fourstrings | make my wish come true

make my wish come true

[ He’s pretty lucky, really. It would have been so easy for Satoru to decide that being the strongest meant they were in competition, rather than a unit. And for all his hard work and all his training, Geto now knows that he’s completely defenseless when it comes to Satoru Gojo.

Of course, that might have been different if they were in competition. He’d have been able to put up a good fight, at least. Definitely a better fight than he’s able to put up with their current situation. And it’s not even that Satoru makes him so horny he gets stupid. This latest attack wasn’t even when they were fooling around. Satoru was just laying on Geto’s bed playing Digimon while Geto wrapped up some study when he looked up with a gremlin grin and asked “so where are you taking me for Christmas Eve?”. It was a challenge, he knows, although he does have a moment of doubt over whether you can still play Gay Chicken if you’re fucking on the regular. Apparently you can, because when after a pause to think he lists off ice skating, KFC, and the illuminations at Ashikaga flower park, Satoru just kicks his feet in the air like a thirteen year old girl in an anime and says it’s a date, Suguuuuruuuuuuu.

Of course, all this just means Geto is the architect of his own demise. They went ice skating, which he was pretty good at and Gojo was just as irritatingly naturally gifted at as he is anything else, skating little circles around people, skating backwards so he can look Geto in the face as he yaps away, pulling off little spins for emphasis and attracting stares of admiration. He’s such a natural that with his hair and eyes he looks like Asian Jack Frost, and it’s pretty annoying that it makes Geto’s heart go pitter-pat.

Then they went to KFC, where Satoru hung off Geto and smiled at the girl at the register, fluttering his pale lashes at her over his dark glasses, and Geto’s 100% sure that’s why there are extra pieces of chicken in their order. It seemed like the right order to do things – the physical activity, then eating, then a slow stroll while they digested all that greasy chicken. Unfortunately it means they ended up saving what Geto thinks is by far the most romantic item for last. It looks like a fairyland, the hanging wisteria blooms all lit up, Satoru’s hair picking up glimmers of blue and purple and pink from the lights. He has, in what Geto is sure is a key move in his game of Gay Chicken, elected only to wear items of clothing that Geto either bought him or encouraged him to buy. This means that he’s all decked out in white with occasional splashes of blue, and the lights reflect off him and make him look as magical as he… well, is. Geto’s dressed in his usual black and feels a bit like a ratty old raven following a dove around. At least, he does until a girl asks if she can take their picture and says they look so cute together! after, and Satoru – still hanging off him even though the girl has lowered her phone – grins wide and says we do, don’t we? and gives Geto bedroom eyes.

It’s a unique kind of torture. He promised – sort of – that he wouldn’t be weird about it. And he’s usually pretty good at that, but seeing couples strolling around hand-in-hand and cooing at each other is making that more of a struggle than usual. He buys them hot drinks to ward off the chill – tea for him, hot chocolate loaded with a truly infeasible quantity of marshmallows for Satoru – and Satoru looks up at him through his lashes (a feat, given that Satoru is the taller of them) and coos you’re so good to me, Suguuruuuuu~. And all Geto wants to do is hold Satoru’s hand and be boyfriends. In short: he’s being weird about it. Like right now; Satoru is cackling at a Christmas tree made of white, purple and yellow lights and declaring it the Lucemon Tree and Geto is just staring at him and sighing moonily like that’s the smartest and most romantic thing anyone’s ever said.

Idiot. ]

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[ Pause for the dialup modem sounds occurring in Geto's brain. This lasts for a full agonizing four seconds, until - ]

Wait, what?

[ Oh no. Oh, no no no. That can't be right. He must be joking. ]

I meant your first kiss.

[ That's... desperation, more than misunderstanding. ]

Yeah. [ making a face at him before he slurps up one of his melty marshmallows. ] Some lame rando was trying to slide into your DMs, but I locked you down first.

Sound familiar?

[ Ba-ding-ba-ding krschhhhhh. ]

Satoru. You should have told me.

[ He absolutely should not have. Geto would have freaked out, decided it needed a nice date beforehand and soft music and maybe candlelight, and then he'd have psyched himself out while trying to arrange all that and it never would have happened. Still. He feels like a bit of a skeeze. ]

Wha —? Why?

[ pink is starting to creep up into his cheeks from underneath his scarf, but it’s obvious that he’s attempting to persist in seeming Very Cool. ] What was I supposed to do, make an announcement?

Well - yeah. I would've - I could've been -

[ No way in hell is he letting go of Satoru's hand now, even if he doesn't particularly feel like he deserves to hold it in light of this new revelation, but you can bet he's waving the other one in an expansive demonstration of just how whatever he fuck he's trying to get at he would have been. ]

I wasn't exactly a gentleman about it.

[ there’s a moment of processing, and then — oho. ]

So you’re saying you wouldn’t have started sucking my dick like my balls contained the fountain of youth? Yeah, I definitely don’t regret not telling you now.

Satoru.

[ They are In! Public! There are people all around! So yes, he flushes, but his traitor mouth is trying to smile because okay, that is at least a little bit funny. ]

I'm not saying I wouldn't have. Just -

Okay, yeah, I probably wouldn't have. I could have tried to make it - [ don't say special, he'll think you're the soppiest person that ever lived, he'll laugh his ass off ] special.

[ Oh, okay. Traitor mouth is working overtime, huh. ]

Already was!

[ and he’s puffing up with pride this time, grinning over at suguru. ] You were kissing me.

Special for you, you clown.

[ It's reassuring, though. If Satoru thinks it's no big deal that his first kiss was... what it was, and abruptly followed by a blowjob that was at least as much about showing off as it was about making him feel good, then maybe Geto should chill out about it, too. So he plants his free hand at the small of Satoru's back and (gently, remembering the hot chocolate this time!) tugs him in for a kiss. A soft, closed-mouth little one, sure, but it feels special. Not for the camera, not for a show. Just because he wants to. ]

[ oh! he’s not expecting this kiss, and somehow? it’s the one that really gets his heart to flutter, even if suguru isn’t busting out any of his fancy moves.

and even when it breaks, gojo stays close, something softer in his smile. ]

It was. [ special, he means. ] I was kissing you.

This more of that famous game you were talking about?

[ He means to tease, but it's probably pretty ineffective with the way he's smiling, the warm sparkle in his eye. This is special; the closeness, the warmth, the way Satoru's smiling at him. ]

It's working.

Nah. If it was, you wouldn’t have to ask.

[ but he leans in to press another kiss against suguru’s mouth, grin widening as he pulls away. ] Speaking of —

I had one more thing planned for tonight! You ready to go check it out?

[ Ooh! Surprise date planning reversal! This must be the game. His own smile ticks up too, a mirror to Satoru's, and he squeezes tha hand he's still holding. ]

Lead the way.

[ luckily, he planned all of this out! so there's no need to drag suguru towards the nearest transit station, just down a block or two through the crowds of people out enjoying the atmosphere.

then they're ducking into the lobby of one of the glitziest hotels in tokyo -- and one that's been booked up for this particular holiday for months, unless you've got the gojo name (and credit card) to swing around. and since he already called ahead, it means there's no fuss about fetching the room key from the front desk and then swooping up one of the elevators. ]

Everyone said this hotel was top tier if you were going for date night atmosphere. [ as he's fiddling with the room key to get the door unlocked. ] And I figured we're both probably over the shitty beds in the dorms, so --

[ but then he's finally getting the door unlocked and open, and the rest of whatever he was going to say falls away with a little oh. because the room inside is nice, sure, but it's the extra dressing he wasn't expecting --

an elegant scatter of rose petals on the bed, a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice, a tray with dual offerings of a charcuterie board and chocolate-dipped fruits arranged nearby. someone's even gone to the effort of filling up the tub with steaming hot water and a few more of those rose petals.

this... is probably what people meant when they were talking about atmosphere, huh? ]

[ The noise Geto makes can really only be described as a wheeze. The hotel was already a lot to deal with, given that he doesn't know how much it costs except that it's soundly in the bracket of "would give his bank account nightmares just to google it". And then Satoru actually opens the door and it's like an advertisement for a honeymoon package in there or something! Satoru cuts off mid-thought and he'd ask if this was the right room, except he knows that even with non-sorcerers the Gojo name carries a lot of weight. Someone probably saw the name on the booking and decided it was time to impress. They're probably thinking he's bringing a girl here and considering this an audition for hosting a wedding. He's quiet for a moment, and then he laughs low and husky. ]

And to think I was impressed by you flirting your way into extra chicken.

I didn't even flirt for this!

[ seriously. he'd called, the receptionist had initially been giving him a lot of 'tude about how the hotel was completely booked, he'd made a point of saying his name extra slow, and then it had mostly been a lot of flustered extra-polite manners. no flirting at all!

hmph. ]

I just told 'em to make sure we got a room with a view of Tokyo Tower! I wanted to us to be able to see the lights from here.

Satoru.

[ Gently, because Satoru sounds pretty insistent! It wouldn't bother Geto if he had flirted his way into it - he's pretty sure Satoru has some sort of chronic flirting condition that makes it nigh-impossible for him not to - but it does matter to him that Satoru is happy. So he reels him back in, gives him another soft little kiss, and leaves his arms looped around him after. ]

It's amazing. I love it.

[ sadly, for suguru's high opinion of him, gojo's mostly annoyed that this wasn't a product of his flirting. that would've proved that his game is world class! why'd his family name have to go and out-perform his rizz on christmas eve?

but then suguru is pulling him closer and pressing another one of those heart-skipping kisses against his mouth, and suddenly? none of that seems to matter nearly as much. ]

Yeah? [ grinning at him, ducking close enough to rub their noses together in a childish little display of affection. ] Pretty great way to round off a Christmas Eve date, right?

A room with a view, a comfy bed, and you all to myself?

It's the best.

[ And since they're so close, this seems like the perfect time to give Satoru the kind of kiss that should have been his first. Slow and sweet, but with the kind of heat that simmers slow and promises to boil over real soon. ]

And that pretty sweet bathtub! Don't for --

[ but suguru's mouth is on his before he can even complete the reminder, and oooh. it's the kind of kiss that gojo can't help but melt into, humming a pleased note against the other sorcerer's mouth as he does.

does this mean they've unlocked lovey-dovey date fucking? 'cause that shit is supposed to be awesome. ]

[ He drags the kiss out a little longer, raising one hand to cup the back of Satoru's head, letting his tongue almost lazily explore the other boy's mouth, and finishes it with a little nip to his lower lip as he pulls away. ]

How could I forget the bath?

You joining me in there now, or are we going to look at the lights first?

[ whoa. whatever they've unlocked, gojo is definitely into it! that's why there's a little pause even after suguru pulls away, and it takes a blink or two for him to clear that hazy look out of his eyes.

but! once he does, he brightens like a kid excited to show off the new toys he got for christmas. ]

We can do both! [ grabbing suguru by the wrist and dragging him into the stupidly spacious bathroom, spreading one arm wide to call attention to the fact that the floor-to-ceiling windows that cover one wall continue in here, too. maybe they're too high up to have to worry about peepshows? ... or maybe rich people are just freaks, who knows. ] See?

I remember how you said how much you missed the soaking tub at your parents' place. So I made sure this place had tubs!

[ Holy shit. Geto takes bathing seriously, but this is like somebody's bathtime wet dream. He's a country boy at heart and nothing beats the sight of the stars while you're in the bath, but the twinkling Tokyo cityscape is a damn close second. The tub itself is huge, recessed into the floor with actual steps down into it. When he'd made the offer he'd had vague concerns about how to arrange themselves so he could still, at minimum, jerk Satoru off, but on seeing the actual bath? His only concern is drowning if he tries to go down on him in here. But better than any of that - better than all of that put together - is Satoru remembering what Geto though of as an idle, passing comment, and trying to cater to it. And then saying it like it's just something that happened! Not looking for praise or points or to geth his dick sucked down to the root, just a casual explanation. It puts a lump in Geto's throat and a flutter in his chest, and he has to take one long, slow breath to make sure the next thing out of his mouth isn't I love you, let's get married. ]

This is... incredible.

[ and now he’s beaming from ear to ear, because all the encouragement he’s ever needed for some extra effort is the promise of suguru praising him at the end of things. ]

Go ahead and ditch the clothes, then! Be right back.

[ because eating snacks from the steamy paradise of your heated tub is goals, right? at least, that’s his logic for going to fetch the trays, managing to balance them both and shove that bottle of champagne under one arm. he’s never tried any, but it’s kinda like fizzy juice, right? which sounds basically like soda… ]

Ta da! [ bursting back into the bathroom, arranging the two platters and the bubbly close enough to the edge of the tub to reach but far enough away to avoid any risk of splashing. ]

[ Well, Satoru said ditch the clothes. So he strips everything off in record time and then undoes his hair for good measure, and though Satoru's not gone long Geto is completely nude and attempting to pose next to the bath on what he's pretty sure is actual marble by the time Satoru gets back. Hair falling over his shoulders, torso angled slightly to show off his muscles, one leg ever so slightly raised to tastefully obscure his junk for... about three seconds, until Satoru moves. And he's delighted to see the platter - the idea of feeding Satoru chocolate-dipped strawberries in the bath definitly appeals - but he raises an eyebrow at the champagne. He doesn't speak French, but he knows enough to know what the brut on the label means, and he's pretty sure Mr Sweet Tooth won't be up for it. ]

You're spoiling me. When is it my turn to spoil you?

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