blood off his lips and chin. “If you keep being kind to me, I’ll feed you more liver. Maybe I’ll even teach you how to hunt.”

Sukuna looks well behaved for once, nodding as Gojo cleans him up. He licks the blood off his hands with long swipes of his tongue. "Being kind as in, letting you touch me? Or giving you the other half of the liver?"

“Both. I like sharing things, both with touching and with food. Sharing is caring after all.” Gojo drops a sweet kiss onto Sukuna, the taste of blood rich on both of their breaths. 

Sukuna shrugs, "Okay." He doesn't really care about 'sharing is caring' but he likes getting what he wants, so he knows what to do now. "When do you want me to get naked?" Then he pauses. "You didn't get a blanket."

“Hmm, now.” Gojo breathes out and picks up Sukuna in his arms and carries him to the bedroom. “I lied anyways, of course I have more blankets. I’m not a peasant, I'm a god.”

"Were you just trying to make me feel bad?" Sukuna holds onto him, not bothered by being carried. He actually enjoys it a fair bit.

“Mm, maybe a little.” Gojo snickers before setting Sukuna down by the futon. He rummages through his closet and gets a nice, new fluffy duvet to replace the torn one. 

His demeanor shifts when he looks towards Sukuna again, “Strip for me then lay on the futon.”

Sukuna looks worried for a second, sensing the shift. But he swallows his nerves and starts taking off the yukata. He undoes the belt and then peels off the garment. His skin is pale underneath, and he still smells strongly of Gojo from earlier. 

When he's naked, he suppresses the urge to cover himself and he crawls onto the futon, rolling and laying on his side, looking at the older kitsune.

After a moment, he rolls onto his back, figuring he might like that better.

Gojo drinks in the sight of the boy as he strips before him. His eyes wander along his smooth, hairless chest hungrily. Removing his belt, he opens his yukata but leaves it draping loosely over his shoulders and back to expose his front. His pale chest is toned with patches of white hair on his breast and lower stomach. 

Exhaling sharply, his cock twitches, already half hard, as he looks at the little fox in his bed. 

He crawls on top of Sukuna on all fours and cups his face with his palm. “You’re so beautiful.” 

Sukuna struggles to look at his face, eyes drawn to his hardening dick. It's somehow more intimidating now than it was in the tub. Maybe because he knows where it's going.

"Is it going to hurt?" Sukuna mumbles, trying to sound unaffected, but his voice cracks slightly.

Gojo shakes his head, “I’ll be gentle and stretch you first. I want to make you feel good, so if it hurts at any point just tell me and I’ll stop.” As he speaks, he runs his hands along Sukuna’s sides, feeling the softness of his skin. “You’ll have to trust me.”  

Sukuna looks like he's thinking and then he nods. "Okay. What should I do?" The touches kind of tickle and he giggles once by accident.

“Just lay there and look cute, for now.” Gojo smiles as he kisses Sukuna. His lips wander down towards his chin, then his neck where he lingers to kiss under his ears and along the sides. ”I’ll go slow,” he assures against his skin. 

Sukuna mouths, 'look cute', with a little frown, but he arches into the kisses. They feel a bit ticklish still, but they're nice. The warm wetness of his mouth is more pleasant than he thought it could be. It gets embarrassing the closer Gojo's head gets to his lower half. "O-okay." His hands go to Gojo's head and he pets his soft hair and ears as his mouth traces patterns on him. "It feels good."

Gojo purrs when his ears are touched and nuzzles into Sukuna’s hand. “Tell me what you like and what you don’t. This isn’t just for me.” 

He continues his trail of kisses down to Sukuna’s chest, giving attention to his little pink nipples. He pinches them between his fingers lightly until they harden. As he flicks his tongue onto the bud, he looks up at Sukuna’s face. 

Sukuna chokes on a sound and his breathing speeds up. "I like that." His voice is high pitched and he pushes up toward Gojo's mouth. His little prick twitches in interest and his cheeks go red at the realization that it's doing it again.

Gojo hums and switches to Sukuna’s other nipple, sucking lightly as the boy pushes into him. He bites softly into the sensitive skin and swipes his tongue immediately after. Meanwhile, his hands wander down Sukuna’s stomach, tickling his skin with the tips of his long fingers. 

He peaks down and notices his prick twitching in response. Gojo teases his fingers along the inside of his thighs and around his groin without touching him yet.

Sukuna gasps and makes a soft noise at the gentle touches. He squirms. His legs try to close automatically, trapping Gojo's fingers between them. "Ah- that feels good too." His fox ears are angled back in embarrassment, cheeks a dark pink now. Even his nose is red.

Gojo releases his nipple with a wet plop . He pauses to admire the boy’s blushing face as he pushes back to lower down towards his hips. The yukata falls off his shoulders slightly as he wraps his fist around the base of Sukuna’s little prick. “What about this?” Gojo asks before wrapping his lips around his cockhead.

Sukuna cries out before he can respond, moaning loudly and thrashing a bit. When Gojo said he'd use his mouth, Sukuna never expected it to feel like this.

"G-gojo! I can't, it feels-" His little cocklet is hard and leaking pitiful amounts of precum onto the older kitsune's tongue.

Gojo comes up for breath and licks the salty pre cum from his lips. Holding the base firmly, he swipes his tongue along Sukuna’s small shaft. “Call me Satoru, I want to hear you say it.”

Sukuna tries to look down, tucking into his shoulder. "Satoru... your mouth feels really good. Better than your hand. I think the stuff is going to come out again..." He hides his face into his arm, unable to look at Satoru between his legs.

Gojo hums appreciatively against Sukuna’s length. He likes the way his name sounds with his cute, embarrassed voice. “Thanks for the warning…” he says as he lifts away from his prick. “Just one second ~…” he leans to the side of the futon to grab a bottle from the bedside drawer. 

“Look at me, I want to see you.”

He holds up the bottle for Sukuna to see, and explains, “This will make it easier to stretch you, so that you’re ready for me. I’ll do it while I use my mouth, so that it doesn’t hurt. Are you ready?”

Sukuna mewls, both from the acute loss of wet heat around his cock, and from looking at him directly. He tries to figure out what Gojo means with the bottle. "Are you going to shove a bottle up my butt?" Sukuna winces.

“Um, no. That’s weird.” Gojo looks at the bottle like he’s offended and snorts. Hovering over Sukuna again, he opens the cap and drips the lube onto his fingers. He holds them up, showing Sukuna how the sticky liquid glistens. “It’s lube, kinda like uh oil in a car?” 

"What? There's oil in cars?" Distracted from the slick shine of Gojo's fingers. "Are you putting oil in me? It'll help? Why? How?"

“Just trust me.” Gojo gives up on answering and wraps his lips around Sukuna’s cockhead once more. As he bobs his head down, his fingers circle around Sukuna’s rim, smearing lube around his tight entrance.

Sukuna makes a weird noise and his back straightens. He whimpers, unsure if he should focus on the feeling surrounding his cock, or the weirdly vulnerable touch against his ass. His nerves stave off his orgasm for now as he arches his head back.

Gojo feels Sukuna straighten and swirls his tongue around his length, bobbing his head slowly to focus on pleasuring him. He doesn’t move his fingers past the entrance, just lingering against it as he waits for the boy to relax.

When Gojo doesn't push in right away, Sukuna does manage to relax. The swirl of his tongue on his prick has him moaning softly. He's too embarrassed to make loud noises for now. "Is it okay? Am I good?"

Gojo releases Sukuna’s cock and lightly strokes it so he can speak. “You’re doing amazing.” His tails are swaying behind him and his face is flushed, lips swollen and glistening with spit. “I’m going to start stretching you now, you’ll have to relax and focus on your breathing. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Sukuna's brows furrow, but it's in concentration rather than displeasure. He nods, "Okay. I can handle it." He's not sure what to expect, but he tries to take deep steadying breaths and focus in them.

“You can, you’re strong.” Gojo coos as he presses his finger into Sukuna down to the first knuckle. He pauses, massaging his prick lightly as he looks for his reaction. 

Sukuna's body tightens around him, and he mewls again, but then he slowly starts to relax. He breathes calmly as he opens his eyes to look at Gojo with hazy eyes. His legs squirm, not sure if he should open them or close them. "Weird- it feels weird..." He whines on a breathy exhale.

“It’ll feel better soon, tell me when it does.” Gojo assures before he sinks lower to take Sukuna’s prick back into his mouth. He hopes to distract him as he presses in deeper, seeking his prostate with the pad of his finger. He’s so tight on just the one, gripping him with velvet warmth and making Gojo’s cock ache with want. 

Sukuna's breathing is labored, but his cock twitches inside Gojo's mouth. Then he keens and his body bows off the futon. "Oh! It's- I'm-!"

Gojo moans, sending vibrations along Sukuna’s length as he swallows him. It’s easy, his small prick fits into the back of his throat without resistance. He curls his finger, moving with more ease as Sukuna welcomes him, slowly relaxing around the intrusion. 

Sukuna can't stop the way his body tenses and he whines. A wave of white hot pleasure washes through him and he spills in Gojo's mouth with a pathetic call of, "Satoru!" It has pulses in the way that it didn't the first time. The finger pressing deep inside of him seems to prolong it and he feels the electric zing of something making his toes curl and heart hammer.

The orgasm rips through him and it ends on a guttural moan as he slumps and relaxes into the touches. Gojo's finger is moving slow enough that he doesn't shy away from either it or his mouth yet.

Gojo swallows the pathetic load that Sukuna gives him joyfully. It’s so sweet and the sound of his own name has him beaming. He takes advantage of the moment and slips in a second finger, moving slowly as he feels the boy’s walls spasm and clench around him.

When he releases his prick, he licks his lips and smiles at Sukuna. “So beautiful my little marvel. You’re doing so well.”

Sukuna tries to catch his breath and he whimpers at the fingers still inside him. They make it impossible to fully come down from his high. "It's really good. I feel good." he mumbles, repeating it a few times as he spreads his legs wider to welcome Gojo closer. "But I did it too early..." His ears are flat in his pout.

“I liked it, you tasted so sweet on my tongue.” Gojo leans forward to kiss Sukuna sweetly, inhaling his whimpers and labored breath. 

As he kisses him, he experiments with scissoring his fingers, working to stretch him more. “I like making you feel good, do you want to make me feel good, too?” Gojo asks, mouth open and panting as he gazes at Sukuna’s blissed out face. 

Sukuna makes a strained noise as Gojo stretches him, but he doesn't look in pain. He nods a few times, rim clenching down for a second. He gasps at that and then squeezes his eyes shut. "How do I make you feel good?"

Gojo kisses him some more as if entranced. “I want to put it inside you, be one with you. Do you think you can take it?” He kisses Sukuna’s eyelids softly as he speaks, stretching him all the while. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Sukuna makes a soft purring sound but looks a bit shy. "I think so. I want you to feel good too." He's so much more malleable after he cums.

Gojo nods and lifts up to remove his yukata completely. It falls off unceremoniously, leaving him bare before the little kitsune. He grabs the lube and spreads it onto his length generously, smearing excess onto Sukuna’s little hole. 

“Are you comfortable on your back? I can also move you to the side and come in from behind, like we’re spooning.” He rambles awkwardly as his heart hammers in his chest. He realizes he’s kind of nervous. “Though I think I’d prefer to see you.”

Sukuna can't look away from Gojo's cock. It's bigger than his two fingers. He looks up, eyebrows furrowed, "You promise it won't hurt?"

“It might sting at first, but I’ll go slow and hit that sweet spot like before so it feels good.” Gojo explains as he bends Sukuna’s knees to his chest, exposing his glistening hole for him. He lines up and presses his cockhead along the rim. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?”

Sukuna whines at the vulnerable position, but he does as asked, inhaling deeply with only a slight tremble to it. The heavy weight of the cock on his hole has his heart racing.

“Okay, ready.” With a shaky exhale, Gojo pushes the head past the rim, barely catching inside. He pauses, feeling the boy’s heat grip around him, how warm and tight he feels on his cock. 

Fighting the urge to move is almost unbearable, but he waits for Sukuna to adjust anyways. As he pauses, Gojo kisses Sukuna’s knees, murmuring sweet praises. “It’ll feel good soon I promise…I just have to go slow, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Sukuna makes a high pitched noise and looks torn. "It's big... I-" His body clenches down tight as he whines and struggles to accommodate him. "Please make it feel good, I wanna feel good. I wanna be good-"

“You’re so good, Sukuna, such a marvel, so lovely and perfect for me…” Gojo coos as he pushes past the resistance even deeper, burrowing his cock inside his small frame. He knows Sukuna’s prostate is just a few inches inside, so he aims for it as he pushes forward, hoping to find it quickly. 

He places one hand beside Sukuna’s head, gripping the sheets and shaky slightly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming as he’s engulfed in his tight heat. “You feel amazing .”

Sukuna's breaths come faster and he whimpers, hands reaching up to grasp at Gojo as much as he can. His ears are flat and tears prick in his eyes but he's trying to relax. 

Then there's a jolt of pleasure and Sukuna sucks in a gasp, eyes squeezing shut.

Gojo lays his chest down onto Sukuna’s knees, folding the boy in half beneath him. “I’m going to start moving now, claw at my back if you need…” he suggests, voice broken and hoarse. He starts rocking his hips slowly, only going about halfway with each thrust. “You’re taking me so well, does it feel good?”

Sukuna keens, body bowing as Gojo's cock presses deep. He wraps his arms around Gojo's neck and moans at the thrusts. "Yes- It's really big, I feel weird. B-but it's go-good..." He buries his face in Gojo's neck and nips him lightly on a good bump into his prostate. His little prick is hard again.

Gojo smiles, relieved and overjoyed. “Yeah? That makes me so happy. I wanted to share this with you, and I wanted to give you a good first time.” He moans as he presses deeper, unable to stop himself from pushing his cock fully into Sukuna’s tight hole. “Fuck you feel so good, I’m so lucky to have you.”

"Ah- Satoru- I..." He hugs tighter and he squirms, not sure if he should move toward or away from the older kitsune's movements. His body is small under Gojo and he claws at his back a bit as he tries to find purchase. His hole clenches down when Gojo brushes his prostate again. "I... please -" he hiccups, unsure of what he's asking for, but needing it.

“I’ve got you.” Gojo coos as he gazes at Sukuna’s face with hazy eyes. He wraps a hand around Sukuna’s small cock, massaging slowly with a loose grip at first. With a shudder, he starts fucking the young kitsune more deliberately, moving hard and deep. 

Sukuna's body rocks under Gojo and he cries out at the touch. His body is on fire, and he mumbles incoherently at each rub of Gojo's hand on his cocklet. "It's too much, I'm going to-" he sounds a bit panicked and strained.

“You can, I want you to, I like it.” Gojo breathes out shakily as pleasure rushes through his veins like molten lava. He barely fits inside his tight hole, and each thrust is almost overwhelming as the boy grips against his cock like he was trying to swallow him whole, not wanting him to pull out even for a moment. 

Gojo curls his wrist as he massages Sukuna’s cocklet at a slower pace than his hips. “Come undone for me, I want to see it, want to hear it, please.”

Sukuna cums with a wail, his body trembles and shakes through it this time, thrashing under Gojo and milking his cock throughout each pulse of it.

He sobs and has tears down his face as he claws into Gojo's back. He's overwhelmed with the size of Gojo's cock inside him. He's sensitive and twitching with desperate noises.

“Oh my god .” Gojo cries out as he watches Sukuna, staring at the glistening tears streaming down his face. “You’re so beautiful.” He releases his hand from his cocklet, and places it onto the mattress to stabilize himself. 

“Just a little longer my sweet, stay with me…” Gojo pumps a few more times, hard and fast until he’s moaning low and loud and spilling inside him, painting his walls with hot cum. He collapses onto Sukuna’s knees as his orgasm wrecks him, making him see stars. 

Sukuna squeaks and mewls at the weight on him and the wet heat inside him. His breathing is fast but he holds on tight, still crying. He mumbles Gojo's name and nuzzles in, seeking comfort as he feels his body coming down from it's high.

Gojo wraps his arms under Sukuna’s back and holds him close. He leans in to kiss the tears from his cheeks and under his eyes, purring against his skin. He rubs his nose against his wet face and peppers him with more kisses. “I think you deserve more liver for that.”

Sukuna goes quiet, arms retreating from Gojo to curl into his chest. His knees are still up, and his hole is still full. He sniffles. "I felt good, why am I crying? I'm not a baby, I promise. I liked it-"

“I know you’re not. It was probably overwhelming, but you did great. I’m really happy you liked it, I did too.” He lifts up on his arms, releasing his weight off Sukuna. “I’m going to pull out now…” he grunts as he slides his cock out of Sukuna, spilling cum onto the sheet beneath him. He stares at it, wanting to eat it but deciding against it. Instead, he grabs his old yukata and begins wiping the boy clean. 

Sukuna feels a bit better at the assurance, and even better being empty. He's quiet as Gojo cleans him. When finally speaks, his voice is small. "What's that called? What we did."

Gojo looks at the boy and blinks. He almost forgot how young he really is, how naive. “Sex. We just had sex.” He explains calmly as he lays on his side to look at Sukuna. “How do you feel?”

"Sex..." Sukuna mumbles, testing the word out. "I feel weird, but not bad. I want to curl up really close to you and never leave." He says with a little consternated expression. "And my legs kind of hurt."

“Come here.” Gojo reaches for Sukuna, wanting to pull him close against his chest. “I’m sorry about your legs, I forgot how heavy I am.” 

Sukuna cuddles close, sniffling and wiping his eyes. "I did good right?" Gojo said stuff like this is like mating. But this is sex. But they can't mate because they're both boys... "At sex."

Gojo pulls Sukuna into his chest and runs his hands along his back soothingly. “Yes, you did really good. I haven’t done that with anyone in a long time, it was special for me to do it with you.”

The little fox is quiet, rubbing his tear stained cheeks on Gojo's chest. His tail curls up between his legs and he winces at his sore bum. "Is that what mates do?" His cheeks are hot with embarrassment.

“Yes, it is. It’s something two people do when they really like each other.” Gojo nuzzles into Sukuna’s hair, inhaling his sweet scent. “I like you Sukuna, and I wanted to show you.”

Sukuna purrs softly. "You like me like that?" He arches into Gojo's touches and cuddles. "Enough to give me more liver?"

Gojo laughs softly and presses a kiss onto Sukuna’s hair. “I do, I really do. I’ll get you more, would you want to come next time? I think you’d have fun.”

"Oh yeah..." Sukuna remembers how Gojo's asked him twice now. He looks embarrassed at his delay and nods. "I want to kill some humans. Can I pick who?" He looks up, eyes wide and excited. He's already imagining it, even with some cum oozing out of him when he accidentally clenches on nothing. 

The boy makes a grossed out noise and squeezes his legs together. It feels like he should be in the bathroom, but he knows that it's just the white stuff.

“Sure, as long as you’re discreet. I bet you’d be good at it.” Gojo imagines the little kitsune taking down a human. He’s sneaky, and seems capable of cruelty. He wonders if they could kill together, if they’d make a good team like they did when stealing. 

As he daydreams, he watches Sukuna squirm and sits upright. “It’s time to get up, little one. It’s important to always pee after sex!”

"What? Why?" Sukuna sits up and makes a face at the weird feeling in his ass. He also feels vaguely empty and that's... weird . "Is it because your penis was in my...? And mine was in your mouth?"

Gojo scratches his ear and looks thoughtful for a moment. He doesn’t want to go down the rabbit hole of explaining a urinary tract infection to a 9 year old, and potentially scaring him. “It’s important for your body to clean itself basically.” He vaguely explains as he sits upright and tosses the soiled yukata to the side. “Don’t you feel like you need to, after orgasming? That’s what it’s called when the white stuff comes out. I know I do and I also want a bath.”

"Oh, kinda yeah. It felt almost like I was going to pee when you had your thing inside me." Sukuna gets up and presses his thighs together. He's not shy about his nudity though. He's done so much more than just be naked with Gojo by now. "Can I still call you Satoru? Or is that only when we're... having sex?"

“I’d like it if you called me Satoru, it’s my first name.” There’s very few people in Gojo’s life who refer to him as Satoru. He likes the way it sounds, especially coming from Sukuna. “You’ve had a really eventful day. Let’s get you clean and then relax.”

Sukuna nods and lets out a huff, fluffing up his tail and looking up at Gojo. "It's kind of hard to stand. Is that normal? I feel like my legs are noodles."

“Yeah, let me carry you.” Gojo leans down to pick Sukuna up and cradles him in both arms. He nuzzles his face into his hair as he carries him to the bathroom. “How are you feeling?”

"Like I'm floating. And really tired. And my chest hurts a little bit." Sukuna mumbles, in a bit of a daze when they get to the bathroom and start cleaning.

He struggles to pee, but he manages to and then Gojo helps clean the cum out from inside him. That in itself is embarrassing.

Gojo takes his time to clean the little fox, working gently with soft hands. “Mm, I see. Let’s lay down for a bit. Do you want me to read to you?”

Sukuna has a quiet purr throughout the cleaning, but the weird feeling in his chest gets heavier and heavier. His breathing speeds up and he nods quickly as his lip starts to wobble. He rubs his face to try and banish the tears before they even fall.

“Let’s get you comfy and warm. Come here…” Gojo says calmly as he picks up the little fox again. He feels smaller in his arms, warm and almost fragile. He lays Sukuna gently onto the soft duvet and pets his hair. “Can I get you anything?”

Sukuna's desperately trying to not cry, but his face keeps scrunching and his eyes are shining. "No-" His voice is watery and he curls up with an angry frown. He doesn't want to cry like a baby, but the day's events are finally catching up to him.

Gojo’s heart sinks. He was impatient and greedy and he knows it. With a soft sigh, he grabs the book from his night stand and brings Sukuna close to his chest. With a calm voice, he reads the story, Gon, the Little Fox .

Sukuna ends up sobbing and hiding in the blankets, tail pulled around himself and desperately trying to cover his exposed body.

As the story continues, he stops crying only because he falls asleep.

Gojo lets Sukuna cry as he reads, knowing the boy needs the release. When he falls asleep, he tucks Sukuna under the covers and plants a sweet kiss onto his forehead. Wiping the tears under his eyes, Gojo whispers, “Sweet dreams little one.”

Chapter Text

Gojo awakens with the bird songs as dawn breaks. Resting his face in his palm, he looks down at Sukuna’s sleeping face and admires him. The little fox looks adorable with his mouth open and drooling slightly as he slumbers. He stays like this while gazing peacefully and enjoying the stillness of the morning. 

Eventually he grows restless, so he sits upright and stretches his lanky limbs. He opens the windows, allowing the sun to shine brightly onto the futon. “Gooood morning ~” he sings.

Sukuna groans and curls up further, pulling the blanket over his head. After a few seconds though, he pokes out and looks at Gojo. His eyes are still red rimmed, and he sniffles once. He looks worried, ears flat and waiting for the shoe to drop. "Hi."

“Hi.” Gojo smiles at him. Bustling around the room, he opens up the boxes with their new kimonos inside. 

“Wanna wear our matching kimonos today?”

Sukuna is quiet as he sits up, blankets pulled tightly around his shoulders. "You aren't mad?" His eyes are on the boxes though, caught between shame and excitement.

“Huh?” Gojo asks as he removes the kimono. “Why would I be?”

Sukuna wipes his eye near the corner and shrugs, looking down. "I dunno... I-"

“You didn’t do anything wrong, my little marvel.” Gojo affirms as he hands Sukuna his kimono. He begins dressing into his new red one and admires the color. “It really does match your eyes.” 

Sukuna looks like he doesn't quite believe Gojo yet, but he stands and starts dressing. The underlayer, the ties, then the blue and white kimono. He struggles with the obi though, trying to wrap it, and failing at the length of fabric in his hands. "Can you teach me how to use foxfire today?"

After dressing himself, Gojo fixes Sukuna’s obi belt. “Cute!” He sings as feels along his shoulders. “Fits you perfectly.”

He straightens his kimono, and stands upright. “Sure, I can try. Are you able to make any flames at all?”

"Yeah." Sukuna makes a little gesture with his hand and a small bit of smoke sizzles from a barely there spark. His cheeks immediately bloom pink as it's gone before it even forms.

Gojo watches carefully and nods. “That’s a good start! We can work with that, but not here. Let’s go by the lake after breakfast to practice.” 

Sukuna sighs softly, trying to push his embarrassment aside. "Can we have rice porridge?" He walks up close to Gojo. "Satoru-" He reaches up with both arms for his face.

“Sure, that’s easy.” Gojo looks down at Sukuna and his stomach does a little flip. Leaning down, he lets Sukuna grab his face. “Yes?” He asks with a cocky grin. 

Sukuna presses their foreheads together, staring into cerulean eyes. He doesn't say anything before he wraps his arms around Gojo's neck and pulls him in, hugging his head. He sighs and nuzzles into the older kitsune's hair. He takes a deep breath and holds him tight.

Gojo purrs inside those little arms, and his cheeks feel warm. He wraps his arms around Sukuna and holds him tight. “You feeling better?” 

"I don't know what happened. But I don't feel as bad anymore." Sukuna admits. It's easier since he can't see Gojo's face. Slowly, he lets him go and he presses their noses together when he can. "I promise I don't cry usually. I'm not a baby."

“You had a lot of new experiences yesterday, so you had a lot to process.” Gojo rubs his nose on Sukuna’s, moving his head slowly from side to side. “I know you’re not a baby, I wouldn’t have sex with a baby.”

"Sex is for people you like..." Sukuna parrots what Gojo said the day before. "And you like me, even if I was weak and cried."

“Of course I do.” Gojo affirms. He moves his face back slightly to look into Sukuna’s eyes. “Were you afraid I wouldn’t?” 

"Well yeah. I wouldn't like you if you cried like that."

Gojo pouts. “Seriously?” Relieved to hear the bratty tone in Sukuna’s voice again, he releases his arms. Standing up right, he straightens his kimono and smiles down at Sukuna. “I’m starving, come on.”

Sukuna smirks, starting to walk toward the kitchen with his usual mood back in place.

He'll have his porridge, and then he'll learn to use fire better than Gojo can.

Gojo whistles as he makes rice porridge, feeling relaxed and elated from the previous night. He’s happy the kid didn’t run away, and still wants to hang out with him.

He serves the porridge and eats happily, tails swaying behind him. “What’s got you motivated to learn fire, trying to burn down a village or something?”

"No, but it's what makes a kitsune special right? Illusions and fire. And I already told you, I'm going to be the strongest one. Even more than you, so I need to learn it." Sukuna finishes his food quickly, starving from everything he did the day before. He has seconds.

Gojo listens to Sukuna’s words and imagines how he might look at his age. “Once you can beat me, you’ll be the strongest.”

"Then you just have to teach me the basics, and then I'll get strong enough to beat you. Then I can protect you ." Sukuna says, tail wagging behind him excitedly.

“Protect me ?” Gojo waves his hand dramatically with a cocky grin. Just for show, he creates a round flame within his palm. Although small, it's bright in his grasp and radiating warmth. “Did you forget who I am?”

"Satoru Gojo. And I'll be stronger than you one day." Sukuna says without a doubt. "And once I'm strong, you don't have to be. You can relax. And eat crepes and play in the city."

Gojo nods and closes his fingers over his palm to snuff out the flame. “Now that doesn’t sound too bad.” He stands up and collects their bowls, “You'll take care of me when I’m an old fox?”

"You're already old." Sukuna stands up, pushing his hair back and flicking his ears. "It's only fair, right?"

“I’m 1,000 years young .” Gojo rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. No one has ever offered to take care of him before, and he can’t even imagine it. “You ready to start your training?”

"Let's go to the river then." Sukuna looks up, a sly little smile on his face. He feels better than he did when he woke up, and leagues better than the night before.

“You got your comfy new sandals?” Gojo asks as he puts on his geta sandals. “Or do you wanna wear your fancy ones?” 

"I want the nice ones." Sukuna heads off to get them and then comes back, tail wagging. "Bring me."

“I knew you could handle them. Let’s go.” Gojo grabs Sukuna’s hand and the two set off towards the river. It’s a peaceful, sunny morning with birds chirping in the trees.

Gojo finds a clearing near the water and releases Sukuna’s hand. He looks towards the little fox with a serious expression, “Okay, I will explain this best I can, but much of this you will have to feel for yourself. Have you heard of thermodynamics?”

Sukuna pulls a face, "No, what does that have to do with it?" He tries to make the same gesture that Gojo did earlier, but no flames spark.

“Thermodynamics is the study of heat, and energy basically. There are several laws. For starters, energy cannot be created nor destroyed, it’s just changed.” 

Gojo makes another flame in his palm, but larger this time. It shines brightly, reflecting onto the water’s surface. “This flame is in balance with the air around it, as it absorbs and transfers energy. I’m not creating it out of thin air, even if it looks like it.” 

"It's not creation, it's manipulation then, right? I'll take the... hot air? And make it fire?" Sukuna's brows furrow, trying to figure it out. He understands more than a common 9 year old should. 

But he is a marvel, so it follows.

“More like, take the heat and energy from within you.” Gojo takes a deep inhale through his nose and exhales through his mouth as if trying to fog a mirror. “Breath with me, feel the heat well in your chest.”

Sukuna looks like he's concentrating. "I don't have fire in me though..." But he takes a deep breath as instructed. Now that he's thinking it, he imagines a fire swelling in his chest, ready to lick out of him and set the world aflame. "What next?"

“Yes you do, you have passion and intensity inside you, I see it in your eyes. I know you can make fire.”

Gojo continues his fiery breathing, and on a particularly deep exhale he creates another flame. It’s swirling and even brighter than before.

“Visualize the heat inside, and send it out through your palm. Try it.”

Sukuna frowns, but he nods. He puts his palm out and steadies his breathing. On a deep exhale, he casts the small enchantment he knows to create his fire. A ball of flame forms in his palm. The flame curls and twists in its heat and Sukuna stays still as he focuses on it. 

Just as he looks up at Gojo, it dissipates and the little fox pouts.

Gojo nods. “It’s already better than before. Do it again.”

Sukuna huffs and does it again. It's bigger this time, but it lasts for the same amount of time. The boy changes his stance and brings his other hand up to help. 

He presses his palms together and slowly starts to spread them. He uses the heat between his hands to channel the heat passing through his chest and core and the flames get brighter and more wild. They lick at his skin and the air around them, like they're devouring.

Sukuna doesn't look away until his hands spread apart a tad too far and the flames puff into smoke and it floats up toward the sky.

The little fox looks up at Gojo, "Am I getting it?"

Gojo nods excitedly. “Very good. You’re a quick learner.” 

The older kitsune mimics Sukuna’s hand motions and creates a large flame between his two palms. It’s more controlled, and narrow like a blade. With a swift movement, he slices a tree branch dangling above the river. It cracks, sizzles and burns before falling into the water. 

“Try this.”

Sukuna exhales through his nose and makes his flame again. It's not as sharp and controlled as Gojo's was. He poses his hands and then tries to send the little flame forward.

It goes maybe a meter and then fizzles out.

The boy scowls and tries again.

Gojo shows off by creating an arrow made of fire. It’s pointed at the end, sharp looking in its replication. Pulling the imagined bow, he shoots a brilliant flash of orange across the river in one swift motion.

The orange reflects off Gojo’s blue eyes and he grins. With a low voice he murmurs, “It’s satisfying.”

The arrow hits a low hanging branch, causing it to break and crash into the water with a splash. 

“Keep trying. You’re getting this quick - if you practice everyday you’ll be a master in no time.”

Sukuna watches intently and then grumbles about Gojo showing off. He starts making his little flame, working on making it more focused and less like a raging inferno. 

Throughout the late morning and afternoon, Sukuna keeps practicing. He doesn't lose interest, and even when he's breathing heavily, he doesn't stop.

The afternoon sun is high in the sky, shining bright onto the river. Cicadas buzz by and the leaves blow in the gentle breeze. Gojo lays in the grass beside Sukuna, watching him as he trains. He yawns loudly and nuzzles into his own arm. “Don’t you wanna take a break?”

"Will taking a break help me get better?" Sukuna asks, forming his fire between his palms and trying to separate them into two distinct flames now.

Gojo watches the flames in the little kitsune’s hands. They’ve grown at an almost frightening rate and he recognizes the boy as something powerful. “Hm, not necessarily but overworking is just gonna exhaust you. But if you want to keep trying, I’ll watch and keep you company.”

Sukuna ponders, actually considering Satoru's words. He wasn't planning on listening, but the older kitsune makes a valid point. He drops his hands and walks over to Satoru. He drops in and curls up against his chest, tucking up close and nuzzling in with a small kitten lick on Satoru's neck. "Okay, I'll take a bit of a break."

The sun is warm on their bodies as they lay by the gentle river. Gojo wraps his arms around Sukuna and purrs softly when he’s licked. “It’s hard to believe you’re only 9, you’re going to be formidable when you’re older I fear.”

"I told you. You just didn't believe me." Sukuna purrs right back and cuddles in. He closes his eyes, more tired than he lets on. "I'll be stronger than you, and then I'll protect you."

Gojo runs his hand along Sukuna’s back, feeling the fine silk of his new kimono. He closes his eyes and listens to the boy’s purring against his chest. “You wanna stay with me that long? It’ll be a long time before I need protection.”

"Yeah." Sukuna can't conceptualize how many years that'll be, but he nods anyway, thinking he understands. "I like you, and my mom's not coming to get me, so... It's okay if I stay, right?"

Gojo’s breath is almost shaky as he sighs happily. “Yeah… yeah it’s more than okay. You like me? Really?” He’s almost shocked, especially after he made Sukuna cry. 

"Well yeah. I wouldn't do this if I didn't like you. I'd probably run away." Sukuna reaches up and plays with Gojo's earring. "Are you used to people not liking you or something?"

Gojo pauses, it’s true, but he never realized it so blatantly before. He’s not used to people liking him. For countless years, he’s been alone in the shrine. Akin to an idol that inspires fear and wonder, but never closeness. “I’m well liked.” He lies poorly as he squeezes Sukuna a bit tighter. “I like you too.”

"Okay, liar. At least you have me now." Sukuna rolls his eyes and yawns, hugging around Gojo's neck. "I won't leave."

Gojo nuzzles against Sukuna’s hair, purring loudly as he inhales his scent. “This is all I need.” He whispers as he closes his eyes.

Sukuna falls asleep quickly, more tired than he realized. They both sleep like that for a few hours, safe because of the wards that Gojo has around his shrine. When the little fox wakes up he lifts his head from the fluff of white tails and he blinks sleepily. The sun is much lower in the sky,

He yawns and leans down to give Gojo a little kiss on the mouth.

Gojo kisses back, half asleep. He opens his eyes halfway to look at Sukuna and he smiles against his lips. “What a nice way to wake up.”

Sukuna looks at him thoughtfully, trying to decide if he'll do it more often or not. "I'm really hungry." It's more of a demand than a statement.

Gojo yawns before opening his eyes all the way. “Should we get more liver?”

"Yeah." Sukuna nuzzles their cheeks together, huffing out through his nose when he's happy with it. "I don't want to hunt though, I don't want to get my kimono dirty. Can you get it and I'll wait here for you?"

Gojo rolls his eyes. “I’m spoiling you, aren’t I?” He sits upright, holding Sukuna onto his lap. “You could test out your foxfire.”

"No." Sukuna says simply, reaching up to give Gojo another kiss. He adds tongue this time and when he pulls back he blinks wide eyes up at the older kitsune. "Please?"

Gojo tries to pout but it’s unconvincing as he looks down at Sukuna’s batting red eyes. “You really are formidable. Like a siren.” He moves Sukuna off him and stands up. Flattening his kimono under his hands, he sighs, dejected. “Do you want to wait here or back at the shrine?”

Sukuna looks smug at his win. "I want to keep laying in the sun. So here."

“Fine. But you owe me.” Gojo says flatly as he prepares to leave. 

"I owe you a lot at this point. That's going to stop being effective soon." Sukuna watches him and gets comfortable in the grass again, acting more like a fox than a boy for now. "I'll do something you like when you come back."

Gojo raises an eyebrow. “I’ll get a few this time, and hopefully quickly.” With that, he rushes off and descends towards the town.

The kitsune goes for a family this time. Using foxfire, he corners them inside the confines of their home on the outskirts of town. As they huddle amidst collapsing walls and smoke, Gojo strikes one by one. He kills the father first, then the mother. 

The youngest one, a boy, stares at him in shock and horror when his mother’s corpse falls heavily onto the tatami.

Gojo tilts his head and maintains eye contact, thinking about how he’s the same height as Sukuna. On a whim, he decides to let the child live. He carries him out of the burning house and leaves him on the street. The child sobs as firefighters rush towards the scene. The kitsune is long gone before they arrive.

With only two livers in tow, he ascends the stairs back towards the shrine.

Sukuna smells Gojo and the livers as he's returning and he perks up. The boy gets up and jogs over to meet him at the fox statues at the gate. He looks happy when he sees him and his tail starts wagging. The opposite of the boy in town.

Gojo grins at the sight of the little fox and opens his kimono to show off his bounty. “I got two this time, so you don’t even have to share with me.”

Sukuna smiles finally and he looks excited. "I get the whole thing?" He steps up to him, but stops before reaching out for the raw meat. "You can cook it this time."

“You do. And yes, I’m cooking this time so keep your little hands off it.” Gojo heads into the shrine and straight to the kitchen. He feels a little domestic, totally unfazed by the means of acquiring dinner tonight. 

Sukuna puffs a breath through his nose and then follows Gojo dutifully. He's on his heels, up in his tails almost distractingly.

"I um... Can I go with you next time?" Sukuna asks once they're in the kitchen and Gojo's already started.

“Sure, I think you’d be good at it, and you’ll need to know how if you want to protect me.” Gojo sautés onions on one pan and heats a cast iron pan to sear the liver. “Were you scared earlier? Hunting isn’t easy.”

"I wasn't scared. I don't get scared." Sukuna defends himself immediately, but doesn't comment on the rest of it. He's still standing too close, holding one of Gojo's tails like a body pillow.

“Mhm.” Gojo hums as he flips the liver. The little fox is a bit in the way, but Gojo just works around him, enjoying the clinginess. “I wanna drink sake tonight, you ever had it?”

"No, that's rice wine, right?" Sukuna continues being underfoot, but he tries not to actively get in the way. "Does it taste good?"

“Yeah, and I think so. It’s technically for adults but I figure you’re basically an adult since you can already talk. Usually kitsune can’t talk until they’re 100 so…” Gojo justifies as he turns off the stove and plates the liver.

"You have to be 100 to drink it?" Sukuna has to step back, but his hands are still on his tail. He watches the plates and then finally parts from him to help take the plates to the table.

“Well, not exactly.” Gojo pours sake into a carafe and brings out two cups. He pours some for Sukuna and then his own. With a smile, he holds his cup high for a toast. “Touch your cup against mine.”

Sukuna takes it the same way Gojo did and touches them together. "Like this?"

Gojo nods, “Kampai!” He takes a sip of his sake, sending warmth to his pale cheeks. 

Sukuna doesn't say it, but he looks like he's listening. Then he pulls the little cup to his mouth and sips.

He spits it back into the cup silently and puts it down. His nose is scrunched up and his ears slowly go flat and angled back.

“Hey…!” Gojo’s mouth falls open when Sukuna spits the sake back into the cup. “That’s gross. Do you not like it?”

Sukuna gives him a displeased look, not apologetic in the slightest. "You didn't tell me that it's gross."

Gojo rolls his eyes and makes an exaggerated sipping noise as he finishes his cup. “ Ahh it’s actually delicious, you’re just lacking the refined taste of an adult kitsune.”

"I don't wanna be an adult then. Shit must all taste so gross..." Sukuna complains, starting to eat his liver instead.

Gojo squints his eyes. “Yet you’re cursing like an adult.” He cuts into his liver, humming happily at the pink insides.

"I can pick and choose." Sukuna shrugs, taking another bite. He has a small smirk, trying to be annoying on purpose

“There’s no need to rush being an adult anyway.” Gojo says thoughtfully as he eats. “You have plenty of time for that, you’re only young for a fleeting moment.”

Sukuna looks thoughtful as he eats but he stays quiet after that. He finishes his whole liver and then waits patiently for Gojo to finish his. Once he's done, Sukuna takes their dishes and goes over to wash them. "Do you have paper and ink? Or something to draw with?"

Gojo drinks his sake happily, tails swaying. “Yeah, I have some in the cupboard. You’re welcome to use whatever you like.”

Sukuna dutifully cleans their dishes and then goes to find the supplies he needs. Once he has them, he slinks away into the bedroom to work.

Gojo watches the little fox slink away curiously but stays at the table with his sake, for now. “Whatcha doing?” He calls.

"Nothing!" Sukuna calls back suspiciously.  But after that he's silent.

It takes him a few tries, and at least 2 hours, but he's finally happy with his work then. 

He pokes around, looking for the older kitsune, first checking where he left him. He has a large paper rolled in his hands.

By now, Gojo is a bit drunk. He’s a lightweight, and normally doesn’t drink. It has his cheeks flushed and he’s wearing a little grin. “My little friend has finally returned to me!” He sings cheerfully when he sees Sukuna. 

Sukuna's cheeks flush at Gojo's easy affection but he steps into the room fully. "You said I owed you. So I made you something. Because I'm sore and I don't think I can do the thing tonight again." He unrolls his paper and turns it to show Gojo.

It's a large white fox with nine tails and a small pink fox kit curled up in its tails. The white one has the same red marks on its face that Gojo does. 

"I drew us," he mumbles, hiding his face behind the paper. It's not drawn by a professional, but he clearly tried very hard.

Gojo is immediately moved. “Ohmygod!!” He sits upright too quickly, feeling almost dizzy as he reaches for the drawing. His eyes widen and his lip trembles. “I love it.”

Sukuna peeks around the paper and walks closer, handing it to Gojo. "You do?" Something's wrong with him, but Sukuna's not sure what it is yet. He seems more... him , but in a bad way. "I tried to draw the shrine in the back, see?" It looks vaguely shrine-like, with the gate and the trees. The fox statues are clear though.

“Yes! It’s perfect, we will frame it and hang it up.” Gojo’s words are slightly slurred and very enthusiastic. “You made me look great, and aww look how tiny you are!” He’s giggling as he points. 

Sukuna nods and looks between Gojo and the drawing. He seems really happy, so at least that's a bonus. "Is this okay as part of my debt? Since we can't have sex. If you still want it, I... um, I don't think I can do it again so soon. I felt all weird last night and I don't want to cry again and be bad. So I thought this would be okay." He blurts it all out. He doesn't breathe as much as he should and he looks worried as he awaits the verdict.

Gojo looks up at Sukuna and blinks, almost dropping the drawing. “It’s more than okay. I wasn’t serious about the debt thing, I was just messing with you.” He stands up and wraps an arm around Sukuna. “Sex is not all I want from you, either.”

"Do you like the drawing?" Sukuna files the other information away to deal with later. It's a bit embarrassing that Gojo was joking and he worked so hard on it...  His cheeks slowly flush and he tucks his head under Gojo's sleeve.

“Mhm, I like it a lot. Thank you.” Gojo runs his hand on Sukuna’s back to soothe him. “Why are you hiding? You should be proud.”

Sukuna doesn't come out yet, "I thought you were serious. About me owing you. It's stupid that I didn't realize it."

Gojo makes a soft but pained noise. The conversation is sobering him, but his emotions feel stronger from the sake. “I wouldn’t make you have sex with me just because I fed you. I want to protect you and spoil you with nice clothes and food.”

Sukuna slowly peeks out and looks up at Gojo. He narrows his eyes and looks like he's thinking. "Okay." Like it's something that he doesn’t believe.

"I liked drawing, so I can keep doing that right? You can spoil me with clothes and food, and I can draw for you." He doesn't want to mention how hard he tried. Or how many times he failed and had to burn the paper evidence away.

“Yeah, if you want to, I’d like it. Sounds like a good deal” Gojo smiles down at him, happy to see Sukuna’s face again. “But uh, are you saying you don’t wanna have sex again? Not tonight, but ever?”

"We can do it again. I can like... touch you or use my mouth if you really want right now. But my butt kinda hurts. Well it doesn't hurt ... but it feels weird. And like... empty and that's weird."

“No, I said not tonight. You don’t have to do anything more than snuggle.”

"I'd like that." Sukuna hums, reaching up and holding Gojo's belt. "It's not late, but can we go lay down?"

“Mhm, let’s go.” Gojo leads them towards the bedroom and lays on his side on the futon. “Come here.”

Sukuna steps over and crawls into the space provided. He presses up close to Gojo and smooshes his ear to his chest. "I hope my mom never comes back."

Gojo wraps his arms around Sukuna and holds him close. The boy’s words break his heart slightly, and he finds himself fumbling through it all. He sighs, “I’m not sure I can replace her, but I’ll try.”

"Well I don't want you to replace her. You said you aren't my dad, so you're just something else. You're Satoru. And you'll take care of me until I can take care of you." Sukuna huffs, content with his decision.

“Mm, I’m your Satoru and you’re my Sukuna.” Gojo runs his hands along his hair as he holds him even closer. “But try not to grow up too fast…”

"But-" Sukuna argues for a second. He grunts and cuddles in without disagreeing. "Okay. I'll stay little for a long time." As long as he's strong, he doesn't care to be an adult or not.

“Kitsune live a long time, and you’re only little for a very short while. You’ll be big before you know it, though I doubt you’d ever be taller than me.” Gojo adds with a little smile. 

"I don't need to be tall to be able to beat you up." Sukuna says matter of fact.

“You couldn’t beat me up even if you were 3 meters tall.”

"Maybe I will be 3 meters tall. You don't know that yet." He knows it's highly unlikely. "But it'll only be a playful beat up. I don't want you actually hurt . Since you're mine." He nods and nuzzles in, listening to his heart.

Gojo’s heart flips when Sukuna calls him mine . “We can practice sparring if you want. Learning to fight alongside your foxfire will make you untouchable before long. Until then, I’ll protect you.”

Sukuna listens to the thumping of his heart and huffs happily. His tail wags. He doesn't bother saying any more, knowing they both know it already.

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A few months later, Sukuna sneaks into the bedroom, where Gojo is napping, and he gets close before he chirps to hopefully startle him.

He's learned a new trick, and he looks exactly like a little Gojo, but he only has one white fluffy tail, and not nine. "Look!"

Gojo’s eyes widen with every blink as he stares at a small but mirror image of himself. “What’s this?” Swiftly, he reaches for the little fox and sniffs his neck, confirming that it’s Sukuna. With no regard for his personal space, Gojo’s pinching his ears and running his hand along his face. He grabs the one tail and lifts it, looking underneath. “Oooo…”

"Isn't it good? I've been practicing all week. I even copied how you look naked." Sukuna says with a smirk. He even sounds like Gojo does when he's little. Sukuna's been observing him and improving his illusions and magic so that he can surprise him. 

"I don't think I can look big yet though. I tried and I couldn't change my height that drastically. And I can't fix my tail." The boy explains, wagging his tail as Gojo touches.

“It’s good.” Gojo huffs excitedly, hands running along Sukuna’s side. “Show me.” 

"Which part? Oh, you mean the naked part." Sukuna doesn't realize just how excited Gojo is about it. He shrugs his hands off to undo his belt and gently remove his layers. His kimono is much nicer now and he has to strip multiple layers off. Almost like a strip-tease. "It's why I made you stay like this that one night. I stayed up and studied you."

Gojo nods furiously and watches with unblinking eyes as Sukuna undresses for him. As him. Mesmerized, he takes in the image of his younger self laid bare. He’s never seen himself like this before and the first reaction is desire . 

“Please… can I…” Gojo kneels before him and his eyes droop. Maybe he should feel ashamed, but the thought doesn’t cross his mind as he starts kissing Sukuna's chest. 

"Oh. Yeah, I guess." Sukuna brings his hands to Gojo's head and he pets his hair softly. "I look like you, and you want to have sex? Isn't that weird?" 

Then after a second he continues, "Actually, I think if you managed to look like an older me, I'd want to do it too..."

Gojo nods, “Yeah, it’s erotic. Don’t you want to?” He kisses along the boy’s nipple, lightly cinching his teeth around the pink bud. He imagines an older Sukuna, how his innocent red eyes might narrow, his jaw more defined. Would he be taller than Gojo? Fuller? “Maybe we can try that sometime too…” he murmurs.

Sukuna sighs pleasantly at the attention to his nipple. He arches into Gojo's mouth and steps closer. "I dunno it won't actually be - mm!" His little prick is already twitching in interest. "It won't be me. It'll be our imagination."

The boy starts pushing Gojo's head down further, clearly urging him to mouth at him. His tail is wagging and his cheeks are red. It's the first time he's taken a fragment of control, and he hopes Gojo likes it.

Gojo gazes up at Sukuna to watch his reaction, fixated on how his own reddened cheeks look on the little kitsune. He’s never seen his own face in pleasure before, and he wants even more. He allows Sukuna to guide him, leaning in to lap at his sensitive nipple with his tongue, pinching the opposite one with his thumb and index finger.

Sukuna makes a frustrated noise and pushes Gojo's head down his stomach. "N-no, I meant..."

Gojo grins wide, blue eyes practically sparkling when he realizes what Sukuna is asking for. “Tell me what you want.” He teases as he kisses along his lower stomach.

"I want your mouth. On it ." Sukuna mumbles, not necessarily shy, but not used to having to say it. Gojo never usually narrates, even for being such a chatty person. And Sukuna never asks or takes, he just lets Gojo do what he wants, because he always makes Sukuna happy too. But now he wants to try. Maybe looking like Gojo is giving him the courage to boss him around.

“ It meaning…” Gojo trails his fingers lightly around Sukuna’s inner thighs, circling around his groin. 

"M-my dick. I want you to suck on it." Sukuna looks embarrassed now, hand up to his face to hide behind a bit as he looks away from Gojo.

“You got it, boss.” Without hesitation, Gojo swirls his tongue around Sukuna’s head, wetting it before wrapping his lips around the tip. It’s similar to his own cock, just smaller and it makes Gojo twitch in interest. 

Sukuna gasps at the sudden sensation and his little fingers card into Gojo's hair. "Satoru, is it right? Did I do it right? Is it like yours?" He's breathless from the wet heat already enveloping his small cock.

“Better than the real thing. You’re perfect.” Gojo gasps as he wraps his fingers around the base of his small shaft. He bobs down to meet his hand, massaging along his length as he slides his mouth up, and back down again. As he works, he stares at his own face, entranced. 

Sukuna's legs threaten to buckle but he manages to stay standing somehow. His little claws dig into Gojo's head a tiny bit, but not enough to cut him or draw blood. They've never done it like this before. Well, with him standing. He's usually the one on his knees.

Feeling adventurous, Sukuna starts thrusting his hips in time with Gojo's bobbing and he mewls as his thighs tremble. "Oh- Oh god..."

Gojo hums approvingly, muffling “ mhm ” and vibrating along his shaft. He relaxes his jaw for Sukuna, easily swallowing his length. It fills his mouth, barely even reaching his uvula. As he sucks, his hands wander to Sukuna’s backside, sliding his long fingers between his cheeks. 

Sukuna can't stop his moans and gasps, trying to figure out if he should thrust into his mouth, or arch into Gojo's hands on his ass. "C-can you lay down? I want to try something."

Gojo releases Sukuna’s little cock and licks his lips. “Sure~” he sings as he climbs into the bed and lays on his back. “Like this?”

Sukuna nods and sucks in a shaky breath. Then he's crawling over Gojo and perching above his head. He hovers his little hips and cocklet above Gojo's face and mouth. "I want to fuck your mouth like you do me."

Gojo grabs onto the boy’s hips and stares at him with admiration. “Gives a new meaning to ‘go fuck yourself’ it’s more like ‘get fucked by yourself.’ I like it. I’m all yours.”

With a tentative nod, Sukuna places his cock into Gojo's mouth and moans softly. He rests on his hands, legs mostly prone, only up high enough to keep his hips at Gojo's face.

The boy starts moving his hips the same way Gojo does when he has Sukuna bent over. It's inexperienced and a bit hesitant, but he slowly finds a rhythm when he realizes how good it feels to hump Gojo's face. His balls press against his chin and it has Sukuna moaning and panting softly as he ruts onto his tongue with his eyebrows furrowed.

The boy’s moans echo through the room, and his voice sounds like a higher pitched version of his own. It’s almost disorienting as Gojo watches with wide eyes, not wanting to miss a thing. Gojo encourages Sukuna’s thrusts by swirling his tongue alongside his motions, staying lax and open for him.

The movements of Gojo's tongue get a soft keen and Sukuna presses in as deep as he can go. "How big will mine get? Will it be like yours when I grow up? Would you choke on it?" Sukuna's struggling to talk, and his eyes are squeezed shut, spider silk eyelashes dusting his cheeks. and his snow white hair and ears are hanging down as he grinds into Gojo's mouth desperately.

Gojo mumbles inaudibly as Sukuna fucks into his mouth. He’s not used to being unable to speak, and the words are on the tip of his tongue, coming out like gibberish. I like how small you are, easy to throw around. But maybe one day when you’re big enough you can take me, make me choke on it for real. Gojo grabs Sukuna’s cheeks and pulls him in towards his face, practically smothering himself. 

The grab is enough for Sukuna to cry out and tremble as he gets closer and closer to cumming. "You're going to swallow- I need ..." Sukuna grinds into him until he whines high in his throat and spills into Gojo's mouth. Even with all the times they've had sex in the past few months, Sukuna hasn't learned how to last much longer than he did in the beginning.

Gojo holds onto the boy tightly as he swallows his small load. Despite his appearance, it still tastes like Sukuna and he moans as it rushes down his tongue and throat. 

Sukuna whimpers and drops his weight on Gojo without really thinking. His hips are kind of tired from moving so much, so he just lets Gojo hold him up, not bothered by if he can breathe or not. "I really- oh... I liked..." He moans quietly instead of finishing his sentence.

“Good, you can do that again, whenever you want.” Gripping tightly onto his hips, Gojo suddenly flips Sukuna onto his back. “My turn ~” Hovering above, his eyes stare into a matching pair with a hungered expression.

The boy nods dumbly and stretches his arms up above him. Not only to make himself feel better, but because he knows that Gojo likes it. "Do you want to look at me when you're inside me? Since I look like you." He spreads his thighs and wiggles to get comfortable on the futon.

“Yes, stay like this.” Gojo breathes out as he slides off his kimono hurriedly. He has so many questions as looks down at the little fox laid below him. “How long did you stare at me to make this so perfect? Do you like what you see… What's your favorite part?” He asks as presses between his thighs, cock hardened and full of need.

"I like your stomach and thighs. Is that weird?" Sukuna inhales deeply and moans. "I watched you for hours that night, so I could see all of you. And I liked when you had sex with me like this too. That's how I-" He had to make sure everything was perfect. He likes to be right , and this is no different. "-knew what it looks like when it's hard."

“It’s not weird, I like that you like it.” Gojo makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a whine as he presses their lips together, exploring the matching pair.

His hands wander beneath Sukuna’s lower back, arching him upwards as they slide between his cheeks. “Do you prefer it when I’m small too, or when I fill you completely?” he murmurs, almost delirious as he fingers prod Sukuna’s entrance. “I like how small you are, how I barely fit inside…”

For a second, the boy can't say anything, gasping and arching into the touch. "B-big, I like when you're big." Sukuna presses a few more sloppy kisses to Gojo's mouth as his hole clenches around nothing. "I like when you mount me the best."

Gojo grins and presses Sukuna’s legs towards his chest. He reaches for the lube on the bedside table and pours it directly onto his hole, smearing it around with his long fingers. “I like when you tell me what you like, and what you want… does looking like me make you more confident?”

Being called out has a blush rising high on Sukuna's cheeks, contrasting starkly with the white hair and fair skin. "N-no... maybe... You really like it, and I like that." Gojo treats him very delicately sometimes, and now he isn't doing that. "I like that you can't hold back right now."

“I can’t… not when, you’re doing this for me.” He’s breathing heavily as he shoves two fingers into Sukuna. It’s a bigger stretch than he’d normally start with, but he’s too riled up.

Sukuna keens and he squirms under Gojo. "I can take it, don't hold back." His voice wavers as he says it, young Satoru's voice, but his rim clenches around Gojo's fingers, beckoning him deeper.

“Fuck I want you so bad…” Gojo pummels his fingers hastily, almost sloppy. “Not just because you look like me… but because it’s you doing this for me.” He pulls out and smears the lube onto his painfully neglected cock. “Are you sure you can take it?”

Truthfully, Sukuna doesn't know if he can. Gojo is rarely rough, and he always goes slow and touches Sukuna more than himself. Sukuna feels a bit dizzy with the sheer need radiating from Gojo.

He's always wanted Sukuna, and he's been desperate and turned on before. But never like this.

Sukuna nods with his lip between his teeth, rosy pink turning red. "I c-can." Even if the way he bullied his fingers inside was rough. Sukuna kind of likes it though. It sends sparks up his spine.

Gojo smears lube on his cock and lines up to Sukuna’s tight hole. His mouth is open, arms shaking.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ll…” he says unconvincingly as he presses past the ring of muscle to bully his cock inside Sukuna’s unstretched walls. It’s not gentle. “Just take it for me, okay?” The older kitsune chokes out. 

Sukuna cries out as the stinging pain runs up his spine. His ears angle back but he nods a few times. It's hard to think about anything when all he can feel is the violent fullness practically in his guts. He's not even all the way in and Sukuna is worried that he can't take it. Even if he knows he can, he has. He's taken Gojo more times than he can count, but this is different.

He's not prepared, so his hole is extra tight, especially when his body refuses to relax. 

"O-okay." Sukuna mewls, eyebrows pinched and breathing fast.

“ F-fuck ” Gojo moans as he presses in deeper, filling Sukuna to the hilt. He stares down at his blue eyes affectionately as he starts thrusting his hips. “You look so lovely beneath me. I want to watch, want you to see…” he looks up at the wall curiously as he speaks. 

Sukuna glances up at the wall for a second too, wondering what Gojo's looking at. It distracts him from the way all the air is punched from his lungs. How it's hard to inhale again. "Wha-? Want me to see what?" His thighs tremble but he lets out a moan.

The kitsune raises his hand towards the wall and traces a rectangle onto the space. As his claw moves, orange lines sizzle to burn the wood and the image of a mirror appears. Gojo grins at his own reflection.

“Relax for me…” he coos as he wraps his hands underneath Sukuna’s back. “I’m going to flip you over.”

Still sheathed inside, he corkscrews Sukuna swiftly. He positions the little kitsune onto his hands and knees so that he’s facing the mirror. Gojo stares into a matching pair of blue eyes as he hovers above. “Want you to watch.”

Sukuna gasps at the shift, but then he's staring into two of Gojo's faces. One's just himself, and it's a disorienting experience to say the least. But he likes being mounted like this, so he lowers down to his chest, ass pressed up, and eyes still on his own in the mirror. "Like this?" His hole clenches down when he looks up at Gojo above him in the mirror.

“Yes, perfect.” Gojo grunts as he grabs onto Sukuna’s hips to begin thrusting more deliberately. It’s rough, and selfish. Nine tails fan proudly behind his larger form while his eyes fixate on the little fox in the mirror. 

Sukuna's face scrunches up and he has to bury his face in the futon to stop himself from crying out too loudly. It hurts, and it's overwhelming. But he wouldn't stop him even if he could. It's a good feeling to know that he reduced Gojo to this.

On each slap of Gojo's hips, Sukuna makes a little noise as he bunches his fists in the blankets. His tail is flopped over his back, giving Gojo perfect access. "S-satoru..." It's a whimper.

Gojo feels possessed in a narcissistic daydream, self obsession coming to the forefront and drowning his senses. He barely realizes how he’s hurting the boy beneath him as he chases his own pleasure. He imagines it’s himself he’s fucking, can almost feel the way his large cock bullies inside, forcing unstretched walls to open for his use.

As the strongest, he knows he can take it. Maybe Sukuna will be strong like him too, one day. Maybe he already is. 

When he realizes Sukuna has his face buried, Gojo leans forward to lift his chin under his large hand. “Stay with me. Don’t look away.”  

Sukuna almost pulls his head away but instead he lets Gojo maneuver him. He can't stop the noises now. Tears pool in his eyes and some spill down his cheeks. His blue eyes are rimmed in red as he hiccups softly with the next brutal thrusts. He nods, trying to look up at Gojo like he wants.

His eyes keep closing and he's making strained whines when Gojo hits his prostate, even if the rest hurts.

“So beautiful…” Gojo moans as he looks into tear stricken blue eyes. He takes his opposite hand and wraps around Sukuna’s small prick as it dangles below, massaging him in time with his thrusts. 

Sukuna mewls softly and chokes on a sound. He tries to hide again, the sensation overwhelming as his little cock starts hardening fully. "H-hurts... Satoru, it-" He stops though, not raising his voice. He told Gojo he could take it, so he will. The boy starts bouncing back into Gojo's thrusts. It sends white hot pleasure-pain through his whole body and his cock twitches in Gojo's hand.

“You’re doing so well. Not much longer…” Gojo grits his teeth when Sukuna bounces back on him. “Do you think you can you cum for me again, Sukuna?” He asks, voice almost desperate. He wants Sukuna to feel good, as tugs on his small prick.

Sukuna truthfully doesn't know, but he desperately wants to for Gojo. He knows Gojo really wants it, and thus, he wants it.

The boy nods and he reaches his own hand between his legs and pushes Gojo's hand off. He stares in the mirror, captivated by Gojo's body on top of him as he tugs on himself until his thighs start shaking.

He needs Gojo to hit his prostate just once more...

And when he does, Sukuna wails and spills in his hand. His eyes close and euphoria takes over his small body almost instantly.

“Oh fuck, h-holy shit!” The sound of the small kitsune coming undone has Gojo collapsing over his back, spilling into him with a loud moan. The sight of his dual image in the mirror is hazy as his eyes flutter back in pleasure. He shakes as Sukuna’s tight walls cinch around him, milking his orgasm. “Fuck you’re so perfect, that was amazing.”

Practically as soon as Sukuna's body relaxes and slumps down, he reverts to his own body, trying to curl in on himself. His arms cover his face and he sniffles, clearly holding back sobs and hiccups behind his arms.

Reality comes crashing in like a tidal wave in Gojo’s post nut clarity. He stares down at the little fox curled beneath him.

“Did I hurt you…?”

Sukuna doesn't respond, not sure if he's actually hurt. His body hurts, but sometimes training hurts his body too. This feels different, but he's not sure how . Slowly he drops down to his side, forcing Gojo to pull out and he curls up, tail tucking between his legs. 

"I don't know."

Cum oozes out of the little fox and pools onto the sheets. As Gojo stares at it, he feels a bit guilty. He knows he went too far, got carried away. A 9 year old doesn’t know what they can and can’t take. 

“That was really fun, thank you for doing that for me, Sukuna.” He shifts closer and rests a hand on his pink hair. “I missed your face, can I see it?”

Sukuna shakes his head and tries to calm down his breathing, stuttering and jerking with the shallow inhales. This is worse than the first time, he thinks. Because he feels used this time. 

He doesn't want to admit that it was too much. Because he liked some of it, but he bit off more than he could chew and he doesn't want the blow to his pride.

"N-no." Sukuna mumbles.

“That’s too bad, but it’s okay.” Gojo says as he pets Sukuna’s hair. “I was rough, but you took it really well. Please let me take care of you now.”

That gets an actual sob again and Sukuna nods, finally giving in. He turns and opens his arms up to Gojo for a hug. He has a grumpy little face, trying really hard to stop crying. His lips are pressed really hard together to stop himself from saying something stupid.

Gojo wraps his arms around him tightly, swaying from side to side in a gentle rocking motion. He presses Sukuna’s face against his chest and lets him cry for a few moments, whispering little coos and soft hums. “Can I pamper you in the bath? I won’t pee on you this time I promise.”

The first reaction is for the little fox to tense up, but then he relaxes. "Okay," Sukuna agrees, staying pressed to Gojo's body. "I'm happy you liked my surprise. But I dunno when I can do it again."

“I loved it.” Gojo stands up carefully without letting go of Sukuna. Holding him tightly, he carries him to the bathroom. “It’s okay, we can whenever you want to again.” He sets Sukuna down gently and begins running the bath.

"Is that how you want to do it all the time?" Sukuna asks, tail tucked up between his legs and covering his crotch. His ears are also flat to the sides. "I can get better and we can do it like that if you want."

“Nope.” Gojo looks at him curiously. “I won’t do it without stretching you properly again.”

He places his hand under the tub, creating flame in his palm to warm the water. “Besides, I have the most fun when we both like, don’t you?”

That gets a nod. "Well yeah, but I came, so I enjoyed it, right?" He dips his fingers in the water to test it as Gojo heats it. "I think I'd like it better if I was stretched. It hurt more than it felt good."

Gojo’s heart aches at Sukuna’s question, and he can’t answer it. He doesn’t look at him as drops a bath bomb into the tub. It fizzles and makes the water pink and smell of rose petals. 

The older kitsune climbs in and sinks into the warm water. “Come join me.”

Sukuna doesn't hesitate as he climbs in and rests his back to Gojo's chest as they've started doing now. He doesn't notice Gojo not responding. He just sinks into the water to his nose and relaxes.

Gojo sighs happily and relaxes his shoulders. Sukuna feels warm and wet against him, and he realizes he’s happiest in this place. Together.

With a happy hum, Gojo wets Sukuna’s hair before lathering shampoo onto it. He massages his scalp, until the shampoo is a mess of white foam. Gojo crafts the bubbles into a crown and smiles. “A crown, befitting of my little king.”

"King?" Sukuna looks up at Gojo with a thoughtful expression. "What does that make you?" He almost teases him about being the queen, but then he has a thought. "You're like the Emperor. And I'm one of your Kings."

“Naturally, as the strongest kitsune, I’d be the Emperor.” Gojo smiles down at Sukuna, happy to see his face again. “But you’re quite kingly with your fancy kimono and jewelry. You have a dignified presence even at nine.”

Sukuna keeps looking up at him and he slowly leans until his cheek is on Gojo's chest. He's still looking into blue eyes, even as he moves around in the tub to face him better. Instead of really listening, he nods and wraps his arms around Gojo's ribs.

With his cheek pressed to the older kitsune's chest, Sukuna sits quietly. He thinks about what they did, and how he feels, and if he's okay.

"Do you love me? I don't think my mom did. But you haven't left me yet, so you must, right?"

“Of course I do. I love you very much.” Gojo states as he wraps his arms around Sukuna. “You’re my everything.”

Sukuna leans against him more heavily and nods, head turned down to stare into the tub. After a few moments, he slowly smiles, Gojo can feel it more than see it. He doesn't even care that he gets shampoo suds on Gojo as he does it. It just makes him happy and he starts to purr, getting past the hurt from before.

"I won't ever leave."

Gojo exhales deeply, “Please don’t.”

Gingerly, he washes the shampoo from Sukuna’s hair, letting it run down his own chest in soapy streams. “I want to watch you grow older, and stronger, until one day I can’t keep up with you anymore. It would make me happy to spend the days with you, sharing meals and a bed, playing and being together.”

Sukuna looks pleased as he's gently cleaned. "I'll hunt livers for you, and cook for you when I can." He nods as if it's a lifelong promise to do so. "I'll stay with you until we die."

The sentiment isn’t lost on Gojo. “Sounds like a good life.” He sinks into the tub, feeling relaxed and happy with his little kitsune in his arms.

Sukuna doesn't fully comprehend how much of a commitment it is, but he's happy nonetheless.  He has Gojo, and Gojo has him.

2 years later, Sukuna waits for Gojo to be busy beforeing sneaking down to town. He's never gone alone, but this time he steals Gojo's money and runs off before the older kitsune returns from the lake.

He heads to the crepe stall, disguise in place, and pretty kimono on. His clothes are even nicer now, his earrings dangling, and his geta clacking on the pavement. He’s been spoiled.

Once he buys two crepes, he starts heading back toward the shrine, obnoxiously sweet desserts in hand. He has a big grin, hoping to surprise Gojo with his snack. It'd have been better if he had his own money, but he doesn't yet, so Gojo will have to accept paying for it himself.

Hours later, he still hasn't returned. The sun is going down.

Gojo whistles to himself as he meanders back to the shrine. “Su-ku-naaaa!” He sings as he looks around for his companion. “Are we playing hide n seek?” He looks under the bed, in the closets and in every nook and cranny in the small shrine. The little fox is nowhere to be found. Gojo steps outside, calling Sukuna’s name as he searches the premises. 

Something feels off. Once on the stone steps, he freezes. Before his feet are two crepes, smashed and making a mess on the stone. Strawberry matcha, his favorite.

Sukuna’s scent is still fresh. Gojo looks around, ears twitching for any noise. Quickly, he descends into the town in search. 

When Gojo gets into town, Sukuna's scent is distant, following back to the crepe stand, and nowhere else. As if the boy walked there and back without straying once. It was his only goal.

After interrogating the crepe stand owner to no avail, Gojo feels a sense of panic welling in his gut. 

He retraces Sukuna’s steps from the stand and back up towards the shrine, lowering down to all fours to smell the ground. Right now he doesn’t care how much he looks like an animal, doesn’t care about the curious eyes staring at his tails. He has only one goal in mind. 

Back at the sad scene of fallen crepes, Gojo looks around more carefully, picking up on a scent that’s different from Sukuna’s. It’s strange, neither fox nor human. 

Gojo follows it, heartbeat eerily calm and steady as he focuses on the scent. 

It leads him through the forest on a whimsical path. There are scratches in the trees though. Little hands grasping at branches and breaking twigs that he grabbed.  It smells like distress. And amusement.

It leads Gojo around to the other side of the town, the other side of the valley as the sun casts a rich amber glow through the trees.

Gojo’s heart sinks when he sees the traces of Sukuna’s struggle on the trees. He became too comfortable in their peace, and endangered his beloved with his carelessness. He will find him, no matter what it takes.

Gojo follows the path tirelessly, motivated by any clue he finds. As he gets closer, the scent becomes more pungent. It smells vaguely like mildew, soil and rot.

He recalls rumors of a conniving grave spirit, one with a sick fascination with other spirits. Gojo never paid him much mind, never had to worry about any threats before. 

His panic is being overrun with a focused rage as he enters the valley on the other side of town. 

There's a small shrine recently constructed roughly two hours from the spot Sukuna was taken. Yet it smells like sweet rot, as if the wood is decaying in a warm damp place.  There are mushrooms surrounding the building and a faint mist covering the ground.

There are a few scorch marks on the wood near the entryway and the smell of the two beings is strong here.

Then Gojo hears a melodic laugh and Sukuna yelling swears and curses at the other person.

"He really shouldn't have let something like you walk around so easily. A born kitsune! You have no idea how special you are, kid. Your mother was looking for you, you know. It's how I found you." The person has a stitched scar across their forehead and long black hair.

"Fuck you! You're gross and you stink and you're a fucking pervert!" Sukuna snarls back, tied up and still futilely struggling. The talk of his mother makes his ears angle back though. "What do I care about that woman? She left me!"

Once he hears that familiar bratty tone, Gojo rushes into the shrine. His arrival is fast and quiet, like a phantom. 

Scanning the scene, he locks eyes on Sukuna first. Relief floods him and he exhales sharply. “Not a very fun game, you know. Took me forever to find you.”

Sukuna's tied up and sealed with a few talismans, laying on his side like a little pig.

The expression on Kenjaku's face sours and then lightens immediately. "Gojo! Good of you to join the game. You've been hoarding such a little treasure to yourself? How selfish," he laughs, stepping back toward another exit in the shrine.

"Satoru!" Sukuna squirms, trying to look at him. "Kill him."

“Oh don’t worry. I’m going to, and slowly.” Gojo’s eyes are glowing like two holographic orbs when he turns to face the captor. He rushes behind him, blocking the exit. “You have the nerve to call me selfish, when you’re the one taking something that belongs to me?”

Kenjaku makes a face and wisps toward the boy, body leaving a strange after effect as he moves. "Belongs? He's not your son, you're just being greedy. We can share him, no?"

“No.” Gojo grabs Kenjaku by the back of his arm and yanks and twists until it breaks. He tugs on the contorted limb to bring Kenjaku closer to him and away from the boy. 

The spirit is still facing Sukuna as Gojo wraps a hand around his neck and rips at the skin with his sharp claws. Blood streams down his white kimono as Gojo looks down at Sukuna. “Did he hurt you?”

Sukuna's red eyes watch the displeased look on Kenjaku's face as he burbles on the blood. The boy makes a decision and looks at Satoru with his eyebrows drawn together.

"He touched me."

Kenjaku laughs and ends up coughing. He appreciates the boy's scheming. "Oh, so that's what it's like between you two..." His voice is oddly echoing, but it's getting weaker. He's not even fighting back.

Gojo’s eyes widen and his mouth draws into a hard line. “I’m going to skin you then burn you alive.”

As he speaks, sharp claws pierce deeper into Kenjaku’s flesh, cutting a line like a knife. He digs into the cut, widening it before peeling the flesh down his neck and chest as if skinning a fruit.

Kenjaku laughs, wet and foul. His skin almost sloughs off his body as Gojo peels it off. The scent of a grave overwhelms the building and Sukuna scrunches up his nose as mushrooms rise from the mess on the floor.

"You look like her- d-don't worry... she's..." His voice tapers off as he convulses in Gojo's hold.

“Foul bag of bones.” Gojo scrunches his nose from the scent. He takes note of the mushrooms, not concerned yet.

The spirit’s words are eerie and Gojo stills his peeling. He slaps Kenjaku’s face, hard, wanting to keep him conscious. “She? Who are you talking about?”

Kenjaku's eyes roll and his body starts practically liquifying. More mushrooms, and now bugs, start to crawl away from their feet.

Sukuna makes a grossed out sound as they move toward him. 

"-dead. You're welcome. She can't take him from you now."

And with that, Kenjaku's body breaks apart like rotten meat, bones poking through and collapsing. The bugs skitter out of the shrine and the mushrooms sprout from the decaying flesh.

“Ew.” Gojo complains as he watches Kenjaku’s disgusting disappearance. Hands free, he kneels before Sukuna and removes the talismans before untying him. Bloody hands cup the boy’s face and he looks at him tenderly. “Sukuna, I’m so sorry.” 

Sukuna scrambles and goes to say something, then he pauses and looks down. "Your crepes... I'll get you one to make up for it."

“What? That’s the last thing on my mind right now. Look at me.” Gojo grabs Sukuna by the chin and tilts his face up so their eyes are level. 

“I let you out of my sight and you were hurt. I won’t ever let it happen again.”

Sukuna looks up at him, red eyes staring into blue. "But I was the one that snuck off. It's not your fault." His ears are back, and his tail is drooped, they're the only signs of his distress.

Gojo just shakes his head, not accepting Sukuna’s words. He wraps his arms around the boy despite the blood and bits of flesh on his kimono. “Let’s go home.”

"You're dirty-" But Sukuna doesn't fight it, he wraps his hands around Gojo's neck. "I can walk though, I'm not a kid anymore." He's barely 11, but his ego is through the roof.

“I know, but will you let me hold you anyways? Please.” Gojo picks Sukuna up before he answers, holding him close against his chest. 

"Yes. I was going to let you anyway..." Sukuna curls in close, oddly still.

He won't admit that he was scared. He's too old for that now. But he hears Gojo's kimono rip where his little hands ball into fists and his claws accidentally rip through. Sukuna buries his face in and doesn't say anything else.

Once they exit the shrine, Gojo throws a fireball against the wooden stairs. It catches fire quickly, causing the wet wood to hiss before cracking under the pressure.

“I’ll find that creep and kill him.” Gojo promises. The two watch as the shrine collapses, black smoke billowing from the wreckage.

Sukuna watches silently. Once the wood is mostly burned, and the smell is ash instead of burnt rot, Sukuna speaks. "He found my mom and killed her. She was looking for me."

Gojo is quiet for a few more moments as he processes. It’s been more than 2 years since Sukuna wandered into his shrine, he had almost forgotten he had a mother. What would have happened if she found Sukuna? Did she love him like Gojo does? Would Sukuna have chosen her? Even losing Sukuna for a few hours filled him with dread.

“How do you feel about that?” Gojo asks quietly as he begins walking back.

"I dunno. But I still don't remember her. So I'm not sad. I was sad when he said you weren't coming to get me. He said you'd forget me."

“That would never happen. I came as fast as I could.” While Gojo’s relieved Sukuna wasn’t injured, the idea that Kenjaku touched him makes his skin crawl. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” 

"I won't leave the protective barrier without you again." Sukuna promises, only sulking a little bit. He just wanted to surprise Gojo with their favourite treat.

"Do you think other creatures like him are going to try anything? I don't think I'm that important..."

“I told you before, you’re a marvel. You’re one of a kind, and it’s bound to get noticed. But I won’t let them try. Didn’t you see how cool I was back there?”

"You were okay I guess." Sukuna smiles and nuzzles in. It feels normal again. "He didn't touch me by the way. I just knew it would make you hurt him more."

“Just okay?” Gojo’s mouth falls agape. “Well it worked. I just wish I got to hurt him more, whether or not he touched you. He still deserved it.”

The sun is setting as they walk through the valley, casting an orange glow on the rolling hills. The walk is long, and tiring, but still Gojo doesn’t let go of Sukuna. 

Sukuna doesn't want to boost Gojo's ego, but he did look pretty cool. "You won't let anyone come between us again, right?" Once Sukuna's more powerful, he'll take care of both of them, but until then, Gojo has to do it. "But you're not allowed to pee on me again."

“Never.” Gojo proclaims and squeezes onto Sukuna. “And aw come on! It kept you safe for years, but it’s probably worn off now. What if I let you pee on me too?” He asks a little too eagerly. 

"No."

Gojo sighs, defeated again. “Whatever.” 

The lights of the town are finally coming into view. “Do you still want crepes?”

"They were for you..." Sukuna sulks, "and if you bring me into town, let me walk, this is embarrassing. And you're covered in blood."

“Embarrassing?!” Gojo sulks but lets Sukuna down anyways. The little fox has grown, both physically and mentally. However, today served as a reminder that he’s still dependent on Gojo, and will be for some time. 

Gojo looks down at the blood on his kimono and frowns. “Am I scary looking?”

"Not to me, but you do look and smell gross." Sukuna points out the grave rot that clings to both of them still.

“I’ll bathe afterwards, it’s fine. I think we both deserve crepes after what happened.” Gojo pauses to disguise himself, ears and tails disappearing in a flash of smoke. “Now I just look like some regular old dirty human.” He confidently walks into town, arms folded across his chest like royalty. 

Sukuna disguises himself and follows along after him with a sigh. "I don't think anything about you looks regular . You have snow white hair, and beautiful eyes."

Gojo looks down at Sukuna, blinking slowly to flash his magnificent blue eyes. “Beautiful you say?”

Sukuna snorts and takes his hand, dragging him toward the shop. "Come on. We have eternity to talk about your pretty eyes, don't waste time now." He's smiling though, finally relaxing again. 

Everything's back to normal, exactly as it should be.

Chapter Text

It’s been many years since the little fox wandered into Gojo Satoru’s shrine and changed his world forever. 

Beforehand, he was a loner, having no need for close companions. Gojo was like an untouchable god, unrivaled in a strength that separated him from others. He was feared, misunderstood, and generally avoided.

Now, the strongest kitsune finds himself cooking with an apron on for a spoiled and not-so-little fox, humming happily like a domestic house husband. 

It’s a special occasion, the 90th anniversary of the night they met, and what Gojo has deemed Sukuna’s 99th birthday.

“Sukuna ~” he sings. “Dinner’s ready!”

Sukuna steps into the doorway, leaning on it with his arms crossed. He has a small smirk. "Are you going to hunt a fresh liver for me too, love? It won't be a complete meal without dessert."

He walks in, and sits. The arrogance of his childhood has grown into calm confidence and he watches Gojo plate things for them.

"What else do you have planned for me anyway?" He's not one to skimp out on something he deems important.

Gojo peaks at Sukuna with a smile. “I got some this morning, don’t tell me you need them fresher than that. Besides, I also got dessert.”

He proudly sets the plates on the table and lights a candle. It’s an elegant meal of wagyu steak with sautéed mushrooms and roasted vegetables. Alongside the plates he opens a bottle of high grade sake and pours two cups. 

"You know, I would have enjoyed cup noodles and tea just as much, right?" Sukuna looks vaguely amused as Gojo settles, their meal perfectly placed. Before Gojo can speak, Sukuna continues, "And I know you're going to say that I deserve the best. You're little marvel needs to be pampered, hm?"

“We can have cup noodles any night. Let me have this. It’s the last year of your youth.” Gojo sighs dramatically, as he holds up his cup for a toast. “My little marvel is all grown up now.”

"Youth? Right." Sukuna laughs, raising to toast with him. "Delusional." He sounds fond as he takes his cup back and sips. He doesn't spit it out this time. 

He starts to eat, "What did you get for dessert?"

“You’ll always be youthful to me.” Gojo smiles down at him. Sukuna’s grown so much, hardly the little boy from before. While he desires an equal in his strength, a true companion, he’ll miss how dependent Sukuna has been on him all these years. 

Gojo cuts into his steak, pleased at the perfect amount of pink in the center. “Already looking forward to dessert, hm? It's just a cheesecake, but with 99 candles naturally.”

"You're kidding." Sukuna deadpans, taking his own meticulous bites. "You did not seriously put 99 candles on a cake. Especially a cheesecake." His ears are angled back as he gives Gojo a withering stare.

“Of course I did. But you can only get it once you eat your steak.” Gojo’s tails sway as he eats. He stares at Sukuna dreamily, cheeks flushing from the few sips of sake. “Maybe I’ll make you light them all to practice your foxfire.”

"I don't need to practice, Satoru. If I light them all, it's going to set the shrine on fire." Sukuna sighs. "Inferno on a damn cheesecake. You know they sell candles with numbers on them right? Then the top of the cake wouldn't get mangled."

Gojo pouts. “But I like how many there are, one for each wonderful year with you.” He rolls his eyes playfully but a small smile creeps on his face despite it. 

"Mm." Sukuna doesn't continue to argue with him and instead has a few more bites. "I had an idea of something I'd like to do tonight." Something for Gojo, but he'll mask it as his own to get away with it. "Since it's my last year as a 'youth'."

Gojo’s ears perk up, intrigued. “Tell me more.” 

"I want you to scent me again. Like you did in the beginning." Sukuna leaves the rest for Gojo to remember as he puts a piece of perfectly cooked meat in his mouth.

“Really?!” Gojo’s fork falls from his hands, metal echoing on the plate. This is not what he expected and his tails wag excitedly behind him. He clears his throat, trying to act cool, but failing. “Yeah, it’s worn off by now. Gotta keep it fresh… you’re still young after all, for another year at least…”. 

"You aren't fooling anyone with trying to act cool. Just be excited." Sukuna looks amused. Though it's exactly what he had been hoping for. He had figured that Satoru liked doing it. That it wasn't just about scenting him. Sukuna's curious to see if he likes it more now too. He certainly likes how interested Gojo is in it.

If he likes it, he'll just get him to keep doing it.

"After cake, we can go to the tub." Sukuna hums, drinking more sake. "So have lots of water too."

Gojo clears his throat and picks his fork up to eat quickly. “Okay yeah, I'm excited. I didn’t realize you were into it. You really want my pi- scent for your birthday present?” He got him other gifts too, of course, but he’s never grown tired of spoiling his little kitsune. 

"Don't say it like that. It's not my birthday present . It's just something I want to try again. I didn't know if I liked it or not back then." He wasn't old enough to understand it. Sukuna sighs heavily at him. "You're really predictable, Satoru." Sukuna smirks, tail wagging behind him.

“Am I?” Gojo asks, amused. He refills his cup and takes a hearty sip. “Would you want to scent me too and claim me after all these years? You’ve always said you were gonna protect me, I haven’t forgotten.”

Sukuna raises both eyebrows and looks thoughtful. "I didn't think you'd let me. My scent won't scare anything off, y'know. We can just say it's because you're kinky at that point." Sukuna snorts a laugh as he takes his last bite.

Gojo can’t help but laugh. “Got me there.” He finishes the rest of his meal, relishing in the taste. Definitely one of his finer meals. 

“Ready for your cake?”

"Don't you dare light the candles. I legitimately can't blow them out if you do." Sukuna lets Gojo take the plates, staying seated. He knows that Gojo likes pampering him. "But you can show me the disaster, then cut a slice and light the ones on my single piece."

“I’ll help ~” Gojo rushes to the kitchen. Decorated on the cake are tightly packed candles covering most of the surface area. It’s a bit ridiculous, but that doesn’t stop Gojo from lighting each one. All 99. With a huge grin, he steps out with the cheesecake and places it before Sukuna. “Blow and make a wish!”

Sukuna stares at the inferno with a blank expression. "If I blow on it, like a campfire, it'll just get bigger. Because now it's 1 huge flame, and not 99 little ones. I told you."

“Your little lungs just aren’t big enough yet! We gotta do it quick, or wax is gonna get all over the cake.” Gojo hovers above Sukuna’s shoulder, leaning over the flames. “Ready? Don’t forget to make a wish.” He takes a big inhale and looks at Sukuna. 

Sukuna lifts a hand and uses his magic to extinguish all the flames. The fire rises and lights above one of his fingers. He blows it out like a candle. "There."

Gojo exhales uselessly. “Beautiful. I don’t know why you were acting like you couldn’t.” He presses a sweet kiss to the side of Sukuna’s head before cutting two pieces of cake.

Sukuna purrs at the kiss softly and watches. He doesn't bother to argue about the candles anymore. "The cake is going to look pox marked." There's so many candles it's ridiculous.

“It should still taste good, I hope. I made it myself.” Gojo sits across from Sukuna but waits for him to take the first bite. “What did you wish for?”

"I'm not supposed to tell you what I wished for, or else it won't come true." Sukuna plucks out all of the candles from his piece. Then he takes the first bite. "It's good." Even if it wasn't, Sukuna couldn't tell him that when he's so excited and hopeful. Sukuna can't be that mean.

“Yeah?” Gojo takes a spoonful of cake and hums happily. It’s pretty good, but not as good as the cakes he gets in town. “It was made with love.”

Sukuna looks pleased and hums along with him. "I know. It's why you had me out of the house all day." He looks amused. "What presents did you get me, love? Are you going to show me after the tub?"

“You’ll see, they’re wrapped in the bedroom.” 

Gojo’s heart is pounding in his chest when Sukuna mentions the tub again. He recalls vividly how the little fox looked naked and sprawled as Gojo marked him. Soiled him, really. He’s never done it since, never thought Sukuna would want it again. “Let’s do it after the tub.”

"Are you already hard? It'll be hard to piss if you are." Sukuna comments with a snort as he eats more of his cake.

“Hard not to be.” Gojo admits. He takes a breath and focuses on his cake. He lasts about 20 seconds before he’s thinking about it again. “What prompted this? Are there other things you wanna do that you haven’t told me?”

"I thought about one other thing, yeah. But I don't know if I should be telling you right now. You're going to struggle so bad in the tub." Sukuna smiles, pleased that Gojo is having a hard time. He makes sure his tone is more sultry than usual, purring at him as he speaks. "You just want to take care of me, right?"

The kitsune crosses his legs, adding pressure to his half-hard cock. The cake tastes especially rich on his tongue as he imagines what Sukuna could mean. He shouldn’t, but he can’t help it, not when the little fox is purring, filling him with an insatiable lust that’s only gotten stronger over the years.

Gojo swallows the rest of his cake and his voice lowers. “I do, always. But especially tonight.”

"I know love. I'll let you take care of me. You do such a good job of it, so I'll be satisfied." Sukuna finishes his slice and watches Gojo carefully. "I'll meet you in the bathroom?" He stands smoothly and flicks out his sleeves as he straightens his back.

Gojo nods, “I want to undress you. Wait for me.” 

Before clearing the table, he takes a moment to sip his sake and collect himself. Then he stacks the dishes in the sink for later and heads to the bathroom. 

Sukuna's waiting for him, slipping off his shoes as Gojo comes in. "Are you going to pamper me before you drench me? If you touch me enough, I'll be hard when you do." He's been egging Gojo on for the past half hour at least, and it's fun, especially when he seems so excited for it to happen again.

Gojo smiles from the doorway, “You wouldn’t get hard just from my piss alone? Doubt it.” He shuts the door behind him and comes closer. Leaning down, he cups Sukuna’s face in his hand and presses their lips together. “But I do want to pamper you.”

"Maybe I'll like it this time." Sukuna mumbles against his lips, kissing him again, and then once more. "Leave it to you to go above and beyond for something as simple as an anniversary." His ears are perked forward though, alert, and betraying his interest.

“It’s not simple.” In between kisses, Gojo’s hands lower to untie Sukuna’s obi belt. It falls onto the tile, making his kimono hang loose on his frame. “It’s important and a good excuse to treat you like you deserve.”

"It's not even my 100th, you're going to make a big deal next year too. I know it." Sukuna can't stop giving him little kisses even as he spreads his arms to help Gojo shed his layers. "You care not for your own birthdays, but mine ..." He sighs softly at the gentle touches.

“I will.” Gojo promises as he slides his hand onto Sukuna’s shoulders to remove his layers. He uncrosses the folds, exposing Sukuna’s chest. “I’ve had too many birthdays, I don’t even remember how many at this point. But yours, every year, is special to me.” Gojo leans in to kiss along his clavicle as he slowly undresses the boy. 

"You're a sap." Sukuna sounds fond even if he tries to be exasperated. His head angles and gives Gojo more room. His lips are soft and Sukuna moans. "What did I say all those years ago? We'll be together until we die? You'll have to celebrate so many birthdays. You're going to run out of gifts eventually."

“You’ve never been easily satisfied, always so greedy and demanding of more. It suits you, the fine silks, and jewels I’ve adorned you with over the years.” Gojo slips off the final layer, leaving Sukuna exposed before him.

Gojo lowers his mouth along Sukuna’s sternum, peppering him with kisses down his chest. He’s still thin, but he’s growing, more like a teen or young adult nowadays. “Are you asking me to stop spoiling you? I won’t.” 

"I'd never ask that." Sukuna puts both hands in his hair as he moves down. "It's working, I'll be hard when you get me in the tub. Unless you get carried away and suck me dry before you even have the chance." He grins and sighs pleasantly. "Will you fuck me before you wash me off?"

“ Fuck. Yeah, I will.” The way Sukuna is talking is sending the blood straight to his cock. It’ll be difficult to pee if he’s hard, so he has to stop. Gojo lifts away from his skin and stands up. “Get in the tub.”

That makes Sukuna snort, amused. "You're so predictable." But he steps over the edge of the tub and lays back for Gojo. He spreads himself out as a nice canvas and his half-hard dick lays against his hip. "If you want my face, warn me beforehand."

Gojo stands over the tub and admires Sukuna as he lays there. He looks so pure and untainted surrounded by the porcelain. 

As he stares, Gojo opens the front of his own kimono, letting it drape loose on his shoulders without removing it entirely. There’s something erotic about staying dressed as he soils the boy’s naked body. 

He's not really soft, and looking at Sukuna willingly presenting himself isn’t helping. With a deep breath, he wraps a hand around his cock. “Are you ready?”

"Of course. I want you to mark me. Cover me and claim me, Gojo Satoru. I'm yours." Sukuna's eyes train on his cock and he arches his body for him, prepared for the hot liquid to splash on him.

He's a bit nervous, but he makes sure to hide it.

Despite himself, Gojo’s cock twitches in response. He feels his urethra contracting as the blood flows into his shaft. Try as he might, it won’t come out. He can’t pee.

With a shuddering exhale, Gojo looks up towards the ceiling hoping to distract himself. “One sec…”

Sukuna laughs under his breath. "Told you. Too horny. You can do it." The end is more of a condescending encouragement than anything sincere.

“Don’t mock me, it’s your fault.” Gojo’s brow furrows and he feels sweat beading on his forehead. It’s like the pee is held against a dam, and the more he thinks about it the harder it feels. “I got this…”

Sukuna quiets, smiling fondly. He doesn't say anything else, but he purrs and the tip of his tail twitches in excitement.

Gojo inhales sharply, and on the exhale a splash of pee spills out. He gasps in pleasure from the sweet relief as he begins draining himself onto Sukuna’s chest.

Sukuna startles slightly, but then he's smiling. It's hot as it lands on him, dripping and tricking down and under him. It runs down his stomach and back from how he's reclined. 

"So good... Beautiful. Just like that, my love." Sukuna praises, arching his hips to try to encourage him to aim there.

Gojo finally looks at Sukuna again, and when he sees the piss running down his chest, he whimpers. “Sukuna…” He angles the stream to spill onto the boy’s hips and onto his cock.

"You're covering me so well, Satoru. Everyone will know I'm yours." His cock twitches under the stream and he moans lewdly, playing it up a little bit for Gojo's benefit. He likes seeing Gojo lose himself like this, so it's a good present.

“Oh my god, do you really like it?” Gojo’s transfixed, watching Sukuna as he empties himself all over him. “You look so good like this. Can I cum on you too?”

"Don't you want to fuck me?" Sukuna doesn't answer the first part, not quite sure what to say. He likes how much Gojo likes it, and the way he's so wanton about it. "If you can cum twice, go ahead. I'll let you. "

“I do.” Gojo gasps and shakes out the last few drops from his quickly swelling cock. His hand stays wrapped around his length, blue eyes locked on the soiled fox in the tub. “Will you prep yourself for me? I wanna watch.” 

"Covered in your piss." Sukuna hums as he spreads his legs and spits on his fingers. "Maybe some will get inside me." He hopes that gets to him as he snakes his hand between his thighs. His finger circles his rim and when he breaches, his mouth falls open on a soft sigh.

The bathroom reeks of piss as it trickles down the boy’s body and gathers around him. “Yeah. I could always give you more…” Gojo murmurs as he strokes himself shamelessly. “I like when you’re covered in my scent, so everyone knows you belong to me.”

"No one will come near me. I'm only yours, and everyone will know." Sukuna pumps his finger in deeper with a soft moan. He puts a second one in quickly, spreading himself instead of trying to bring pleasure.

Gojo has opened the boy countless times, but never before has he watched like this. Sukuna looks so beautiful as he spreads himself, it’s hard not to take him here and now. His cock throbs in his grasp as he pumps himself more earnestly. “Do you think just taking those little fingers will stretch you enough for me?”

"I've taken you with no prep before, Satoru. I know you like the squeeze." Sukuna bites his lip as he presses deeper and finds his prostate expertly. He moans and arches, showing off for Gojo as he pets his other hand down his body. It catches some of the drops of piss trapped in the dip of his stomach. He wraps his hand around his cock and plays with the tip. His eyes flutter shut and he moans genuinely at the touches. "I- oh , I need it, love."

It’s almost embarrassing how Sukuna’s words burn through Gojo, bringing him so close to release already. He watches, enraptured, how the boy arches for him, soiled as he opens himself. Piss streams from his thin frame and pools underneath in the tub. It’s obscene, and Gojo moans, cock twitching and painfully hard, “What was the other thing you had in mind?”

Sukuna shudders as he strokes himself. He almost denies him, to make him work for the answer, but then he breaks as he watches Gojo pump himself. "I want to spank you. I want to put you over my knee when you make me angry, and I want you to cry as you beg for forgiveness."

“You want to what …?!” Gojo practically collapses forward, stroking himself hard and fast. Squinting his eyes shut, he imagines the feeling of Sukuna’s hand across his cheeks. How good it would hurt to feel the weight of Sukuna’s resentment and anger crashing down. He knows he deserves it, and the excitement is overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Sukuna I -… please .” With a gasp and a shuddered moan, Gojo spills onto the boy, mixing his seed with his piss on Sukuna’s chest. 

Sukuna purrs and slows his hands down, pulling his fingers out of himself. He reaches that hand up and commands his lover, "Suck. I'll do it tonight, just let me wash first. I want to get you hard again, and you'll like it, won't you?"

Gojo’s eyes open partially and he looks down at Sukuna with a grin. Without hesitation, the strongest kitsune kneels beside the tub. The pungent scent of piss is strong as he leans in close to take Sukuna’s hand. Almost reverently he kisses along each of his fingers. “I will,” Gojo assures as he takes two of Sukuna’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue between them as he begins to suck.

Sukuna sits up and gives Gojo a leisurely smile. "Good boy." It's a new term for him, and Sukuna hopes he likes it. He seems like he will. He's so desperate to make Sukuna happy, and being rewarded for it will be like a drug for him. Hopefully. 

With Gojo's tongue between his fingers, Sukuna thrusts them shallowly. "Let me wash off, and go to the bedroom to wait."

Gojo’s eyes flutter and he hums approvingly at the praise. Sukuna has never been like this before, and it’s fresh and exciting. Gojo releases with a wet gasp, spit connecting his lips to Sukuna’s fingers. “See you in there ~” he sings before standing up. He takes one last look at the soiled fox before heading to the bedroom to wait. 

Sukuna takes a deep breath and then washes himself off. He warms the water so that he doesn't shock away his erection, but he doesn't do a full soapy wash. Just a rinse, so that Satoru can still smell himself strongly on him.

Sukuna stands and dries himself with a flick of his hand. The flames of his magic spread over his skin just enough to dry him and then it whisks away.

Then he walks into the bedroom. He smiles, wearing his own robes loosely. They're open in the front, baring his chest, and dick as he practically prowls over to Gojo. When he's close enough, he drops to one knee and props the other up. "Bare yourself, and come here."

Gojo does as he’s told and slides his kimono off both shoulders to fall at his feet. His tails sway behind him as he saunters over to Sukuna. “How do you want me?”

"Over my knee, keep your tails out of my way." Sukuna looks pleased when he pats his thigh and knee like he would to beckon a child. "You want to be good for me for my birthday right?"

No one has ever dared to speak to him like this, and it makes Gojo feel giddy. He leans over Sukuna’s knee, raising his tails to expose the pale globes of his ass. “Will punishing me make you feel good?”

"I hope so. And even if it doesn't, I won't stop, because I want you to feel it." Sukuna sounds thoughtful as he inspects Gojo's ass. He touches him lightly and caresses down to his thighs. "I don't have to go easy on you, right, love?"

That makes Gojo shudder slightly. “Then make me feel it. I’d be offended if you went easy on me.”

"And we can't have that." Right as his sentence ends, Sukuna raises his hand and brings it down in a sharp slap on Gojo's ass. He feels an overwhelming sense of bliss wash through him, and he hits the older fox again.

“Oh, fuck .” Gojo chokes out as hot pain is seared onto his skin from the force of Sukuna’s slap. It travels through him, making him jolt on the boy’s knee. It’s as humiliating as it is painful, but more than anything it’s exhilarating. “Come on, don’t hold back.”

The younger fox 'tsk's and he spanks him harder, and keeps doing it, alternating ass cheeks. He makes the right one burn a pretty pink, and then the left. And once they start to glow red, he hits him harder. It feels good to punish him.

Sukuna isn't sure why he wants to punish Gojo, but he knows that he feels better and almost cathartic as he does it.

Gojo can feel the anger in Sukuna’s slaps, and as the pain soars he thinks of all the reasons why. He recalls the uncertainty, and the tears when Sukuna was young. How he had his way with the boy despite it, countless times. 

Gojo always knew it was wrong even if he was never forceful. He justified himself because he protected Sukuna, and loved him. 

Tears prick in his blue eyes and he murmurs towards the ground, “I’m sorry, Sukuna, please forgive me. ”

"Shh." Sukuna kisses his teeth as he rubs a hand against the hot skin. His other hand takes hold of the base of his tails. He pulls slightly, and with that he spanks him harder. "You're sorry ?"

The layer of comfort is torn off of them for a moment, and Sukuna doesn't know how to feel. He loves Gojo, but he wants nothing more than to make him hurt right now. He doesn't know why . Why is this the only thing he knows?

For the first time in countless years, tears break and fall from Gojo’s eyes. His voice is hoarse, and broken as he whispers, “Yes, I am. So very sorry.”

Stronger than the physical pain, is the overwhelming realization of how much he deserves this. Despite it, his cock twitches to life against Sukuna’s knee, throbbing with a traitorous need as he’s debased on top of the little fox. “Let it all out, hurt me as much as you need. I want it.”

"Don't tell me what to do." Sukuna practically growls with a smack hard enough that his own palm stings. He likes the tears and he wonders if this is how Gojo felt when he used to make Sukuna cry.

Gojo grits his teeth and bears it. He doesn’t say anything more, focused entirely on the stinging pain pulsing through his body. The only sounds he makes are whimpers and sniffles as he tries to hold back his tears. It’s futile, as once they’ve started, he can’t seem to hold them back. 

Sukuna tugs on his tails, he spanks the soft skin of the crease of his thigh, and he even slaps his taint, fingers just grazing his balls. 

After a few minutes, his vision is blurry and he touches his own cheek and it comes away wet. He furrows his brow, not sure why he's crying while doing this. How silly.

He stops spanking Gojo though, leaning down after wiping his eyes with his sleeve. They're still shiny, but none fall. He kisses up Gojo's back and pulls him up into the kisses, sweet and tender compared to the hits.

"It's my birthday, and I want you to mount me from behind this time, okay?" He doesn't want Gojo to see his red rimmed eyes. It'd ruin the mood.

Gojo lays there on Sukuna’s knee, red and abused skin bare to witness. His breath is shaky as he processes the moment, sniffling away the tears as he gathers his composure. His cheeks are throbbing from the pain but the kisses are soothing.

“You really did a number on me,” Gojo laughs lightly as he climbs off Sukuna. “I need a sec. Can I have a kiss first?”

Sukuna feels a bit of panic, wanting to hide away. But he knows that Gojo will make a big deal if he doesn't give him a kiss. It'll be obvious that something is wrong.

The young fox takes Gojo's cheeks, forcing him to turn and them both to land on their knees. He keeps his own red eyes downcast as he presses their lips together, hoping that Gojo doesn't notice.

Gojo does notice, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he kisses Sukuna's cheeks and under his eyes. “Listen…” The blue of his eyes are sharper when stained with tears as he looks into Sukuna’s vibrant rubies. “You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sukuna, but I haven’t treated you as well as you deserve. I know I can be selfish and an idiot, and I don’t really deserve your forgiveness, but I hope I can make things right by you. Please let me spend the rest of my days making up for this.”

Sukuna looks startled, mesmerized by the way Gojo's eyes look after tears. He's never seen it before. With this promise, he'll probably see it again, and he hopes they can balance out the last 90 years. They'll make up for all that time.

"Until we die."