Yuji pushed the door open inch by inch, holding his breath as the faint creak of the hinges echoed through the dim room.
The air was cooler here—soft, heavy with the faint scent of sandalwood and something else he couldn't name. Maybe it was just… him.
His cheeks burned hotter. Of course it had to be his pheromones, the very thing Gojo had confessed messed with his self-control.
Great. Just what I need right now.
The faint golden glow of the oil lamp illuminated Gojo's sleeping form. He was sprawled lazily on the bed, one arm bent under his head, facing Yuji's side of the mattress. His white hair looked softer than usual, slightly messy from sleep, and his face was unguarded- peaceful, almost boyish.
And right there.
Right beside him.
Yuji's shirt.
Of course. Of course fate would do this to him.
Yuji exhaled quietly through his nose. "...Why does it have to be there?" he whispered to himself, pressing a hand over his still-thumping heart.
He adjusted the towel around his waist—tight, secure—and began tiptoeing toward the bed. Each step was excruciatingly slow, his bare feet sinking into the rug without a sound. The whole time, his eyes stayed locked on Gojo, terrified the man would stir.
When he reached the bedside, Yuji crouched slightly, fingers trembling as he reached out for the shirt. It was just there.
One more inch—
Gojo shifted.
Yuji froze.
Every muscle locked in place as Gojo murmured something unintelligible under his breath and turned slightly toward him.
Now Yuji could see him up close—the long lashes, the faint curve of his lips, the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, the sight softened something inside Yuji, stealing his breath entirely.
He looks so… different when he's asleep.
He blinked, shaking his head quickly.
Tch.
Carefully, Yuji reached again–fingers brushing against the soft fabric at last.
"Got it—" he whispered under his breath.
But before he could pull back—
A hand suddenly closed around his wrist.
Yuji froze, eyes widening as he looked down. Gojo's hand—warm, strong—was gripping him tightly.
"Senpai?!" he gasped.
Gojo's lashes fluttered, the faintest groan leaving his throat as his eyes opened—clear blue, gleaming even in the dim light. And before Yuji could step back, Gojo tugged, pulling him forward right into his chest.
"Hah—!"
Yuji stumbled, landing half on top of him, towel barely holding in place. His heart raced so violently he could hear it echo in his ears.
Gojo blinked sleepily, then a slow, wicked grin curved his lips.
"Yuji-kun trying to seduce me, hmm?" he murmured, voice low and rough with sleep. "Why're you naked and smelling so good?"
Yuji's face turned crimson. "I—I just wanted my clothes, senpai!"
"Ah, I know~" Gojo chuckled, tightening his hold around Yuji's waist. "But it's cute watching you sneak around like that. You could've asked me to help, you know."
Yuji pouted, flustered beyond words, his cheeks puffing up. "You could've just put it in the wardrobe instead of leaving it beside you!"
Gojo tilted his head lazily, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hmm… but then I wouldn't get to see this side of you."
Yuji's breath hitched as Gojo's fingers brushed his back, the touch deliberate but slow. "S-senpai, stop teasing—"
"Yuji-kun keeps avoiding me," Gojo whispered, voice deep and teasingly close to his ear. "So what if I don't let you run away this time?"
Before Yuji could answer, Gojo's arm slid fully around him, pulling him flush against his chest. Yuji's palms landed on Gojo's bare shoulder, heat spreading everywhere their skin met.
"Senpai…" Yuji whispered, half protest, half plea.
Gojo just smiled—soft, unreadable—and said quietly,
"Yes~ yujii~"
Yuji sighed, puffing his cheeks in frustration, though the flush on his face betrayed him. Gojo's eyes softened, tracing every twitch of Yuji's expression with a quiet fondness that made Yuji's stomach turn in knots.
"Is that an invitation?" Gojo teased, voice low and lilting, as he reached out and gently tapped Yuji's butt —right where the small towel barely hung in place.
"Hah!? What invitation—?!" Yuji stammered, face burning scarlet. "Senpai, don't—!"
But before he could even finish, Gojo moved. Then, he pulled Yuji closer, closing the distance between them. His breath fanned against Yuji's lips for a fraction of a second—then his mouth met Yuji's.
Yuji's gasped "senp–"
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Their world seemed to melt away. The air, the faint scent of warm water, the heartbeat pounding in Yuji's ears—everything blurred into one dizzying rush.
At first, Yuji struggled to pull away from the kiss, but the warmth, the heat, the rhythm of their hearts made him slip deeper into the moment.
Now their lips met again, deeper this time — a clash of warmth and want. Very eagerly.
"Hmm.."
A muffled sound slipped from Yuji's lips — shy at first, then deeper, steadier, as he moved with Gojo's rhythm. The quiet room echoed with the soft, unhurried sound of their kisses.
Gojo's hand found the back of Yuji's neck, steadying him when he lost his breath — guiding, grounding, and then drawing him in again.
Yuji's fingers slipped up to Gojo's nape in return, holding on as if afraid to let go.
They kissed so passionately that Gojo's hands moved restlessly, tracing over yuji with a kind of wild tenderness as their kiss deepened —his hands slipped under the towel, squeezed yuji's butt eagerly, and pulled him closer against his throbbed cock.
"Ahh—"
By then, Yuji pulled away from the kiss, a moan escaping him as Gojo's touch grew more eager. Especially when he could feel the heat cock against him so closely.. almost overwhelming.
Fuck
Gojo whispered a curse under his breath, overwhelmed by the moan that escaped Yuji.
He could feel his restraint slipping — every breath, every small movement from Yuji made it harder to hold back. The scent of him, the warmth, the firmness of his butt, the way he looked up... it was all too much.
In a heartbeat, Gojo shifted, guiding Yuji gently beneath him. Yuji's breath came uneven, his eyes fluttering open to meet Gojo's — eyes that held both warmth and something deeper, more consuming.
The sight before gojo stole his breath. Water still traced Yuji's skin, glinting faintly in the light; the loosened towel barely held in place, only cover his womanhood. Gojo swallowed hard, his pulse racing. Delicious.
"May I?" he murmured, his voice low as he brushed a kiss across Yuji's hand, lingering there, the world narrowing to the space between them.