Yuji's fingers idly traced patterns on Gojo's chest. "Senpai, do you have any story?" he mumbled sleepily. "Like… how you met Fushiguro?"
Gojo hummed, half amused. "You really like talking about Megumi, huh?"
Yuji chuckled. "He's my friend, of course I do."
Gojo pouted dramatically, giving Yuji's waist a squeeze. "Still, you're talking about another man while in bed with me. Should I be jealous?"
Yuji giggled, smacking his chest lightly. "it's just Megumi, senpaiii"
"Ouch," Gojo laughed, then sighed softly, voice lowering. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you."
His tone shifted — still warm, but gentler now, laced with quiet nostalgia.
"I met him when he was just a kid," Gojo began. "All serious face, never smiled, always glaring like the world owed him something."
Yuji listened, eyes heavy but curious.
"His father… Toji Fushiguro. He wasn't exactly a good man," Gojo continued, his voice slowing. "Before he died, he told me about Megumi — said the Zen'in clan would come for him. I promised I'd look after the kid instead."
Gojo smiled faintly at the memory. "When I first met Megumi, he was trying to protect his sister. Stubborn little thing. Reminded me too much of myself, honestly. So I decided to raise him… or at least try."
Yuji snorted quietly. "Try? You mean annoy him every day."
Gojo chuckled, brushing Yuji's hair with his fingers. "Maybe. But that's how I show love, you know."
Yuji smiled softly, eyes fluttering shut as Gojo's voice grew quieter.
"He grew up strong. Smarter than he gives himself credit for. Sometimes I think... I'm proud of him, but I never say it out loud. Guess that's just my way."
There was a pause — only the sound of wind faintly outside and Yuji's breathing.
Yuji murmured, half-asleep, "You care a lot about him, huh…"
"I care about all of you," Gojo whispered, pressing a kiss to Yuji's forehead. "Even when I don't say it."
Yuji smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. He didn't answer — just snuggled closer, letting Gojo's heartbeat lull him toward sleep.
"You're not even listening anymore, are you?" Gojo murmured.
Yuji blinked, realizing his fingers had been tracing idle shapes on Gojo's chest the whole time. "…Maybe," he admitted, a small, sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
Gojo chuckled, that low sound rumbling through Yuji's ear where his head rested. "My dear, you're so bad at hiding things."
Yuji hummed in mock protest but didn't move away. Instead, he tilted his head up — just enough for their eyes to meet. There was no teasing now, no mask of humor. Just quiet understanding.
Gojo's hand came up to brush a strand of pink hair from Yuji's forehead. "You really can't sleep, huh?"
Yuji shook his head faintly. "…Not when you keep talking like that."
That made Gojo laugh again — soft, but lower this time. He leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching, breath mingling between them. The space felt heavy — not in a bad way, but in that kind of warmth that made everything outside the moment disappear.
"Then maybe," Gojo whispered, his thumb grazing Yuji's jaw, "I should find another way to tire you out."
Yuji's breath hitched, eyes widening for a second before his lashes fluttered and he looked away, cheeks burning.
Gojo's lips curved into a gentle, mischievous smile. "No answer, huh? I'll take that as a yes."
"Now, now…" his voice dropped lower, teasing, as his fingers slipped beneath Yuji's shirt. He gently pinched at Yuji's nipples through the thin fabric, slow and deliberate.
"Hnghh—" Yuji's breath hitched, his body tensing at the sudden sensation. His face flushed deep red as he stammered, "W-What's so good about my chest, anyway?"
Gojo chuckled softly, leaning closer until his breath brushed Yuji's ear. "Everything," he murmured, voice dripping with playful affection.
"and it's cute, dear," Gojo added, grinning as he nuzzled against Yuji's neck, breathing in the faint trace of his sweet pheromone scent.
Yuji pouted, cheeks warming. "Liar."
Gojo only chuckled, brushing his knuckles against Yuji's jaw. "It is," he insisted, eyes glinting with mischief.
Then his tone dropped, teasing yet commanding. "Yuji-kun, stick out your tongue."
Yuji obediently followed Gojo's command, sticking out his tongue in that soft, innocent way that made Gojo's pulse quicken. A moment later, Gojo caught Yuji's lips in a deep, breath-stealing kiss — their breaths mingling in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.
And, of course, Yuji followed Gojo's lead, letting himself be guided by the older man's touch and pace.
Their lips met again, hungry and unrestrained, as piece by piece their clothes fell away — until there was nothing left between them but heat and skin.
Gojo's touch grew slower, more deliberate, tracing every shiver that escaped Yuji's body. Each breath tangled with the next, every sigh drawing them closer until words no longer mattered.
The night stretched on — a blur of warmth, quiet gasps, and whispered names — until the world outside their embrace faded completely, leaving only the rhythm of two hearts moving in sync.
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"Ahh… ahh… ahhhh… Senpai, I'm tired…" Yuji panted, still straddling Gojo as the man lay beneath him.
Gojo only chuckled breathlessly, his hands gripping Yuji's hips as he moved his own upward again and again, hitting just the right spot each time. The room filled with the wet, lewd sounds of their bodies moving together.
"Ah—ahh… o-okay, this is the last one, nghh—" Gojo thrust faster, his hands clutching Yuji's butt, driving their movements into a frantic rhythm.
Yuji, now seated and leaning back against Gojo's chest, could only moan helplessly, his breath catching with every deep, relentless motion.
"Ahh ahh ahhhh hmmm—" Yuji moaned, and Gojo caught his mouth in a hungry kiss, their breaths tangling as the moment reached its peak.
Yuji gasped softly against Gojo's chest, his breath warm and unsteady, cheeks flushed in a sweet daze. His eyes flicked toward the window—of course, morning had already arrived...
Morning came, but Gojo horny ass hadn't faded — even after a night where they moved together like creatures driven by pure instinct
Yuji let out a shaky sigh, feeling the warmth settle deep inside him.
And Gojo kept kissing Yuji's neck, unable to stop himself, his lips tracing lazy, lingering touches along the flushed skin.
"Senpai…" Yuji murmured, voice rough and sleepy. "I want to sleep…"
Gojo chuckled softly against his neck, pressing one last kiss there. "Oh, okk sleep then, my dear."