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A gentle breeze caresses a humble temple by the foothills in a secluded part of the Tama hills. The now browning vegetation sheds its autumn foliage in preparation for a serene winter. Prayers echo from the prayer hall of the establishment, the stirring, resinous scent of incense diffusing into the environment. 

A disguised priest walks the scantily insulated hall of his humble shrine, a shiver running down his spine as he feels the chill air through his robes.

“What a long day we’ve had.” Geto Suguru stretches his arms above his head, very unbecoming for a cultured priest.

“But our hard work certainly paid off Geto-sama.” Manami, his PA smiles gently. “We’ve managed to gather enough funds to finance at least 3 months of activity.”

“Certainly, a cause for celebration.” A mild smile graces his own lips, albeit a bittersweet one.

“The girls are asleep so I can close the place down and get you some of the sake that was sent from Nada.” Manami offers kindly. “You can relax in the private bath I prepared for a while.”

Suguru closes his eyes and breathes deeply, the scent of dried leaves mixed with woody incense tickling his nose pleasantly. He hums appreciatively, directly walking to the bathing area as Manami runs off to get the sake.

The humid air hits him as soon as he slides open the shoji to the open bath. He makes quick work of disrobing, slipping into the water after testing it with his toes, his tense muscles relaxing instantly as he melts into the water.

“Here’s your sake, Geto-sama. I’ll be retiring for the night.” Manami walks in after a while with some warm sake and a small, antique porcelain cup and a clean yukata.

“Thank you Manami. Good night.”, Suguru smiles up at her warmly, which she returns before excusing herself politely.

Suguru closes his eyes and drifts off for a while, letting his long ebony hair soak in the water. He dives under the water, childishly challenging himself to see if he can last longer underwater. He floats back up in less than 30 seconds and puffs a laugh, using his hands to wipe away the water on his face and brush his hair back.

He settles back at an edge of the bath, his strong arms on either side as he gulps a cup of sake, the warmth pleasantly spreading across his chest. He smiles happily, fixing his gaze on a stray brown leaf that dances in the wind briefly before settling on the water in front of him. He picks the leaf up delicately, appreciating the browns and yellows painted across so perfectly.

Suguru gulps another cup of sake, and another, but stills soon after, sensing something ominous. He frowns deeply, eyes darting across the perimeter. He closes his eyes to concentrate on his curses that he’d placed around the border of the temple. Nothing there.

From within the building!

His eyes widen considerably as he scrambles around to get up, the leaf he was admiring washed away, neglected. He conjures up a low-grade curse he usually used for signalling and sends it away with a message to warn Manami and the others.

Code red. Evacuate. Go without me.

Soon enough everyone seems to have evacuated from the building. The drills they so often practiced certainly coming to fruition.

Suguru gets out of the private bath and gathers his hair, squeezing the excess water before roughly tightening the yukata around his still wet body, making the thin fabric cling to his skin wetly, the coarse fabric rubbing against his now erect nipples oddly.

No time to complain. He reprimands himself, using one hand to brush the hair sticking to his face and neck to the side, his visage still wet, while the other gathers the fabric near his thighs so he doesn’t trip.

He quickly rushes down the hallway to the source of the disturbance, his geta clicking against the wooden floors, the sound echoing across the now desolate place. He clicks his tongue when he notices the now wet yukata clinging onto his waist and ass uncomfortably, it would be disastrous to get caught in such a state.

He finally reaches the epicentre of disturbance, ironically, his large bedroom. He huffs for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath before jumping in to face whatever it is. His face is flushed a vibrant shade of red, his wet hair in disarray with droplets still dripping onto his bronze skin, and breath uneven when he reluctantly places his shaking hand over the handle of the sliding door to his bedroom.

He gnaws at his bottom lip when he finds the room almost entirely dark, the overwhelming cursed energy swirling about makes him tense. He steps inside, trying to make his way to the switchboard at the other end when he crashes into what he thinks is a wooden board before he looks up to find glowing blue eyes watching his every move.

He gulps, and he breathes an unsure, “S-Sa-Satoru?”

His breath quickens as he puts some distance between them, backing away only to crash into another tall body behind him. He gasps when two arms hug his torso, setting off his instincts to wrestle away from the grip, only to find out how futile it was. His heart drops as he feels the strong, muscular arms gripping him tightly.

“L-Let go!” He scowls.

“Not so soon sweetie.” The warm voice of his best friend stills him effectively.

His head races with thoughts as he tries to make sense of his situation right now. Did he by chance end up suffocating and drowning in the bath? The sake he drank earlier doesn’t help the situation, he wasn’t the type to get drunk easily, but the circumstances piling up have made him go in a frenzy of thoughts and emotions.

“W-What’s going on?”, he asks, his voice shaking, ready to conjure up every curse in his arsenal.

Two warm hands hold his face delicately, lovingly, as the thumbs trace over his high cheekbones soothingly. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.” The voice coos, making him swoon involuntarily.

“Suguru. So, this is how you look when you grow up.” An adolescent voice fills him with longing. “You look so b-beautiful.” The teen voice softens and Suguru feels his breath next to his cheek, a pair of lips planting a soft kiss there.

“H-Hey!”, Suguru’s struggle begins again but stops when the light is turned on.

“At least turn the lights on first. He can’t see a thing.” Another voice, unmistakably of Satoru’s, comes from next to the switchboard where Suguru had originally planned to go towards.

He winces as his eyes slowly adjust to his surroundings. He blinks, trying to focus on the figures ahead—and his eyes widen in shock as he realizes there are three Satorus standing before him! He gasps again when he feels the arms around him tighten slightly, as if begging for his attention.

Another one?! 4 Satorus?!

Suguru’s head starts to spin, heart thudding erratically. He’s in no state of mind to deal with this. This must be a dream. Yea, a cruel trick one of his curses is playing on him.

“Oh my. Right out of a bath, are we?” A Satoru who looks like he’s older than him smiles from behind, feeling the wet fabric hugging his waist, making Suguru gasp slightly.

“Why are there four of you? W-What’s going on?”, Suguru’s eyes dart across the room.

“We’ve no clue either Suguru-san.” A teen Satoru looks at him sadly.

“Hmph. You must’ve conjured up something for attention again.” A Satoru who looks slightly younger sneers.

“Hey. Don’t be rude to Suguru. He wouldn’t do something like this.” A Satoru who looks around the same age as him chides the other. “There seems to be an altercation.”

“Well, if this is the same year that I think it is, then I’m Satoru from 3 years in the future.” The Satoru from behind him states, the compression shirt he has on isn’t helping Suguru concentrate.

“Then you must be a 26-year-old Suguru!” The kind Satoru in front of him chirps. “I’m a year from the future then.”, he smiles, but Suguru can sense a clear sadness behind those smiles.

“I’m still 19. You just left Jujutsu Tech. So, this is what you’re up to in the future.” The youngest Gojo muses as he looks around.

“And I’m 25.” The grumpy Satoru responds briefly.

Suguru is still lost in thought when the oldest Satoru (29) nuzzles into his neck, breathing deeply.

“You’re still wet.” He mumbles.

Satoru (27), caresses his cheek, his thumb sliding against Suguru’s lower lip, “You might catch a cold.”

Satoru (25) dims the lights in the room a little and teen Satoru (19) rummages around for something in the cupboard.

“What are you doing?”, Suguru manages to call out to the teen.

“Searching for some towels!”, his young voice calls back.

“Eyes here darling. I’ve been longing for your attention all this time,” Satoru (27) pouts cutely, his face incredibly close.

Suguru gives up. He doesn’t want to admit that he’d dreamt of fucking Satoru an embarrassing number of times, but this seems nice, being taken care of for once.

He gulps when their lips brush, once, twice, before Satoru (27) kisses him softly, like Suguru meant the world to him. It’s so soft, Suguru melts into the kiss, butterflies darting about in his stomach. He gasps when Satoru (29) suckles on the sensitive skin on the side of his neck, undoubtedly leaving a bright hickey there. Satoru (27), takes advantage of the moment and deepens the kiss, which has Suguru moaning, his legs turning into jelly as the only thing keeping him upright is Satoru’s (29) strong arms.

“You’ve been drinking.” Satoru (27) parts from the kiss. His nose scrunches up at the smell of sake. “But Suguru still tastes so sweet.”

“Really? Lemme try!” Satoru (29) says excitedly as he flips him around. “I’ll warm you up Suguru.”

Suguru’s heart thuds at the proximity. The oldest Satoru looks incredibly handsome, his muscles flex under Suguru’s feather light touch, it has the curse user practically drooling.

“God, you’re so pretty like this.”, Satoru (29) whispers as he flashes Suguru a toothy grin before diving in for a kiss. Suguru moans yet again when the older’s hands grope his ass roughly, deepening the kiss, almost as if he wanted to fuse their lips together. He feels his yukata being tugged to the side and pays it no heed until he feels one of the Satorus suck roughly on his nipple.

“H-Hey!”

Suguru yelps and pushes Satoru (29) to breath, blushing when he sees the older licking his lips seductively. He feels a tongue run over his perk nipple and turns his attention to the youngest Satoru (19). Suguru relishes the feel of the warm muscle and lips on his cold skin. His breath quickens when the youngest smiles at him innocently, his hand reaching for the curse user’s other nipple. “They’re so cute I couldn’t help myself Suguru-san.”

“E-Eh?  Suguru’s eyes widen, shivering a little when the top half of his yukata is disrobed by the youngest Satoru, his chest fully exposed to the chilly air around them. There are goosebumps across Suguru’s skin, his nipples standing erect. He watches Satoru (19) drooling at the sight, eyeing the nubs like they were his next meal.

“Ugh. How long are you gonna make me wait?” Satoru (25) who seems to be extremely displeased with Suguru complains.

Before Suguru can react to the teen Gojo grabbing his chest, he’s yanked by his hair to turn to the other side where Satoru (25) licks the drool running down the curse user’s chin and roughly shoves his tongue inside his mouth, his lips already abused by the other two. Suguru moans deeply when he feels the youngest Satoru bite his poor bud teasingly.

“Hey don’t be rude to him!” Satoru (27) warns the other.

It’s simply too much stimulation! With Satoru (19) abusing his poor nipples like he could milk them, Satoru (25) shoving his tongue down his throat, and Satoru (29) who decided to exploit his helplessness to leave as many hickeys and bite marks as possible on his now fully exposed neck. As if that wasn’t enough, Satoru (27) hugs him close, so close, Suguru could feel his erection through the still wet yukata clinging to his ass.

“Touch me more Suguru. You like my body like this don’t you?” Satoru (29) catches hold of his arms and brings them to his sturdy chest.

Suguru only nods weakly, having been released from Satoru’s (25) unforgiving grip.

“Aww. My beautiful, beautiful wife,” Satoru (29) breathes as he hugs Suguru close, peppering soft kisses all over his face, and the curse user’s stomach flips delightfully at all the complements being showered upon him. He’s used to attention from his followers, but this? This was something else.

“I didn’t get to kiss him yet.” Satoru (19) complains, tugging at Suguru’s arm hopefully.

“Ah. Of course.” The oldest Gojo makes Suguru turn Satoru’s (19) way as the youngest Gojo kisses Suguru on the lips softly, his inexperience and timidness evident.

It’s only now that the seriousness of it all crashes down upon Suguru. He’s already tired and they haven’t even started yet. Handling 4 horny Satorus, each with their own personality and needs, definitely isn’t going to be easy. How long will whatever this is even last for? Hours? Days? Weeks?!

Just when Suguru thinks of running away, Satoru (29) picks him up like a bride, nuzzling against his cheek lovingly. “You consent to this right Suguboo?” He asks with puppy eyes, the kind of eyes that always make Suguru feel week in the knees. Suguru’s geta fall off one by one as Satoru (29) carries him.

“You’re asking me that now?”, Suguru chuckles dryly. “What if I say no?”

The oldest Gojo stills as Satoru (25) gasps dramatically. The other two Satoru’s look at him with the same damn pleading eyes, one of them starts to fake sniffle.

“Oh, alright!” Suguru rolls his eyes, a fond smile on his lips. “Do what you wish!”

“Yay!” three of the Satorus squeal in unison, as Satoru (29) drops him on the bed.

Suguru still cannot believe all of this is real, but one look at how hot the oldest Satoru looks at the moment has him forgetting his sanity. When did Satoru work out so much?

Satoru (29) looks down at him lovingly, a warm smile on his face as he kisses the ends of a few strands of Suguru’s damp hair. “I love you so much. I could kill for you Suguru. Be my wife?”

Suguru’s mouth parts in awe. How is this Satoru so down bad for him? It warms his heart. Before Suguru can reply, the oldest is shoved aside.

“Hey, you’ve been hogging him for yourself. Move it,” Satoru (25) complains as he pushes the oldest aside.

“Alright. Let’s do this instead.” Satoru (29) who is now lying down flat on the bed flips Suguru over, seating him right on top of his groin. Suguru’s eyes widen as he feels the large length under him.

Sighs. He’s gonna have to forget how to walk for a while. Suguru feels like a ragdoll being passed around by a pack of wolves to play with. Somehow, he doesn’t have the heart to complain.

“Stop fighting. We can all share.” Satoru (27) kneels behind him and starts to card his fingers through Suguru’s damp hair. He uses a fresh towel to dry Suguru’s hair, dabbing the strands delicately and massaging his scalp.

Suguru would’ve really appreciated the massage had he not been sitting between 4 horny-ass men.

“Woah Suguru. You’re so plump down here.” Suguru yelps when Satoru (29) feels the globes of his ass again. “Can you sit on my face later? I wanna eat you out!”

Suguru blushes fiercely at everything coming out of the oldest Gojo’s mouth right now. Does the man have no filter?!

“Mommy material for sure,” Satoru (27) chuckles, planting a kiss on the back of his head.

“Whatever.” Satoru (25) rolls his eyes. “You’re still a whore begging for cock, aren’t you?” He sneers as he palms Suguru’s erection through his yukata. Suguru squeals at the treatment, his back arching into Satoru (27)

“No one calls my Suguru a whore! Not even me!” Satoru (27) glares at the younger Gojo and Suguru is confused to say the least.

“Guys! I’ve found something we can use!” Satoru (19) calls out excitedly as he rummages through Suguru’s belongings without permission, as a foreboding feeling grips Suguru.

Not that cupboard…

All of them turn to look at the youngest pull out a huge dildo and a few vibrators out, along with what looked like body tape. Suguru blushes again, he might faint with all the blood constantly rushing to his head.

The three Satorus looks at him with almost devilish smiles.

“My Suguru certainly is naughty.” Satoru (27) stops drying Suguru’s now fairly dry hair. He kisses the nape of Suguru’s neck, hands slowly undoing his shirt.

“Such a big dildo,” Satoru (29) tuts. “At least I don’t have to be worried about you not being able to take me.” The oldest smirks.

“Told ya he’s a whore. So, who helps you with that?” Satoru (25) tugs Suguru by his hair to face him.

“No one,” Suguru whimpers, scared to see a possessive side of the Satorus. He instead says something which he hopes could satisfy their egos. “S-Sometimes, I imagine doing it with you.”

Well, he shouldn’t have said that. The three freeze and Suguru has a strong feeling of trepidation that makes it hard for him to breathe. He’s fucked.

“B-Baby. You can’t just say stuff like that.” Satoru (27) breathes raggedly against his neck, eyes glowing in the dim light.

“Suguwuu~ Can I fuck you first? Please~” Satoru (29) grinds up, into him and Suguru can’t help but breathe deeply, falling back into Satoru’s (27) arms.

“Aight! Where’s the lube? It’s time to punish him for being such a slut.” Satoru (25) gets off the bed and starts rummaging through the bed side table.

“We’re gonna use all of these?” Satoru (19) asks curiously as he walks to the bed. “Suguru-san, if you have all these, do you perhaps have a curse that can make you lactate? I’ve wanted to suck on your tits ever since I saw you in that yukata.”

“T-That’s such filthy language for a 19-year-old!” Suguru squeals as he glares at the teen.

“I’m an adult!” Satoru (19) pouts. “So? Do you have one?”

“I’m interested too, actually.” Satoru (29) muses.

Suguru blushes again, his hand roaming about Satoru’s (29) torso, feeling the hard muscle. “What will I get in return?” He asks shyly.

He feels embarrassed when they start laughing. Suguru’s whine as he cutely fists Satoru’s (29) chest stops them shortly.

“The best time of your life sound good?” Satoru (27) hugs him warmly from behind. Suguru can feel the muscles of his torso rubbing against his naked back.

“You can have us for the whole weekend!” Satoru (19) says excitedly.

“We’re gonna fuck you so well, you can forget ever wanting another man’s embrace.” Satoru’s (25) thumb runs lustfully across Suguru’s lower lip.

“We’re gonna pamper you so much while we’re here Suguwuu!” Satoru (29) beams brightly. “And you can be a good wife and take care of our needs too.”

“That sound good mommy?” Satoru (27) whispers huskily into his already red ear, running his tongue over the appendage hotly, making Suguru squeal. He gropes one of his pecks and runs his thumb over a nub.

“I-I do have such a curse.” Suguru clears his throat and says in a small voice as he looks down at his fumbling hands.

“Really?” Satoru (19) asks excitedly.

Satoru (29) groans into the pillow as Satoru (27) groans against his neck. “You’re so damn sexy Suguru. I just warned you about saying stuff like that. You gotta face the consequences.”

“Wait. Why do you even have such a curse?” Satoru (25) frowns as he grabs Suguru’s face by his cheeks and glares.

“Hey! Be nice!” Satoru (19) grabs Satoru’s (25) arm and pulls it away. Satoru (27) caresses Suguru’s cheek lovingly.

“There was a pregnant woman who visited my shrine. I just happened to encounter it and decided to keep it for no particular reason.”

“Were you hoping for this to happen Suguru?” Satoru (29) asks.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Suguru says. “I think all of this is happening because of a curse.”

“We think so too,” Satoru (27) beams. “So, it would take time for us to find it and then go back to our respective presents.”

“Don’t worry Suguru-san, I’ll exorcise it before it harms you,” Satoru (19) says seriously.

Suguru smiles, softly guiding Satoru’s (19) head towards him and kissing him softly. “Thank you.”

All Satorus gaze at him in awe, making Suguru self-conscious again. “W-What is it?”

“You look so beautiful when you smile like that,” Satoru (25) mumbles. “Almost makes me wanna forgive you for leaving me.”

Suguru bites his lower lip, ignoring the comment, deep seated regret blooming within his heart afresh. “I’ll have to inform Manami to ensure we aren’t troubled for the next few days.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Satoru (27) reassures. “We’ve already sent a message on your behalf.”

Suguru decides not to question it, he concentrates on producing the curse he’s promised to the teen Satoru instead. Suguru doesn’t seem to understand his own behaviour tonight but decides to play along. It’s been a while and he has sexual needs too. He doesn’t know how long the Satorus would stay with him, but he wants to make the most of it.

Suguru gulps nervously. “T-This is it.”

All of them eye the black, smoky curse strangely as it slowly drifts towards Suguru’s chest and fuses into him.

“Is it supposed to do that?!” Satoru (25) exclaims in panic.

“Yea. I guess it’s how it works,” Suguru sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

Satoru (25) decides to go back to rummaging for lube as Satoru (27) strips completely. Suguru eyes the body fitting shirt on the oldest Satoru’s torso, his hands travelling under the hem of the shirt.

“Eager, are we?” Satoru (29) smirks, tucking a few strands of hair behind Suguru’s ear. “Help me strip sweetheart?”

Suguru nods vigorously, pushing his hands underneath the compression shirt and feeling every inch of the muscle underneath, slowly pushing the shirt upward as Satoru (29) pulls it off of him.

“The pants too please,” Satoru (29) winks at him and Suguru gets up a little to untie the knot holding his baggy pants together. Suguru helps him shuck it off and is shocked to see the outline of his large cock straining against his boxers.

“Found it!” Satoru (25) who was busy rummaging for lube exclaims. “We’ll need a lot more, though.”

“We’ll go buy it later,” Satoru (27) shrugs.

Wait. Later?

Suguru is lost in thought, by which time Satoru (29) stripped off his boxers and Satoru (27) starts to take off Suguru’s yukata completely. The oldest Gojo grips his waist and pulls him back to his earlier sitting position atop his groin while Satoru (27) reaches around to untie the obi holding Suguru’s yukata together.

“Suguru-san. Can I touch them?” The youngest Gojo eyes him shyly again.

“O-Of course,” Suguru smiles at the youngest. Its cute how he blushes and gets embarrassed about these things. Suguru grasps his hand and guides it to his chest, humming appreciatively at the warmth that spreads. “You’ll have to wait a little for what you wanted though.”

Satoru (19) grins happily, hand immediately making quick work of massaging the area.

Suguru bites his lip, embarrassed to let out any sounds. The youngest Gojo plays around with his chest as Satoru (25) spreads lube across his fingers, bending Suguru towards the oldest Satoru who kisses him eagerly. His eyes roll back when Satoru (25) uses two of his long digits to probe inside his tight hole. It’s never been this good when Suguru did it to himself, but this felt ethereal.

“Mmph- Aah!” Suguru parts from the kiss, jutting his ass out more. “S-Satoru! Right there -mph!”

This time its Satoru (27) that pulls his head to the side and kisses him, his hand groping his other peck roughly, rolling the nub between his fingers. The oldest Gojo presses his erection against Suguru’s as he uses his hand to jerk them off together. Satoru (25) doesn’t seem to stop either, finding his prostate and relentlessly prodding at the spot.

Suguru choaks on his spit, toes curling as he desperately tries to push away Satoru (27). He loses it when he feels Satoru (19) suck on his nipple deeply, and Suguru feels something flowing out of it.

“Mmph- I’m coming!” Suguru cries as he comes all over Satoru’s (29) torso and face. He’s too blissed out to be embarrassed as he falls onto Satoru’s (29) chest. That has got to be the best orgasm he’s ever had.

Suguru notices none of the others had come but decides to lay down for a while to calm down a little.

“That tasted good Suguru-san! You taste so sweet!” The youngest Gojo beams, making Suguru’s ears turn crimson.

“Yup. Sure does,” Satoru (29) smirks, gathering the drops of cum on his face and licking it off of his fingers.

Suguru gasps at the sight and nuzzles into Satoru’s (29) chest. “Please stop talking!”

“We’re not done yet baby,” Satoru (25) says as he yanks Suguru backwards by his hair, the action somehow not displeasing Suguru in the slightest. Satoru (25) kisses him roughly, tongues rubbing lewdly before he’s pushed off by Satoru (27).

“My turn!” Satoru (27) smiles. “Thanks for your hard work~”

“Hey! I’m the one who prepped him!” Satoru (25) complains.

“And I’m the oldest one here!” Satoru (29) disapproves.

“Watch me,” Satoru (27) smirks, taking Satoru’s (25) position behind Suguru and parting his ass.

Satoru (27) seemed to have lubed his dick and worn a condom, much to Suguru’s relief, as the curse user feels something cold prodding at his entrance. The man seems to be impatient given how he immediately tries to push the head into Suguru’s hole. Suguru’s eyes widen at the intrusion, nails digging into Satoru’s (29) shoulder as he tries to stifle the moans pouring out of his mouth.

“Nuh-huh. No blocking out those noises,” the oldest Gojo tuts. “Let it out beautiful.” He caresses Suguru’s cheek lovingly, gathering their dicks together and jerking them off at a steady rhythm, just enough so Suguru doesn’t cum immediately. He kisses Suguru as Satoru (27) inserts more of his length.

“So fucking tight,” Satoru (27) grits, tightening his grip on Suguru’s ass.

Just when Suguru thinks he can adjust to the length in him and relax for a moment, he feels his hair being tugged at again. Suguru is pulled out of the kiss with Satoru (29) and made to face a displeased Satoru (25).

“We all get to use you,” he simply states as he kneels, bringing out his length out of his boxers. Suguru’s eyes widen slightly and he bites his lower lip nervously. Is that the length Satoru (27) is fucking him with right now? What if he tears?

As if privy to Suguru’s dilemma, Satoru (29) brushes his cheek with the back of his hand. “Don’t worry, you can take it.”

Suguru nods reluctantly, tearing up a little when Satoru (25) tugs him towards his erection.

“You know what to do,” he grunts.

Suguru opens his mouth wide, his lack of gag reflex saving him yet again as Satoru (25) shoves his length inside his mouth, not hesitating to push his cock deeper.

“Oi! Slow down!” Satoru (29) warns Satoru (25) but the latter doesn’t seem to care.

Suguru ends up gagging around his length, choaking when Satoru (27) finally thrusts deep into his hole, hitting his prostate right in the first try. Suguru’s eyes roll back as he grips Satoru’s (29) shoulders for dear life.

“Woah! Easy there,” Satoru (25) warns when Suguru’s mouth clenches a little around the thick shaft.

Suguru swallows around the length, trying his best to suck Satoru (25) off well. He had an inexplicable need to please all four Satorus.

“Ngh Suguru,” Satoru (29) breathes, his hand clenching around their lengths as he quickens his pace.

The room is filled with low grunts and Suguru’s name rolling off as reverent chants. Saying Suguru feels overstimulated is an understatement. He cries a little, seeing stars as he sucks on Satoru’s (25) shaft roughly, drool running down his chin as the Gojo comes down his throat.

“Shit. That was sudden,” Satoru (25) brushes his hair back, keeping Suguru in place. “Swallow like a good boy.”

Suguru does as told, his own climax nearing, he pulls away, coughing a little, gasping for air.

“Shh, don’t cry honey.” Satoru (29) grabs his face and wipes away the wet streaks on his cheeks.

As if on cue, Satoru (27) fucks him harder, ass hitting against groin, the wet sounds echoing across the room make Suguru loose what little sanity he may have held. As if that wasn’t enough, Satoru (19) grabs one of Suguru’s hands to jerk himself off.

“Suguru-san, you’re leaking here,” the youngest Gojo mumbles, leaning forward to lick off the drops milk oozing out of his abused nipples. 

“I’m coming, sweetie,” Satoru (27) leans forward and growls and Suguru has to make sure he doesn’t squeeze his hand too hard lest he hurt Satoru (19).

“Same,” Satoru (19) says, kissing Suguru on the lips sweetly.

“Me too,” Satoru (29) grunts from below. “Together?” He grins up at Suguru who only has the energy left to nod weakly.

Suguru doesn’t know who comes first, he’s far too gone. He feels everything blanking out when Satoru (29) squeezes around their shafts a little harder, Satoru (19) still unwilling to let go of his chest, massages the sensitive area rather roughly, and Satoru (27) thrusts into him with a finality and holds him there. He feels Satoru (25) grab his face and kiss him hungrily as Suguru comes down from his high.

He falls onto Satoru’s (29) chest, now smeared with cum, with a small thump, retracting his hand from the youngest Gojo, looking at him with a blissed-out smile as he licks his fingers. Satoru (19) blushes fiercely at the display, biting his lip as he brushes backwards and looks away. He feels Satoru (27) pull out slowly and Satoru (25) getting off the bed.

“You were so good baby,” Satoru (27) coos, running his fingers through Suguru’s sweaty locks. “You took daddy’s cock so well.”

He feels Satoru (29) wrap his arms around snugly, hugging Suguru close and kissing his forehead. “Such a perfect little thing.”

“Thank you, Suguru-san,” Satoru (19) smiles shyly. “I hope you decide to keep the curse in there for a little longer.”

Suguru only chuckles fondly, not trusting his voice at the moment. He doesn’t think he could ever get anything like this. Four Satorus certainly were a handful, the curse user thinks, already drained. He simply didn’t have the stamina to match all for of their needs.

“Why don’t we clean-up for the night?” Satoru (25) returns from the bathroom with a few towels.

Suguru nods weakly, looking up at a beaming Satoru (29). He doesn’t want to let go of the four of them so early. He wanted to wake up in their embrace.

“S-Satoru?” Suguru lifts himself off a little. “You’ll all stay right?”

Satoru’s (29) eyes widen, a warm smile forming on his lips. “Of course, silly.”

He brushes his nose against Suguru’s kissing his lips softly, longing evident in ever tiny gesture.

“Why don’t you rest?” Satoru (27) kisses the back of his head.

“Don’t worry. We’ll clean up Suguru-san.” Satoru (19) grins, kissing the back of Suguru’s hand sweetly.

“We’re not going anywhere until we find that curse. So, sleep tight.” Satoru (25) throws a rare smile, tucking a few strands of Suguru’s hair behind his ear and kissing them.

“Good night, love,” Satoru (29) whispers into his ear and kisses it. 

“We love you.”

And for the first time in a long, long time, Suguru drifts off to sleep knowing he’s completely safe in the arms of his one and only.

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Suguru stirs awake after the long night they’d had, head throbbing because of the alcohol he’d consumed and the previous love-making session. He was afraid to wake up, fearing everything would go back to the way it was, but was relieved to still feel strong arms wrapped around him from the front and behind. He yawns, wanting to stretch his arms, but is restricted by the oldest Gojo’s embrace. He’s not fully awake when he feels something twitch inside him, effectively snapping him alert. Satoru’s (29) shaft still seems to be inside him, pressing against his lower abdomen.

As if that wasn’t enough, he looks down to find the youngest Satoru’s face nestled snugly between his pecks. He kitten licks one of Suguru’s now dark red nipples unconsciously, making Suguru gasp a little. Has he been doing this all night?  Suguru wonders, almost moaning when Satoru (19) takes the poor nub into his mouth and starts suckling. There's nothing left in there!  He’d milked Suguru dry the previous day, and Suguru knew his body needed rest.

The younger doesn’t seem to give up, using his hand to prod at the supple flesh, massaging it relentlessly. Suguru’s seriously worried about Satoru’s (19) mental state about having such a strange kink, but doesn’t want to judge. None of this is normal after all, and he isn’t complaining either.

Suguru tries to move his hips away, only to be snapped back in place by Satoru (29). He has to bite his hand to not let a moan escape. His eyes roll back as he feels something flow out of his breast, and a warm, fuzzy feeling spreads across his bosom. Satoru (19) did seem to successfully milk something out, tongue rolling the nub as he sucks harshly, leaving kisses after, still unconcious.

“Sah-toru!” He gasps, trying to reach behind him to stop the oldest from rolling his hips. “P-Please!” He chokes helplessly when Satoru’s (29) hand reaches forward to press the bulge in Suguru’s lower abdomen, making the curse user see stars as he comes shortly.

“Suguru-san?” Satoru (19) stirs awake, snuggling into Suguru’s bosom as he looks up, white bangs covering his bright blue eyes partially. “Good morning!” He beams happily despite Suguru releasing on his torso. Suguru takes a few seconds to respond, eyes refocusing on the younger.

“I’m sorry about that,” Suguru whispers and bites his lip, looking at the mess he’s made. He brushes Satoru’s (19) pristine white locks behind lovingly, cradling his face.

“This? You don’t have to apologise,” Satoru (19) starts to sit up. “I think I should be the one doing that…” He trails off, eyeing the hickeys, bite marks and the state Suguru’s chest was left in. The silk wrap around night robe they’d dressed the curse user in pools around his waist and rides up his smooth thighs, rubbing sensually against his bruised skin every time he moves.

Suguru shakes his head slowly, smiling up at the younger. “Good morning.”

Satoru (19) stares for a few seconds at the way Suguru is looking up at him, lips slightly swollen and eyes warm and inviting. His long ebony hair is strewn across their bodies, some of the strands sticking to his face because of the sweat.

The youngest Satoru leans down and whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

Suguru is taken aback but doesn’t tease, humming back, “Of course.”

The raven head holds his arms open and chuckles when Satoru (19) dives into his embrace. He kisses Suguru’s lips softly, almost scared of making a mistake, moving their lips together unsurely. He runs his tongue over the curse user’s bottom lip, asking for permission, which the older readily grants. Suguru suppresses a smile when Satoru (19) whimpers into his mouth, deepening the kiss a little before parting with an abominable pop.

“Well, well. And here I thought I’d get the first morning kiss,” a baritone grumbles behind Suguru.

“You can get one too,” Suguru chuckles. “Right after taking your thing out of me.”

“Hmm? Suguru was moaning all sorts of profanities yesterday, so you’d think he can say the word ‘dick’ without getting embarrassed…” Satoru (29) laughs fondly.

“Keep this up and no morning kisses for you!” Suguru pouts, looking away.

“Aww. Now, don’t be like that…” Satoru (29) nuzzles into the side of his neck, breathing deeply. “I’ll be a good husband, so please ~”

“Well, if you put it like that…” Suguru smiles, turning back so he can kiss the oldest Gojo. “How can I ever say ‘no’ to you?”

Satoru (29) pulls his shaft out reluctantly, turning Suguru around so he could kiss the younger man better. He runs his hands through Suguru’s hair, tugging softly once in a while, kissing him deeply. Satoru (29) parts from the kiss as he drags Suguru’s lower lip innocuously.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Satoru says in a husky voice, touching his forehead against Suguru’s and breathing deeply.

“Morning,” Suguru whispers back. “Anything else you wanna say?”

“Ah. Thanks for the cockwarming. I’ve always wanted to try it with you.”

“Satoru!” Suguru bonks his chest, glaring at the older.

“I love the way you say my name,” Satoru (29) mumbles, pecking his lips again, kissing away Suguru’s cute pout.

Suguru smiles back and looks around. Two of the Satorus seem to be missing from the room.

“Where are the other two?” He asks Satoru (19).

“They were trying to track down that curse and slept in another room for the night. The two of us will switch places tomorrow.” The youngest Gojo pouts. “Although we don’t want to do so.”

Satoru (29) nods as Suguru sits up and ties his hair with the hairband he keeps on the bedside table, both Satorus watching him in awe. Suguru blushes, “What?”

The youngest Satoru (19) speaks up first. “Suguru-san. They keep making fun of me ‘cause I’m the youngest here…” He pouts. “Can you give me a chance so I can make you feel good too?”

Suguru’s eyes widen. He’d just had an orgasm less than 10 minutes ago, but his shaft seems to be at half-mast already after listening to Satoru (19). Suguru’s never thought of himself as the horny one. He’s learning a lot about himself, too.

“Alright. How do you want me?” Suguru asks, unsure but ready to help Satoru (19) with his insecurities.

“Really?” Satoru (19) almost jumps with excitement.

He kneels in front of Suguru as Satoru (29) slides under the curse user, making the younger plop onto his lap, facing the youngest Satoru (19). Suguru rubs against Satoru’s (29) dick teasingly earning a low growl from the oldest.

The curse user looks back up to find Satoru (19) looking at his lower half in anticipation. The silk robe he has on rides high above his thighs, revealing his strong legs. Suguru uses one hand to move aside the fabric covering his hole and shaft shyly. Before he could speak, however, Satoru (29) interrupts him.

“You don’t have to prep him. See?” Satoru (29) inserts two fingers into Suguru’s hole, stretching the tight ring of muscle in all directions as Suguru throws his head back, moaning wantonly. “All nice and ready.”

Satoru (19) watches their every move, gulping nervously and nodding his head. The youngest Gojo still seems unsure, pumping his dick a few times as he leans closer.

“Since you’re still nervous, why don’t you feel around before putting it in?” Satoru (29) advises, earning a reluctant nod from Suguru.

“Here.” Suguru takes his hand gently and guides it to his entrance. “Put them in slowly and get used to it.”

“Be gentle,” Satoru (29) says, holding Suguru snugly against his torso.

Suguru shivers as Satoru’s (19) inexperienced hands feel him, prodding his fingers against the gummy walls and feeling around.

Suguru whimpers when the oldest Gojo sitting behind him caresses his nipples, wondering out loud, “We’ll have to treat these. Let's get some band-aid and ointment after this.”

Suguru bites his lip and nods, trying to concentrate on the youngest Gojo again. He tenses and wails again when Satoru (19) reaches a particular spot.

The youngest looks up, alerted by the reaction. “This area seems softer…”

“Ah. That’s the prostate,” Satoru (29) comments, kissing Suguru’s cheek. “That’s your goal. It makes Suguru feel extremely good.”

Satoru’s (19) lips form an ‘o’ as he nods obediently, trying to feel the bump diligently. He massages the spot relentlessly, experimenting a little by using his thumb to press over Suguru’s perinium and under his scrotum, loving the way Suguru’s face contorts with pleasure as he mewls.

“W-Wait! If you keep doing that, I’m gonna-” Suguru exclaims, pleading for him to stop with glassy eyes, effectively stilling Satoru (19).

“Alright. Time for the next step,” Satoru (29) says cheerfully, placing his hands on Suguru’s knee pits and lifting his legs to his chest, making Suguru squeal. “You gotta take advantage of Suguboo being this flexible by fucking him in every possible position,” The oldest shamelessly comments.

“Please stop saying such things!” Suguru blushes. He looks back at the youngest Gojo only to find him staring intently as he pulls his fingers out.

Satoru (19) couldn’t help but admire the state Suguru is in right now with loose strands of hair escaping the bun he’d gathered his hair into, the way the skimpy nightgown barely covered any of his skin and the way the curse user’s glassy eyes look back at him, needing to be fucked.

“Y-You can put it in,” Suguru mumbles, averting his gaze.

“Okay,” Satoru (19) says, placing one hand on the headboard behind them as he enters slowly, nudging the head of his cock inside Suguru’s tight hole which shows little resistance thanks to Satoru (29).

He inserts his length completely, keeping it there for a few seconds as he grits his teeth. Satoru (19) looks up to see if Suguru is alright, smiling when he sees the older panting a little, adjusting to his length.

“Does it feel good, Suguru-san?” He asks hopefully

“You gotta start fucking for him to know that,” Satoru (29) chuckles, earning himself a glare from Suguru.

“I-It does...” Suguru tucks a few strands of hair behind his ear, looking at the youngest lustfully. "But he’s right, though. Please go on..."

“I love it when you ask me to do things, Suguru-san,” Satoru (19) groans. He starts to move slowly at first, trying to get the angle right.

Suguru moans into Satoru’s (29) neck, relishing the feeling of Satoru (19) in him. 

“You can pick up the pace - hng,” Suguru grunts, his toes curling when Satoru (19) hits a sweet spot for the first time, almost making him cum.

“You feel so good Suguru-san,” Satoru (19) whines into his ear, biting his earlobe and sucking the skin under Suguru’s ear. Suguru notices his voice going hoarse from all the moaning and eyes the water bottle by the bed.

“Water, kitten?” Satoru (29) asks, enjoying the friction against his dick as he adjusts them so Suguru could sit more comfortably. He chuckles when Suguru nods eagerly.

“Hold them,” Satoru (29) instructs the youngest to grab hold of Suguru’s legs.

He reaches out and grabs the bottle as Satoru (19) slows the pace a little. Suguru expects him to pass it but is surprised to watch Satoru (29) take a mouthful of water and lean closer to him, directing Suguru’s mouth toward his own.

“Sato-mph?!” Suguru’s eyes widen as he swallows the water, quenching his thirst even if just a little. He turns a brilliant shade of red as he registers what just happened, eyes rolling back as Satoru (29) continues to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip sensually.

He’s careful not to choke as Satoru’s (19) incessant thrusts continue, hitting him just right. Satoru (29) pulls back as both of them are left breathless, gasping for air.

“More?” Satoru (29) asks, grinning proudly as he watches Suguru’s drool run down his chin. Suguru shakes his head weakly, burying his face in Satoru’s (29) neck, the tips of his ears still red.

The oldest Gojo grabs hold of one of Suguru’s pecks, the other hand going down to touch the curse user’s shaft as Satoru (19) presses Suguru’s legs against his chest, fucking into him faster than before. Satoru (29) doesn’t stop massaging his bosom, pleased to see more milk ooze out of the curse user’s nipple, which he brings to his mouth and tastes, humming in appreciation as Suguru blushes further at the scene.

“Ah – Sah- Sahtoru- I’m coming!” Suguru mewls, gritting his teeth as he tries his best not to moan out loud.

“Me too,” Satoru (19) moans. “Can I come inside, Suguru-san? Please?”

Suguru looks at the puppy eyes the youngest flashes and can only nod weakly, too far gone to think straight. Satoru (19) comes almost immediately after, with Suguru coming shortly as Satoru (29) jerks him off through his orgasm.

Satoru (19) falls on him, huffing to catch his breath for a bit before he latches onto Suguru’s neck, suckling every inch of skin his mouth could reach. 

“Was I good? Did you like it?” Satoru (19) asks as soon as he senses Suguru regain consciousness.

Suguru gives him a serene smile, hugging his face close to his chest and brushing away the white bangs obstructing Satoru’s (19) handsome face, cradling his face lovingly. The curse user kisses him on the forehead and whispers, “It was perfect.”

Suguru gasps when he feels an erection poking his inner thigh, looking down to find Satoru (19) erect again. He chuckles as the youngest blushes.

“I-I’ll go take a shower in the other room,” Satoru (19) mumbles as he gets off Suguru, noticing his cum oozing out of Suguru’s hole and blushing yet again.

“This is how you keep it in there,” Satoru (29) comments, using 2 of his fingers to gather the cum pooling there and stuffing it back into Suguru’s hole, making the raven head moan.

That seems to be the tipping point as Satoru (19) rushes out before he embarrasses himself because of the sight he was made privy to.

 It’s only then that Suguru notices the still erect shaft poking his lower back. He reaches down behind him to touch it reluctantly, eyes widening when it twitches slightly.

“What about this one?” Suguru turns around.

“Don’t worry about it,” Satoru (29) grunts as he grabs Suguru’s hand that was palming his cock and kisses it. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you sure?” Suguru pouts slightly, looking up through his lashes as he runs his palm over Satoru’s (29) chest.

Satoru (29) looks back at him strangely, a storm brewing in his eyes as he registers his Suguru’s dishevelled form, lips swollen and puffed out in a cute little pout, bite marks and hickeys blooming a beautiful red on his flawless skin, hair escaping the loose knot he’d tied it into, eyes begging the six eyes to fuck him. Shit. He doesn’t know if he can control himself if this goes on.

“Positive,” Satoru (29) smiles weakly. He leans down to plant a full kiss on Suguru’s lips, biting his lower lip and dragging it with his teeth as he parts.

Suguru is a little let down about not being able to help him, but nods nevertheless. He sits up and brushes his long hair back into a bun as Satoru (29) walks to the bathroom. Suguru doesn’t miss the opportunity to ogle the oldest Gojo’s body. There were battle scars that he chose not to get rid of, scattered across his body, the muscles on his thigh and hips flexing slightly with each step. Satoru (29) was perfectly built, and Suguru wants to lick and taste every inch of his muscles.

“Don’t make me want to come back there and fuck you good, darling.” Satoru (29) seems to have noticed his gaze and warns Suguru playfully.

And the curse user can only avert his gaze shyly.

Suguru treads across the hallway to the kitchen lazily after cleaning up in the open bath, his hips aching due to all his previous activities. He really overestimated his capacity.

His house was connected to the shrine, much like a wing of the shrine, for convenience. It was nevertheless large and spacious, perfect for housing himself, two kids, and a few assistants.

“Good morning…” Suguru walks into the kitchen. He smiles back when Satoru (25) and Satoru (27) greet him.

“Coffee, love?” Satoru (27) brings him closer with an arm around Suguru’s waist, pecking his lips softly.

“Yes, please.” Suguru smiles back, his voice still hoarse.

Satoru (27) brightens at the response, asking him to sit down at the table as he skips happily to the kitchen counter. Suguru puffs a laugh, looking at the older fondly. He notices an incessant gaze and turns to address the other Satoru (25).

“Did you sleep well?” Suguru asks, smiling at the Gojo and fiddling with his fingers awkwardly, to which Satoru (25) only nods.

His smile, however, isn’t returned. Suguru decides to change the topic instead.

“Uhm… How did the curse hunting go?”

Satoru (25) sighs, a hand massaging his temples. “Bad. We’ve no clue where to start, and there aren’t any cursed energy residuals we can go by.”

“Mmn.” Suguru seems to think for a while before answering. “Why don’t you try the library here? I’ve collected a few too many books on curses.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Satoru (25) stands up abruptly. “Where is it?”

“It’s upstairs, attached to my study.” Suguru gulps nervously as he watches Satoru (25) walk off, the newspaper he was reading and the juice he was drinking left unfinished on the table.

“Honey~ we’re out of groceries~” Satoru (27) sings from the kitchen counter. “And we'll need loads of condoms and lube too~”

Suguru snaps out of his thoughts and looks at the older Gojo, blushing hard. “S-Sure. I can go get them.”

“No way you’re going alone.” Satoru (27) chides, handing him his cup of black coffee.

Suguru looks at the mug thoughtfully, Satoru still remembers how he likes his beverages.

“Alright. We can go together.” Suguru smiles up at him.

“Really? I have a request then!” Satoru (27) beams, plopping down on the chair next to Suguru.

Suguru hums appreciatively as he takes a sip of the coffee, side eyeing Satoru (27), nervous as he watches a mischievous smile bloom across the older’s face. The Gojo looks at him with the same puppy eyes that Suguru could never say ‘no’ to.

Suguru puts his coffee down as he eyes Satoru (27) suspiciously. The older takes his hand and kisses it softly, nuzzling his lips against the back of the curse user’s hand.

“W-What is it?” Suguru asks warily as the Gojo kisses his palm.

“I have something I wanna try…”

“How about this? We could make zaru soba for dinner.” Satoru (27) grins as he holds out a mirin bottle. “Suguwu looooves that, right?”

Suguru breaths deeply, trying not to stutter when Satoru’s (27) hand drifts south and squeezes his ass, making the device in him rub against his walls delightfully. “T-This is really inappropriate…” Suguru squeaks, huddling closer to Satoru (27) when he notices a civilian monkey walk past them.

“But we just walked in…” Satoru (27) pouts and Suguru can read his face despite the mask and sunglasses the older has on. “We still have a looooooot of shopping to do~”

“At least turn it down a degree.” Suguru gasps when Satoru increases the intensity instead, clinging onto the Gojo’s arm so he doesn’t lose his balance. He can feel the vibrator buzz against his prostate even harder and it takes him a great amount of self-control to not touch his own shaft to grant himself release.

Perhaps it’s the way Suguru looks up at him with glassy, pleading eyes, but Satoru (27) listens and turns the setting down on his phone so he can grant his lover some relief. Satoru (27) is no monster, after all.

Suguru breathes a little easier when the older does so, taking a few moments to regain his composure. He takes the mirin bottle from Satoru’s (27) hand and examines it again before putting it in the basket the older is holding.

“And yes. I would love the zaru soba. Thank you.” Suguru smiles up at him, stretching his neck out so he can plant a soft kiss on the older’s cheek.

“Suguru…” Satoru (27) breathes deeply, eyes half lidded as he reaches up to remove his mask, leaning towards the curse user’s lips.

“Satoru!” Suguru places his hand on Satoru’s (27) mouth and pushes him away slightly, readjusting the mask on his face. He chides him softly, “Don’t take your mask off. I’ll give you ten more once we’re back home.”

Satoru (27) smiles, eyes turning into crescents. “I’ll hold you to it then!”

Suguru sighs.

“Oh. The oldest me asked me to get a few medications for you. I’ll go do that. Why don’t you do what’s on the list?” Satoru (27) asks sweetly as he hands the basket to a blushing Suguru.

“Why don’t you turn it off while you’re gone?” Suguru asks, eyeing the older’s phone.

“That’s no fun, sweetie~” Satoru (27) chirps as he plants a chaste kiss on Suguru’s forehead through his mask and skips off to the pharmaceutical section.

Suguru watches him incredulously as the older man walks away. He diverts his attention back to the grocery list and is alarmed by its length. He decides it's best if Satoru pays for it. Just when he’s reaching the end of the list, he bumps into a follower.

“Geto-sama!” The monkey bows low.

Suguru doesn’t remember him, nor does he care, so he decides to nod and smile politely, trying to come up with an excuse to run away from the conversation.

“I never could have imagined you doing groceries.” The man dares to comment.

“I came here for a friend,” Suguru responds, nevertheless, looking back down at the list before he jolts, sudden shockwaves travelling through his body as he looks up in panic.

Satoru (27) stands at a distance, paper bag in one hand and his phone in the other as he grins mischievously, making a show of swiping up, effectively increasing the setting on the god forsaken device. Suguru almost doubles down, gripping onto the counter next to him for dear life.

“Are you alright Geto-sama?” The monkey asks, trying to reach out to him, and Suguru would’ve offed him right then had they not been in public.

“Yes!” Suguru smiles rather stiffly, brushing the man’s hand away. He has an appearance to keep up, and Suguru’s afraid any stimulus will set him off at the moment, given how the vibrator is rubbing against his walls. He’s sinfully aware of every tiny movement he makes, his bruised nipples strain against the fabric of his shirt painfully, making his toes curl reflexively.

Suguru bites his lip and glares at the taller man now approaching them ever so slowly.

“Geto-sama, you don’t look well.” The worshipper reaches his hand out again, this time with the intent of holding Suguru so he doesn’t fall. “My place is nearby, why don’t we-”

Suguru doesn’t quite understand what happens next. He’s super close, but the vibrator stops his release abruptly. He gasps as Satoru (27) pulls him close by the hip right before the man has the chance to touch him.

“Thanks for waiting.” Satoru (27) smiles down at him after fixing the worshipper a menacing glare over his shades. He lifts the suspiciously large paper bag and waves it. “I got what we need.”

“G-Good. I’m almost done too.” Suguru blushes brightly, averting his gaze from the taller. He turns to the monkey and smiles politely. “Thank you for offering your help, but I’m fine now. I’ll take my leave.”

The worshipper nods reluctantly and scrams away, mostly scared by the way Satoru (27) was fuming at him.

“Why did you do that?” Suguru pouts, turning away and walking a step before almost stumbling. Satoru (27) catches him just in time, and the curse user doesn’t like the impish look in Satoru’s eyes. Even with the mask on, Suguru is sure the man has a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

“Careful. Do you want me to carry you?” He asks innocently, kissing the back of Suguru’s hand.

“No!”

Suguru walks off to grab the last items on the list with Satoru following him like a puppy. If Suguru thought he’d been spared for the day, he was gravely mistaken. Satoru (27) ends up turning on the vibrator as they check out, with Suguru muffling his moans using his scarf as Satoru pays the bill, all while the cashier gives the duo a strange look as he bills the numerous condoms.

Just as they exit the store, Suguru halts, pulling Satoru (27) back by the arm, eyes pleading. He feels a wetness soaking his shirt as the edging simulates his chest, and the curse within. His nipples stiffen against the fabric, and the curse user winces in pain. Suguru mentally reprimands himself for forgetting about the curse.

“It hurts…” Suguru bites his lip and looks up at the older.

Satoru (27) seems to have noticed his discomfort as he eyes Suguru’s shirt, immediately turning off the vibrator and taking off his jacket to cover the younger. He ends up being carried to the shrine by Satoru (27) despite Suguru’s cute protests.

As soon as they enter the shrine, Satoru (27) carries Suguru to the bedroom. The other three Gojos seem to be busy at the time. Suguru could smell lunch being made in the kitchen and the sounds of a video game from an adjacent room.

“Let’s treat those bruises first.” Satoru (27) mumbles as he slowly lays Suguru on his bed, taking off his mask and glasses shortly.

He sits next to Suguru on the bed, leaning his upper half against the headboard and gestures for the curse user to sit on his lap. Suguru nods reluctantly and does so, back against Satoru’s torso as he leans behind, comfortable in the older’s warm embrace.

“May I?” Satoru (27) asks, kissing Suguru’s cheek as he hugs him close.

Suguru nods wordlessly, biting his lip to hold back a whimper when Satoru (27) nimbly takes off his t-shirt, exposing his sore chest to the cold air in the room. He eyes the wet patches on the shirt drenched with milk, embarrassed.

“I think I should get rid of the curse first.” Suguru mumbles, sighing when Satoru’s (27) warm palms cup his chest lovingly.

“Good idea.” Satoru (27) smiles, kissing the back of Suguru’s head.

Suguru figures he loves the way this Satoru (27) treats him, like he’s the only important thing in the world, afraid to break Suguru if he lets his desires take control.. He’s always so soft and attentive to Suguru’s needs that it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Suguru stores the curse away as Satoru (27) unpacks the ointment and band aids he’d purchased. He gently massages Suguru’s pecks, earning a sharp hiss from the curse user when he caresses his nipples. Satoru (27) mumbles an apology.

The older man massages his pecks, trying to squeeze out the excess fluids, making Suguru squirm uncomfortably. “Almost there.”

Once done, Suguru falls back laxly, stiffening when he hears a hum of appreciation.

“Tastes good...” Satoru (27) says, licking his fingers coated with milk.

“Keep that to yourself!” Suguru turns red yet again.

“Do you want me to massage your back afterwards?” Satoru (27) asks, wiping the stickiness off Suguru’s chest with a warm, wet cloth.

Suguru nods, relaxing back into the older as he gently applies medication onto Suguru’s sore nipples and puts a band-aid on them carefully.

“There. All done. Let’s go have lunch.” Satoru (27) beams.

Suguru looks down to find Hello Kitty band-aid plastered on his chest and turns red. “D-Did you not find anything plain?”

“They were all out,” Satoru shrugs apologetically, making Suguru shake his head in defeat.

The younger turns back to give the taller a hug and a quick peck on the lips, nevertheless. “Thank you. You’re so sweet.”

“My pleasure.”

Satoru (27) starts to get off when he stops as he feels something hard against his thigh. He looks down at Suguru with teasing eyes.

“Suguru?”

“Couldn’t help it. The vibrator is still in there, too.” Suguru averts his gaze, cheeks a pretty pink.

Satoru (27) smirks, hands squeezing the curse user’s hips sensually.

“Want me to help, love?” Satoru’s voice drops huskily.

Suguru smiles coyly, pulling the taller by his collar for a fervent kiss. He hurriedly undoes Satoru’s (27) shirt, not pulling back from the kiss as he helps Satoru (27) shuck it off. He undoes the older’s pants and feels the muscles on his torso. Satoru (27) groans as the curse user’s nimble hands feel his muscles. Suguru kisses under his jaw, thumbs rolling Satoru’s (27) nipples as he leaves hickeys over the taller’s neck. Just as Suguru starts to palm Satoru’s (27) shaft, he jerks forward as he feels a shockwave travel through his body. He almost doubles down on Satoru (27), who only grins back victoriously, displaying the vibrator settings at the 2^nd degree on his phone to Suguru playfully.

“T-That’s dirty!”

Satoru (27) smiles at him, switching their positions so he’s on top. He swiftly takes off Suguru’s track pants and underwear, leaving a trail of kisses down the squirming younger’s neck and chest. Satoru (27) reaches out for the condoms he’s purchased earlier and puts one on as Suguru loosens his entrance, pumping two fingers in a steady rhythm despite the vibrator stuttering his movements.

“F-Fuck! You look so hot…” Satoru (27) grits his teeth, moving Suguru’s fingers away when he’s ready.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Satoru (27) says softly as he prods the head of his cock at Suguru’s entrance.

“Wait! Take that out first!”

“This might feel really good for both of us. Trust me on this?” Satoru (27) gives a lopsided smile, pushing the head of his dick into Suguru’s hole despite the younger’s half-hearted protests.

Suguru’s eyes roll back in ecstasy when he feels Satoru’s (27) bulged shaft press and rub the vibrator against his walls. The older man also seems to be equally affected by the vibrator against his length.

“Sah-Satoru! Slow down!” Suguru whines as he holds the older close, toes curling when Satoru (27) squeezes his peck and drills into him harder.

Satoru (27) leaves butterfly kisses across Suguru’s neck and chest, mumbling sweet nothings against his sweat-sheened skin as Suguru clutches the sheets around him harder.

“That’s it, mommy. Come for me.”

His brain muddles into a deep pool of desire, spreading across his very being as he drools and sobs uncontrollably, begging for release, which he is readily granted by the older. Satoru (27) increases the intensity of the vibrations as he cums, body racked by shudders of pleasure as he never lets Suguru go, helping the younger ride out his orgasm.

Suguru lies quivering as the vibrator overstimulates his sensitive walls, rubbing against his prostate relentlessly. He throws Satoru (27) a pleading look, and the older scrambles to turn it off and remove the vibrator. He cuddles Suguru close to him and apologises profusely, kissing Suguru’s sweaty brow and wiping the strands of hair sticking to his face away.

“Thank you, sweetie. That was great.” Satoru (27) smiles, flashing deep pools of clear blue swirling with love and adoration towards Suguru.

Suguru smiles back hazily, leaning up to kiss the older. He feels he fits perfectly against Satoru (27) and snuggles against the older’s neck before passing out for a quick nap.

Suguru wakes up late in the evening, walking to the kitchen in a drowsy haze. He’s surprised none of the Satorus woke him up for lunch but wasn’t complaining. His body needed rest after the events that unfolded.

“Slept well, kitten?” Satoru (29) was the first to greet him from the kitchen. He was wearing Suguru’s apron and making dinner for all of them.

The other three were on the dining table, each busy with their own musings. Satoru (25) and Satoru (27) were busy with a stack of curse related books while Satoru (19) was busy with what looked like a manga magazine.

“Shall I brew you some tea before dinner?” Satoru (27) asks, putting the book aside when he sees Suguru.

“I’d like that.” Suguru smiles, settling on the chair next to his. Satoru (27) kisses him on the cheek and scurries away.

“I want some too!” Satoru (19) calls out.

“Me too.” Satoru (25) grumbles.

“Suguru-san! Do you have a curse that looks like this?” Satoru (19) asks curiously, almost shoving the comic he’d been reading.

Suguru takes it gently and squints his eyes. He gasps when he figures the youngest had been reading a hentai manga and eyes the figures strewn across the pages. He stares in partial awe at what looked like a tentacle curse fucking into a man with long dark hair and an unrealistically large chest.

“N-No! I don’t own a tentacle curse!” Suguru squeaks as he slams the book onto the table and pushes it towards Satoru (19).

“Daw. Too bad…” The youngest pouts, folding his hands behind his head and rocking his chair.

Satoru (25) leans forward to look at the comic briefly, humming appreciatively before turning back to the book he was reading. “Too bad indeed.”

“Why don’t you try searching for the curse, too?” Satoru (27) addresses the youngest Gojo as he brings a tray with tea cups and places it on the table.

“Isn’t it insulting that three grown-up men can’t find it themselves? Cut me some slack, I’m still recovering from heartache…” Satoru (19) grabs a teacup, eyeing Suguru discreetly.

Suguru understands just what he means but decides against commenting. He thanks Satoru (27) for the tea and sips the soothing liquid silently.

“Make that two. This guy was busy fucking Suguru instead of helping.” Satoru (25) looks at Satoru (27) dirtily.

Satoru (27) is about to rebuke, but is cut off by Suguru. “I was the one who asked him for it,” Suguru mumbles shyly, sipping his tea.

“Suguru has need,s too. No blaming him.” Satoru (29) brings a small dish used for tasting with stew in it. “Tell me if it's good?” He asks sweetly as he passes the sample to Suguru.

Suguru is surprised to find the stew extremely well made, delicious even. He beams at the oldest Gojo happily. “It’s really good!”

Satoru (29) seems to blush a little. “I’ll make sure I cook for you more...”

Suguru nods, beckoning Satoru (29) to come closer. He grabs the oldest by the apron he has on and kisses him deeply, whispering a ‘Thank you’.  Satoru (29) smiles at him and is about to go back to the kitchen when Satoru’s (25) annoyed voice stops him.

“Tch. It irritates me how all of you just choose to forget what he did.” Satoru (25) slams the book down and crosses his arms. “Have you no self-respect?”

“It’s in the past. He made a choice.” Satoru (27) shakes his head.

“It hurts me too. I couldn’t do anything as Suguru left.” Satoru (19) grits his teeth. “I felt so powerless and frustrated.” He balls his hand into a fist and looks away.

Suguru feels attacked but keeps quiet nevertheless. He silently sips on his tea as Satoru (29) squeezes his shoulder.

“If only you’d stopped him.” Satoru (25) sneers at Satoru (19).

“What could I have done?!” Satoru (19) yells back.

Suguru slams his cup on the table this time, unable to bear the fleeting accusations Satoru (25) was making. It hurts him to see his Satoru fight and punish himself for Suguru leaving him.

“Stop blaming yourselves!” Suguru gets up abruptly. “It was MY decision. And I’m happy, alright?”

Satoru (25) scoffs. “Yeah. And I’m the one suffering.”

Suguru bites his lip guiltily. “I know it was incredibly selfish of me. But it just wasn’t right, you know, staying at the school… I had to see things for myself.”

“Are you happier than what you could’ve been with me?” Satoru (19) asks in a small voice, looking up at Suguru hopefully.

The curse user falters. He lowers his gaze and stares at his teacup. “Maybe. Or maybe not.” Suguru sighs. “But this is what I chose. There’s no room for ‘what ifs. ’”

Satoru (29) kisses Suguru on his temple, startling the younger. “Sit down and drink the rest of your tea.”

He then turns to Satoru (25) and asks him to help set the table, which the younger Gojo does reluctantly. Satoru (19) continues to look at his closed comic sadly as Suguru reaches out a hand to him. The younger softly takes it and kisses his hand almost reverently.

“No one’s blaming you for the choices you made, sweetheart.” Satoru (27) says soothingly. He places his palms over Suguru’s shoulders and massages the area softly. “We’re just mad at ourselves for not meaning enough to you. Maybe if we’d taken a different course of action, you could’ve been with us. Or maybe if we were stronger - ”

 “It was never your fault, Satoru. It was never about you.” Suguru places his palm over Satoru’s (27). “But know this. If things did progress differently, I’d have never left your side.”

Suguru looks up at the older and smiles. “I love you. Every version of Suguru loves every version of his Satoru.”

Satoru’s (27) eyes soften at that; He leans down and kisses Suguru’s forehead softly.

“And every version of me belongs to you.”