By : c4tnip
Source : AO3
"Yo... Long time no see."
There was a boy in front of him. Wide eyed, with a manic grin plastered on his face. Toji was staring at the very real, very alive Gojo Satoru, who was meant to be dead and rotting. He'd done it with his very own hands, after all, and the proof was right there. The dried crimson settled on his face, clearly his own blood.
"..." Toji could only stare dumbfounded, more annoyed than anything. "Are you serious?" He asked simply, staring at the boy with furrowed brows.
"Oh yeah, I'm alive and well." Gojo announced, grinning as he spoke. He moved a hand to part his fringe, revealing a mark formed on his forehead. Toji could recognize it immediately, the reversed cursed technique. Toji's lips were pressed together into a thin line, his expression scrutinized into something along the lines of annoyance.
"I gave up on fighting back when you crushed my throat," Gojo began, unable to fight his widening smile, "I poured my all into perfecting this technique. Cursed energy uses negative energy, it can fortify the body, but it can't cause regeneration! That is why it is necessary to multiply it with more cursed ener-"
What interrupted Gojo was a harsh pain exploding against his face, Toji's knuckles meeting his nose. The force caused his body to fly downwards, the direction that Toji had angled his punch. He cried out when his head met the concrete, grimacing in pain. Within seconds, the smile had been wiped off of Gojo's face, as he raised a hand to caress the part of his head that had met the concrete.
He grit his teeth, heaving a breath and glancing forward at Toji. His shoulders were shaking visibly, not out of fear. Out of exertion, his body barely stayed upwards. It was a wonder how the boy had managed to haul himself here, healed by the reverse cursed technique or not. His expression was bewildered, as if the idea of anyone even touching him was out of question. Toji could tell, the boy was high, or at least out of it. Whatever it was, it allowed Toji to get a hit in, and that was all he needed to win. Before Gojo could counterattack, or even defend himself, Toji had unsheathed his inverted spear of heaven, pulling it from the curse wrapped around his torso, and sped towards Gojo. He was only just pulling himself up, teeth grit in pain. Within seconds, Toji was at the top of the boy's body, expression darkened.
Gojo cried out as the spear met his side, wounding his body, but hitting nothing vital. Despite that, it drew blood, ripping open his already destroyed uniform. "Bah..." Toji pressed his lips together, wrenching the spear out of Gojo's side. "Why'd you come back, huh? Thought you'd win?" Toji's head was tilted mockingly, his tone flat with boredom. Spear still clenched in a singular fist, Toji kneeled down, the sole of his shoe pressed into one of Gojo's thighs. Gojo's expression was angered, defiant, as if he weren't the one who brought this upon himself. In no state to fight back, though he squirmed endlessly, struggling against Toji's weight.
Pulling his spear up and sheathing it into the curse's mouth, Toji narrowed his gaze onto Gojo's bloodied face. He pressed his lips together, he couldn't help but note his fragility. He was well built, as expected of the strongest, though compared to Toji, he looked fragile. His pale and delicate skin didn't help, pretty like a girl. A narrowed nose, plump lips and piercing eyes. Even when knocked down, struggling violently, his eyes stood out above all. Toji idly noticed that Gojo's nose had begun gushing with blood. His punch may have broken his nose, not unexpected. The crimson flowing freely against his skin only contrasted his eyes further, darkened with anger.
Toji nestled his hands into Gojo's white hair, ignoring Gojo's pathetic flailing against his grip. He was pushing back against Toji with both hands, unable to use his cursed technique as it had been nullified. It was a sorry sight. "Did you come here expecting to win, really?" Toji leaned forward, until their faces were directly in front of each other, Gojo's soft, panting breath warm against Toji's face. "Can't accept one loss, huh? You'd chase me down till the ends of the earth if you had any say..." Toji huffed a sigh, closing his eyes with an amused expression. Maybe it was pride, or his ego. Toji chuckled at the thought, how easily Gojo was willing to throw away his life for his stupid, teenage boy pride.
Toji, still kneeling, used his left hand to cup the boy's chin. He dug his thumb into his soft cheek, squeezing his face and turning it left and right, as if examining it. With the hand still nestled in Gojo's hair, he pulled him up closer to his face, and then pulled him in to kiss him. It was certainly unexpected, and he could feel Gojo lurch back in his grip. Toji's grip was strong, however, too strong to fight back against. He could see Gojo's eyes widen in the periphery of his vision, as he flailed violently against Toji. "Mmm...mmmf!" Gojo groaned into his mouth, his hands digging sharply into Toji's shoulders.
Struggling against Toji's grip was useless. Toji was by no means gentle, biting and prodding against Gojo's tongue, and running his own tongue on the top of Gojo's teeth. Gojo reciprocated nothing, choking and pushing back, his tongue retreating into the back of his mouth, as if trying to avoid Toji's. He choked, coughing and gagging until tears were gathered into the corners of his eyes. Toji finally pulled away, his mouth immediately forming into a grin at the sight of Gojo. His face was flushed, teary eyed, and his mouth remained open as he heaved a breath. A sight to see, by all means. It was one thing to kill Gojo Satoru. But to get him beneath you, panting like a whore? It was a different kind of satisfaction. Toji gathered a glob of spit into his mouth, before opening his mouth above Gojo's, and allowing it to fall directly against his tongue. It broke Gojo from his haze, as Gojo choked, closing his mouth and falling backwards. He shook his head, his eyes wide and dimmed with tears.
"Fuck, gross... Ugh..." He choked, wiping his mouth rapidly, whilst Toji stared with a clearly satisfactory smirk.
Still above Gojo, he raised a hand to pry his mouth open. Gojo flinched, digging his hands into Toji's wrists and pulling them back, barely drawing any response. Weak with exhaustion, fear, and completely unmatched in physical prowess, Gojo could only bite down weakly against Toji's thick fingers, which Toji only ignored in response. Pushing vigorously was Gojo's only option, his movement inhibited by Toji's body weight on top of his own. His eyes were hazy, Toji noted. He was brought to tears so easily, it was amusing as well as satisfactory. Saliva was gathered in Gojo's throat, dripping down Toji's fingers and down his chin. Toji pushed his fingers back, causing Gojo to choke. Down his throat, pressing against the soft spot at the back of Gojo's throat, he listened to Gojo retch and pull backwards instinctively. Toji grinned, prodding around his mouth and watching his throat twitch as his fingers were gliding down further. He grinned, pulling his fingers out abruptly and wiping them against his face. Gojo took no notice, heaving breaths and holding himself up with two arms behind him. Tears were freely flowing down his flushed face.
"Damn, look at this..." Toji held his index and middle finger in Gojo's line of sight, parting them to demonstrate the line of saliva appearing between them. "Your mouth is nice and warm. Thought you might throw up all over my fingers, but you took it like a champ." He chuckled.
"...Fuck you... F... Fuck you!" Satoru repeated to himself groggily, still unable to catch his breath. His eyes were glazed over, chest rising up and down rapidly. He peered up at Toji with grit teeth, a hint of defiance left in the boy. Toji only sighed gruffly. If he were any less patient, any less in the mood for a fuck, he would've hauled ass and left. It barely felt worth the effort, but some part of having the Gojo Clan's golden boy torn up beneath him, fighting for his breath... The sight had Toji's dick straining against his sweatpants.
He wasted no time, pulling out his partially hardened dick from his pants, inching forward above the boy's face. He pressed the dampened length against his cheek, chuckling at Gojo's face, wide eyed. "What, scared? Don't act like it's your first time seeing a dick. What are you, fifteen? Sixteen? I bet you spend all day jerking off, huh?" Toji laughed to himself. His joke didn't garner anything but a glare from Gojo, as he pushed the thing away with his hand.
Toji had no intention of relenting, though, pushing the head of his dick against the entrance of Gojo's mouth. Gojo's gaze clouded over slightly, his nose twitching. With a lack of focus, he pushed the dampness away with his cheek. "...C'mon. I don't have all day." Toji narrowed his eyes, grabbing a fistful of Gojo's thin hair and bringing his head level with his dick. Gojo shrieked, pulling against Toji's grip, as little white strands of hair ripped from his scalp.
"No, no! I don't wanna... I'm not gonna...!" He cried out, shaking his head violently.
Toji only huffed in mild annoyance, tugging against Gojo's hair further, until he was crying out in pain. Snot and tears were running down his chin, as he continued to weakly shake his head. Yet, he opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he were away he had no choice. With the small opening, Toji slipped his cock in, immediately groaning at the warmth that enveloped it. Without warning, Toji used the grip on Gojo's hair and shoved his head all the way down his throat. Gojo's cry was muffled into a weak groan, as he peered up at Toji with teary eyes. He was banging both fists against Toji's torso, his throat twitching around his cock. Making fruitless attempts to pull back, he began retching almost immediately, "Ghk... Ghgh..." Drool was dripping down his chin, the saliva only making the sensation warmer around his cock.
"Fuck..." Toji groaned deeply at the warmth, shifting his length so it was rubbing the back of Gojo's throat. "Your mouth is tight, nice and warm... Hah..." He grinned down at the boy, who was peering at him with wet eyes. He was no longer fighting as harshly, only weakly pulling away. However, a few moments of the lack of movement, and Gojo's shoulders tensed as he realized that Toji was in fact making no movement. Simply resting there, in his mouth.
"Mm...Mhmmgm!" He tried, his desperate muffles the only way he could signal for air, yet Toji remained pressing Gojo's head down into his crotch, breathing heavily. The slight struggle, the twitching for Gojo's throat felt so nice around his cock. Gojo convulsed and shook, desperately trying to make room for any air to flow in. Finally, Toji let his grip of Gojo's hair slacken, but Gojo didn't pull back. It was amusing, only a minute or two around Toji's dick, and he'd already grown used to it, like he belonged on it. Too hazed to even notice. Toji didn't want Gojo throwing up all over his dick, though he figured it would be a nice sight. He grabbed Gojo's fringe and hauled him backward, until he was no longer hanging off of it. The boy fell backwards against the concrete, coughing and sputtering violently. Drool had dried on his chin, as he fought to form any defiant words.
Toji's dick stood up, hard and swollen. He hovered over Satoru's body, feet still on either side of his torso. Satoru wasn't even looking at him anymore, however. His gaze was clouded over, trying to gather any air he'd been deprived of in those few minutes with his mouth around Toji's cock. He grunted weakly when Toji squatted back down, wrapping his hands around his waist and flipping him over onto his stomach. His body was shaking, Toji noticed. He was staring forward into the distance, his arms gathered under his chest. Toji was wordless as he slipped two finger's under Gojo's pants, tugging downwards to reveal his ass. It was shapely, pale and untouched. He used his other hand to spread apart his ass cheeks, revealing a small, pink ass hole, a similar shade to Gojo's flushed face. Gojo shivered as Toji brushed his fingers against it, the sensation causing his body to tense up.
Without preparation, Toji slipped two fingers into the dry asshole, struggling to pry it open with its tightness. He could hear Gojo yelp, one leg stretching forward in an attempt to haul himself forward, but only allowing Toji more access.
"Uh... Guh..." Gojo was groaning to himself, his fingernails scraping against the concrete in an attempt to pull himself out of Toji's grasp. Without his cursed technique, his struggles against Toji were fruitless, a man who was super human in terms of physical strength.
As Toji worked his way up his insides, prodding around and spreading the soft flesh, he watched as Gojo's legs began to shake violently, any strength remaining draining from his body as Toji slipped deeper. His pleas were growing incomprehensible, repetitions of " please please please, oh god, stop, stop..." Begging him for any sort of mercy.
"You want me to stop?" Toji asked, tilting his head mockingly. "Why's that? Look," Toji reached forward with his free hand, slipping it under Gojo's frame and wrapping a hand around Gojo's half hardened cock, which disappeared under Toji's palms. Gojo tensed at the touch, gritting his teeth. "You're hard. What's that mean, huh? Do you like this? Feels nice?" Toji's tone was taunting, as he rubbed a hand over the head of Gojo's cock. He could hear Gojo's breath hitch.
Gojo opened his mouth to retort, but the only sound produced was a cry of pleasure. Toji barked out a laugh, a hint surprised at Gojo's reaction, as he prodded at his prostate with his two fingers. "Here? Does that feel good?" He asked, pressing upwards against the spot which elicited a reaction out of the boy.
"F...Fuck..." Gojo breathed out, "What are you doing, what are you doing , oh..." He groaned weakly. Despite his words, he was pushing himself unconsciously against Toji's fingers, chasing the feeling. Toji obliged, grinning as he rubbed and prodded at the spot. Gojo buried his face into his arms, his sobs weak and broken.
Toji pulled out of Gojo's asshole, his fingers sticky. He pressed his fingers together, leaning forward against Gojo's back and pushing them into his mouth, lulling his tonuge out. Gojo moaned feebly against his fingers, no longer having the energy to even bite down, only lazily resting his tongue against them.
Toji's exposed cock brushed against Gojo's now slightly puffed open asshole, prompting Gojo's breath to hitch momentarily. He was no longer wailing however, only weakly groaning at whatever sensation he was attacked with. A noise was drawn from him however, when he was hauled up by Toji's thick hands, his back pressing against Toji's chest. Toji remained on his knees, whilst Gojo hovered ever so slightly against the floor. He shrieked as he felt the head of Toji's cock enter inside dryly, no preparation provided. "...Fuck, I might rip you... Hah..." Toji said breathily, struggling to push his length inside the tensed boy.
"No, no! No, no no!" Gojo was shrieking now, shaking his head with whatever energy he'd garnered, and howling loudly. "Get it out! Get it out! It hurts!" He kicked his heel against Toji's back, as if the force would do anything to help him get off. The noise was incessant, like a fly buzzing around his ears. Toji grit his teeth, leaning forward to grasp the back of Gojo's neck, and pressing his face into the concrete below him.
" Shut the fuck up, fuck." He said darkly, watching Gojo continue to cry against the concrete above him. "Stop tensing your ass, I'll rip you. Did you not hear me the first time?" He warned, but Gojo was in no state to listen. Crying endlessly, the sight annoyed him as much as it turned him on. He tightened his grasp against the boy's throat, and watched as Gojo gasped beneath him, fighting desperately to catch a breath. It reduced his screams to a simple whine in his ear, much to Toji's satisfaction.
Toji lurched his hips forward, grinning as his dick entered half way. Gojo gasped, his mouth falling open. Whether he was gasping for air or in pain, Toji wasn't sure. Nonetheless, Toji raised his hand from Gojo's throat to his hips.
He flipped Gojo around his cock, and Gojo shrieked at the sensation, his eyes briefly rolling back into his head. He wanted to see the golden boy's face while he was sodomized, who wouldn't? Toji noted a warm wetness around his dick. Ah, had he ripped? Toji glanced down and dragged a finger along the rim of Gojo's asshole, frowning a bit at the crimson that had gathered on his finger. No matter, it would make it a little easier to slip it further in, right? Toji grinned as he pulled Gojo towards his own body, watching him slide down until he'd reached Toji's crotch. Toji noted the beginnings of a bulge forming in Gojo's lower stomach, reaching forward to rub his hands along it. Gojo swallowed, squirming at the touch.
"Get it out... Ahgh..." Gojo's words were wheezes, weak pleading for any sort of mercy from the man, mercy that Toji had no intention of providing. He watched as Gojo convulsed and squirmed on his dick, until his body had relaxed in exhaustion.
"There." Toji spoke approvingly, "Are you gonna stop fighting now? It's getting old, not so cute after all." Toji leaned forward, his face hovering over Gojo's. Gojo couldn't respond, could barely form a word, his eyes dazed. He only blinked consciously when Toji grabbed his chin, clenching it tightly.
"Yesh...Ye...Yes... Please... Fuck..." He wasn't begging for anything in particular. For him to keep going, for him to stop, Gojo wasn't able to comprehend that anymore. He'd been rendered dumb on Toji's dick. Toji grinned, letting go of Gojo's face and letting his head loll backwards as if he were a newborn unable to support its head.
Panting, Toji began sliding Gojo on his cock, pulling his limp body up and down against it as if he were just a fleshlight. That's all he was really, a limp, warm fleshlight, no longer making any effort to pull away. As he thrusted, the bulge in his stomach continuously appeared and disappeared, each thrust causing Gojo's insides to twitch around him. Gojo's head bounced at the movement, with no support to hold his limp neck. The only sign he was still alive was his hitching breath, and his hardened dick, flailing uselessly against Toji's stomach. The lack of reaction was bothersome, Toji had put in so much effort into getting the golden boy beneath him, and it was as if he were getting no reward.
He raised a hand to slap Gojo harshly on his cheek, Gojo's face being jerked to the side by the force. Gojo gasped, as if broken from a trance. His dull blue eyes almost immediately gained life, as he began to gasp and babble incomprehensibly. "F...Fah... Fuck... Agh..."
"That's more like it." Toji grinned, digging his fingernails into Gojo's hips with much more vigor. Toji could feel the pleasure begin to build up in his stomach, the warmth of Gojo's insides clenching against his cock felt perfect, like his body was molded specifically for it. "Hey, do you wanna come? Ask me to come, come on." He demanded breathily, suddenly slowing his hips down.
Gojo grit his teeth, his own hips still rolling against Toji's now motionless body. He shook his head, tears flowing down his face, "No, no... Please..."
"What? You don't wanna?" Toji tilted his head mockingly, grinning down at the boy.
"Yes... Yes, please! Please, I wanna, I need to!" Gojo shrieked, kicking his ankles against the side of Toji's body in an attempt to get any sort of stimulation.
Grinning at Gojo's desperate pleas, Toji lifted Gojo's body until the two were facing each other, causing Gojo's eyes to roll up into his head. He was probably seeing stars right now, as he sunk down onto Toji's cock further than he had before. Without hesitation, Toji began thrusting upwards, reaching forward and rubbing his thumb over the tip of Gojo's swollen and overstimulated dick.
That was all it took for Gojo to be tipped over the edge, as he cried out a torn scream. Gojo's body tensed up, no longer rocking his hips alongside Toji, his only movement being the slight shake of his frame. After a few moments, Toji watched Gojo slump over, expression broken. His bright blue eyes had been dulled into something torn, any light from it evaporated into a darkened blue. Toji wasn't done, however. His thrusts continued, moving harshly into his ass, the only response from Gojo being weak, overstimulated gasps.
Toji grunted as he finished inside him, letting his own body relax into Gojo. He swallowed, glancing down at the boy, shaking like a leaf in his arms. Toji blinked groggily, pulling out and huffing at the cold air meeting his dick. He watched with mild interest as cum leaked from out of Gojo's now widened asshole, once small and untouched. With a sigh, he pulled himself up and tucked his dick back into his pants, brushing his clothing off.
He barely glanced behind him, pulling himself up from his kneeling position, and leaving Gojo's next to unconscious figure on the cold concrete.