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For nineteen days, getting back Gojo-sensei had been the only thing keeping Yuuji afloat.
It was the driving force behind each fight he had to take part in, behind each breath he took to keep going forward.
For nineteen days, the earth continued spinning and spewed even more abominations and horror while Yuuji’s own world stood still, frozen in the hell that was the night of the 31st of October.
Nightmares of this fateful date still polluted Yuuji's mind — kept him awake most nights and made him on edge and uncharacteristically withdrawn when daylight came due to the vivid memories playing in loop behind his eyes.
Rarely did his subconscious have mercy on him and offered peaceful dreams. Ones where he had freed Gojo-sensei– Had stopped him from getting sealed and helped him save everyone else from harm. Nanamin, Kugisaki, Todo, Inumaki-senpai...
Yuuji was mostly thankful for that. No doubt because these dreams weighed heavier on his shoulders — a stark reminder of what his weakness had cost everyone.
Some of these nineteen days were harder than others. Especially when despair and rage eclipsed his usual optimism and Yuuji found himself in a trance, unable to stop his fists when the curse or opponent he was facing was clearly down or pleading for mercy.
He hated himself the most during these moments. He hated the obscure, deprecating thoughts plaguing his mind even more because he could just picture how disappointed Gojo-sensei would be in him for even having them.
Sorcerers protected people. Yuuji wanted to protect people.
But there was one person he so selfishly desired to protect more than the rest. And why couldn’t he do it right? Why did sensei remain unreachable? Every attempt led to a failure and it was harder and harder to keep getting back up and not just... Snap , like the taunting voice of Sukuna kept pushing him to do.
Hopelessness and longing blended into his heart to shape a strange sense of hollowness, the void left by Gojo’s absence only growing by the day.
It was a chance that Yuuji wasn’t entirely alone.
And that meant he never had to dwell on these types of thoughts for too long before he was reassured that they were going to get sensei back. No matter what it took, no matter how long.
He would come back to them.
And Yuuji knew that he could trust those words, because he trusted the boy speaking them with all his heart.
Yuuta-senpai.
It was strange– how close they had grown to each other in such little time, especially after Yuuta introduced himself to him by stabbing him straight through the chest.
At that time, the situation had been unsettling at best, and Yuuta didn’t make it any easier. His unnerving stares and discordant smiles made Yuuji doubtful of the version of the story he was trying to sell.
Why would anyone go to such convoluted lengths for someone they never met? For someone like Yuuji, who had blood on his hands and a curse that could tear the world apart in his soul?
It didn’t make sense until Yuuta had, for the first time since the start of their conservation, given him a genuine smile as he mentioned one name. Gojo-sensei.
Oh.
It was sort of like looking into a mirror.
The soulful stare into the distance coupled with the blissful smile as he talked animatedly about Gojo and how he had basically anticipated everything and saved Yuuji’s life by sending Yuuta over to him.
Yuuji was certain he looked almost as lovestruck every time their sensei’s name grazed his lips.
It was easy for Yuuji to move on and forgive Yuuta after that, easily swayed by how familiar Yuuta seemed to him all the sudden; both cursed and helplessly loyal to one person and one person only.
(“Why are you doing all this... To save me?” Yuuji had asked, wobbly and confused. “You're important to people who are important to me,” Yuuta had answered, resolute, and Yuuji understood. This sentiment was all too familiar to him; there was nothing he wouldn’t do if sensei asked either.)
It was painfully obvious that Yuuta and he shared the same love for their sensei, the same respect and adoration for the man that had saved them both and had made sure that, even if he were to be gone, his students wouldn’t be lonely.
And like kindred spirits, Yuuji and Yuuta had found each other. Because they hurt the same.
Both thrusted into the jujutsu world to be executed for a curse out of their control. Unwilling witnesses to the gore and death that the monsters resting inside them could unleash upon the world. Consumed by guilt and desire for revenge that had to be buried deeply to do what was right.
But they also loved the same. Yuuji saw it in the way they both fiercely protected the ones around them or in the way their cursed energy brimmed with the same deadly intent when their friends were in danger.
And of course, in the way they both talked about Gojo Satoru as someone precious and close to their heart.
Even if there was no way Gojo-sensei could have predicted exactly how things would turn out, he still felt that Yuuji and Yuuta would need each other in his eventual absence.
He must've known that they would be each other's clutches, a mutual moral support through it all.
Sensei was the best, as always.
Yuuji couldn't imagine what those weeks would have been like if they didn't have each other.
Of course, Megumi was here too, but it couldn't compare. Megumi didn't love Gojo-sensei like Yuuji did. And like Yuuta did as well.
Megumi, just like the rest of the sorcerers, only needed Gojo for what he embodied, not for who he truly was. In a way, they all wanted Gojo back. But not at all for the same reason.
And it was fine, they could still work towards the same goal but with different intentions in mind.
Arguing about what to do when Gojo-sensei would be unsealed was a waste of time; Yuuta was the only one who could understand him anyway.
His senpai had become in a short amount of time someone important, essential even in his life; more than a friend but less than a lover because they could never give to each other what only their sensei could offer. Gojo was irreplaceable in their hearts.
However, they could still lean and rely on each other.
Maybe it was a certain kind of love, but not the kind that even made proper sense to Yuuji yet. They were bound by devotion and admiration, by gratefulness and reverence.
They would save Gojo just like he saved them both and would do anything to protect him.
They owed Gojo-sensei so much. They loved him so much.
And now that they finally had him back, Yuuta and Yuuji were not letting their sensei go.
“We missed you so much, sensei.”
Gojo is probably sick of hearing it by now, but neither Yuuji nor Yuuta care.
It's the pure, unadulterated truth; they missed their sensei with every fiber of their being and even saying so a thousand times over wouldn't be enough to communicate how deep their longing ran.
Having Gojo in their arms, his moon-kissed skin ruined with their possessive marks, still feels like a fever dream.
They couldn't stop touching him. They couldn't even take their eyes off him for just a second – as if they needed to memorize every dip and scar on their sensei’s body, probably scared that he would just slip away from their grasp if they even paused for one second.
The two students make sure it won't happen with their mentor trapped between the both of them, his back flush against Yuuji's front while his chest is pressed against Yuuta's own.
They’re squished against one another in a mess of naked and sweaty limbs that shouldn't be able to fit together in such a narrow bed, but they still make it work somehow.
It's everything Yuuji dreamed of for days and he refuses to let a single second go through without being by Gojo's side, and he knows Yuuta feels the same way.
Maybe they should feel a little guilty with how they overwhelm their sensei, how he needs to rest and prepare for the upcoming fight with Sukuna... but they really don't.
The need to make up for lost time surpasses the rest, and that need entails drowning their sensei in all the love and attention Yuuta and Yuuji can offer him.
They all deserve it.
“How did I find such precious students? I'm so lucky,” Gojo chuckles once he manages to free himself from Yuuta's voracious mouth. It lasts a second before his senpai steals sensei's glossy lips in another bruising kiss.
Yuuji can't help but think that, for once, Gojo has it all wrong; he and Yuuta are the lucky ones. The ones allowed so close to the strongest being on earth and able to touch him at will when everything and everyone else is kept at bay.
A privilege they both use time and time again, and Yuuji is the first culprit as he gropes shamelessly every part of his sensei's body. One hand grips Gojo's hip to keep him still while the other spreads his cheeks apart so Yuuji can easily slip his rock-hard cock between the curve of them.
Precum oozes out from the tip to soak the pink puckered rim of his sensei's hole. The extra slick is appreciated but unnecessary considering how the ring of muscle is more than wet already, shiny with copious amounts of lube and cum that could either be his or Yuuta's.
Yuuji is willing to bet that his sensei's pussy is in the same state, flushed, puffy, and gushing with both of the boys' releases. The visual image is satisfying, exhilarating even; but not enough.
Yuuji is insatiable. He wants to eat Gojo whole and keep him inside him where he'll be safe and sound, and his.
Or theirs, he should say.
Yuuta's own fingers are playing cruelly with the perky nipples sticking out of Gojo's luscious chest, all swollen and overly sensitive. The hisses of pain Gojo subsequently lets out are all swallowed by his senpai's kiss, sloppy and devouring as they usually are.
The three of them are all filthy and gross, with too many bodily fluids smeared onto their skin, but Gojo indulges them and lets them mark him more.
Maybe because he likes the feeling of it. Or is it the attention bestowed upon him? Or maybe he simply can't refuse anything to his students. And it is concerning, isn’t it?
How neither Yuuji nor Yuuta have any qualms about using that sentiment to get whatever they want from their sensei?
But who could blame them for that? Gojo was just too pretty to resist.
“You’re so beautiful sensei, so perfect for us. We’re the ones who don’t deserve you,” Yuuta says after finally parting from Gojo's lips, his words echoing Yuuji’s very thoughts.
“Ah Yuuta-kun, don't be so sappy! You're going to make me blush.”
“I don't think anything can make you blush, Gojo-sensei,” Yuuji chimes in while slowly stroking his cock against Gojo’s tailbone.
“Mhm, I guess the only way to find out is to keep complimenting me, Yuuji,” Gojo says with a lilting tone.
In all honesty, Yuuji wouldn't mind doing just that all day long. Although, he would probably need more than a day before running out of praises to give his mentor, and he's about to say so — before Yuuta shots him a conspiring smile over Gojo's shoulder.
“Actually, I think I know a better way,” Yuuta nods to Yuuji and the younger gets the message loud and clear.
Shifting his weight around so that he's now sitting up against the headboard with Gojo straddling him, back to chest still and the older’s miles-long legs hooked around his own.
Yuuji’s pulsing length is conveniently lined up with sensei's puckered rim and he doesn't even warn before he's pushing Gojo down on his cock, a chorus of groans and moans following suit.
Sensei opens up for him slow and easy, even sinking all the way down on his own on his student's length with the help of the remnants of cum leaking and frothing around Yuuji's cock and leaking all over his pelvis.
Yuuta takes the time to appreciate the view of his sensei and kouhai intertwined together like this. Both of their expressions loaded with bliss and hunger, enticing him to come forward.
“You get flushed all over whenever your pretty pussy is eaten out. Did you know that, sensei?” Yuuta whispers like it's a secret but Gojo hears him nonetheless and is not as thrilled at the idea as he should be.
With how much his students made him come already, his clit still throbs painfully, aching red with the abuse inflicted on it by their greedy, greedy hands.
He'd rather have both of his boys in his ass than any mouth playing with his oversensitive pussy right now but... Ultimately, he knows that he doesn't a lot of say in the matter.
If he even utters the words ‘too much’, his boys pull out their best puppy eyes at him and plead in the sweetest tone how “Gojo-sensei is the strongest, he can take everything we have to give, right?” or “Doesn't sensei like how we touch him? Is this why he wants us to stop?” and Gojo is fucking gone.
He simply can't deny them anything, even if he has to bite back tears and gasps of overstimulation.
With Gojo's legs kept wide open by Yuuji’s own, it’s easy for Yuuta to slide between them to get closer to his next meal. Hot breaths tickle over slick folds and just this indirect contact is enough to have Gojo squirm and try to clench his thighs together in earnest.
That's not happening though; not with the way Yuuji keeps him fully exposed in this position. And when Gojo insists, unable to stop himself from closing his legs anyway, the younger has no other choice but to grip Gojo by the undersides of his thighs and hold his legs up and folded, now pried all the way open and giving the older no leverage.
Sensei is even more on display than he already was before and the realization has Yuuta's cock jolting and drooling precum, especially when he hears Gojo's pitiful mewl.
The new position must have Yuuji's shaft reaching even deeper in his tight little hole, the poor thing stretched and straining over the girth of the younger.
And while Yuuji coos at the man sucking his dick in, Yuuta uses the distraction to spread the folds of the glistening cunt he wants to ravage. Still, Gojo protests, eyes widening and hands reaching down to keep Yuuta at a distance.
"Yuuta, wait– You don't have to do this for me. It's dirty and full of cum and—" Gojo can't even reason with him before Yuuta interrupts his flow of excuses by licking a broad stripe right along his slit, ripping a moan out of his throat.
Sensei throws his head back, falling back on Yuuji's shoulder and legs already shaking at the overwhelming feeling of a warm tongue circling his aching nub. Yuuji keeps his hips still for now and just enjoys watching his pretty sensei fall apart so easily.
He tries to soothe him by caressing the supple skin of his thighs and peppering kisses all over the neck graciously presented to him.
“Nothing about sensei can be dirty,” Yuuji murmurs in reassurance but Gojo just shakes his head frantically, straining to squeeze his thighs together but unable to do so with his student's using his unnatural strength to grip him.
Gojo should've just shut up and endured in silence because now, Yuuta looks like he's on a mission to prove how much he loves every part of his cunt.
His student is lapping up every drop of slick and cum clinging to the rosy flesh, even digs his nose until it's pressed right up Sensei's oversensitive nub and making the latter cry out.
It doesn't take long to bring Gojo to the precipice of an orgasm, not with the way Yuuta so thoroughly fucks his tongue into him, tracing the insides of the fluttering walls like he's mapping out all of sensei's sensitive spots.
“Anhh– Yuuta, I–!” The rest of his plea morphs into a long, incoherent keen.
Tension builds up in Gojo's core. A coil of boiling pleasure that tightens more and more, until it just — snaps.
It unfurls and releases so suddenly that Gojo feels his hold on RCT gives for a second and his head going dizzy with it. He comes with a scream and a full-body spasm that would've made him collapse if it wasn't for Yuuji holding him so steadily.
“Fuck, I can't– Yuuta... I– I need to fuck him!” Yuuji whines. He tries his best to not fuck into his sensei but it's torture to hold himself back when Gojo's hole draws him in, sucks him in even — tight and unbearably hot around his cock.
Yuuta laughs, not even bothering to wipe off the slick painting his lips and chin, "Fine, fine. I'll give you what you want," he placates his kouhai, who has been nothing but patient during all of this.
To be honest, Yuuta is becoming a little hasty himself, his cock aching and weeping to be in Sensei's well-prepared hole. Why waste any more time when they're all craving for the same thing then?
He can't find a reason to, so he simply resituates himself, kneeling in-between Yuuji and Gojo’s legs until the tip of his cock is pressed against Gojo's cunt — ready to slip inside.
Sensei only seems to realize what is going to happen now. His half-lidded eyes turning wide and alarmed in a flash when he feels the too-raw nerves of his cunt stimulated so soon, “No, wait! Just– just give me a moment... I just came.”
Yuuta cocks his head to one side, the perfect picture of innocence if it wasn't for the hand stroking his length, “No? But Yuuji already held on this long just for you sensei. And look how hard you made me too... It hurts. All because of you. I know sensei won't let us suffer like that, right?”
Fuck.
Gojo is so weak to their pleas and their eagerness.
He doesn't even need to answer before Yuuta knows he's won; the boy just pops the tip of his dick in and sinks into the warm walls of his sensei's cunt in one fluid motion, until their pelvis rest flush against each other.
While Yuuta pants, dizzy with the all-encompassing pleasure flowing in his veins, Gojo is quietly sobbing, tense as a bow and filled to the brim. The older bites his lips bloody and clenches his fists while his insides are spasming and rippling around the cocks opening him up.
It's just too much. The pain has morphed into pleasure, or the pleasure into pain — he's not even sure anymore how to differentiate the two.
All that Gojo knows is that he's already on the verge of coming again and this orgasm will be the death of him.
Yuuji for his part, has given up on the fight with his self-control. Just a twitch of his sensei's hole and the younger completely loses it and snaps his hips up in a rough thrust.
He sets a brutal pace from the get-go and Yuuta falls in line with his own harsh motions, grinding hard and deep into Gojo's cunt. They groan in unison as the fuck creamy slick and come right out of their sensei's gaping holes, planning on refilling those again and again.
If they had any say in it, Gojo would always be this way: full of cum day and night, totally out of it, and having to rely on them so they could provide for his every need.
Yuuji would gladly do it, proudly even. And Gojo would love it too, Yuuji just knows it.
It's obvious by the way he's always crying and begging for it, just like he's doing right now. Sensei is on top of him shaking, tears now overflowing onto his snotty face while his mouth stays open in a helpless moan. He’s letting out dribbles of drool all over himself.
He looks gorgeous and dazed, ethereal and filthy.
The older can barely keep up with them, can barely hold onto Yuuta's sweaty shoulders before he's rushed to the edge again with a deliberate onslaught on his G-spot.
The stimulation is too much, Yuuta nailing it with abandon and precision to bring him closer and closer to complexion. And Yuuji, always eager to help, glides his hand between their bodies to blindly rub circles on his sensei's quivering clit.
Gojo comes on the spot.
It hits him all at once. Raw, unbridled pleasure surges through his core and weaves its way onto every muscle of his body. A strangled gasp is all the sound that Gojo can produce while his insides clamp down on his students' cocks viciously.
He's coming for what seems like forever before he turns limp, blissed out, slumping on Yuuji's chest who has no problem supporting his weight for him.
Gojo's vision is nothing more than a blurry field of dancing white spots at this point so he squeezes his eyes shut, tired and still overwhelmingly full. He’s even too exhausted to protest at the feeling of his sensitive insides still being pounded into without mercy, so he just grits his teeth and lets himself be used as his students see fit.
Fortunately for Gojo, the two of them seem to be chasing their own releases, desperate. Their smooth, harmonious rhythm is lost to gives way to a rough and fast pace.
Their cocks are pulsating— throbbing— threatening to spill at any moment deep inside their sensei... Maybe deep enough to make Gojo's stomach bulge with it.
The mental image almost has Yuuji spilling his load then and there.
And it's hard – impossible, rather – for him to backpedal from his surging orgasm now that it's so. Fucking. Close.
Yuuji can feel his balls tightening, he can see the delirious expression on sensei's face as he lolls his head toward him. Yuuji can even hear the crass squelching noise they make every time he drags his cock back in and—
Yuuji's brain whites out when he comes. And he's loud and messy when he does it – groaning from the back of his throat as he buries himself to the hilt with one last twitch of hips. Semen bursts out and fills Gojo's hole anew, so much that some overspill to drip down Yuuji's cock to join the puddle that had already formed on his pelvis.
Merely seconds later, Yuuta follows him, the pressure and friction around his cock leading him right into a bone-shuddering orgasm.
They bask in a blissful post-coital daze for a few seconds before Yuuji makes a move to not be crushed and asphyxiated under their combined weights.
Gojo sighs out a pleased sound when their flagging cocks ease out of him and the rest is a blur for him. He feels that he's moved around, touched delicately, praised fervently.
“We love you, sensei,” That, he hears clearly.
But he's too out of it to reply. So all Yuuta and Yuuji get is a garbled response, Gojo being way too fucked out to be even remotely coherent.
And that's fine.
Because the boys know that sensei loves them too, otherwise he would never let them see and put him in such a vulnerable state.
He honors them with his trust and love and they are not taking it for granted.
Both of them take great care of wiping the fluids sticking on their sensei's skin while trying not to jostle him too much. The damp sheet would have to stay on for the night unfortunately because there's no way to change it with the deadweight that is spread out on it.
So Yuuji and Yuuta opt to crawl back into bed and plaster themselves once more to Gojo's body. The latter lazily opens his bleary eyes at the movement and the sudden warmth enveloping him.
“Let's just rest now, hm?” Yuuta presses a kiss on sensei's temple while Yuuji embraces him from behind.
“Just a little then,” Gojo murmurs, yawning a bit and seeming already on the verge of falling asleep. “We need to train and prepare... Need to... get…Gumi back…” And sensei is out cold after that.
A passing glance between Yuuji and Yuuta over Gojo's shoulder. A silent conversation going on with a simple look.
Right.
As if they were going to let Gojo-sensei take this big of a risk when they already lost him once.
Not a chance.
They would fight Sukuna, Kenjaku, even the higher ups and every other possible threat themselves if it meant to keep Gojo safe.
He had already done enough and nothing else mattered more to them than his wellbeing.
What sensei chalked up to sweet pillow talk and meaningless promises whispered into his ear was nothing less than his students' already planned-out future for him.
Gojo-sensei was not going anywhere. Ever again.