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Sukuna dodged another hollow purple sent his way, feeling the rush of air ruffle his clothing and causing goosebumps to rise on his left uppermost arm. He had sidestepped to the right to avoid the attack, but he quickly had to duck to avoid yet another hollow purple. This time, a small chunk of his hair got caught in the hit, and he can already hear a certain somebody complaining about his new look later. Sukuna could feel the strain in his thighs as he dropped into a swift and sloppy squat, his muscles aching with the effort.
He quickly sent a dismantle towards his opponent, watching as the other man dodged the majority of it, using RCT to heal the small cuts that he did receive. The other was always annoyingly fast, his lithe form dancing around the invisible slices like he’s performing a show. He’s able to read Sukuna’s hits long before they release from his hands, his mind running a mile a minute to react in real time while also planning ahead.
Luckily, Sukuna also has that skill. He feels himself being sucked in by a blue, and he quickly slashes the air in front of him to repel the attack, dismantling the blue into streams of power that go every which way. Directly after doing this, Sukuna moves closer to the other in a few short steps, landing about a meter away from the other man. This way, Sukuna’s attacks will be more direct, and the other man’s attacks will have less time to generate power.
It’s a move that the other instantly recognizes, a knowing smirk crossing the pale face as his blue, blue eyes narrow in suspicion. He sends a short hollow purple directly to Sukuna’s chest that’s knocked away by a wave of the four-armed man’s hands. Sukuna instantly shoots a divine flame his way, watching the move be instantly blocked by infinity. The heat still licks at his hands as he moves even closer, now only an arm’s length apart.
This close, he can see every minute expression and movement of the other manーthe sweat dropping down his exposed skin, the rise and fall of his panting chest, the visible strain of his muscles. Sukuna feels heat pooling in his stomach as he reaches out, one of his hands clamping around the other man’s forearm, no infinity blocking his way. He doesn’t strike; instead, he merely watches as the other’s free hand moves up, his pointer and middle finger crossing over each other, his lips moving to utter the words domain expansion.
Instantly, the two of them are encased in a world of vibrant color, before turning to a blinding white. The domain is always beautiful to be in, a direct extension of the sorcerer’s soul, and Sukuna could spend the rest of his life in hereーhowever, the heat swirling in his gut is getting too much to bear, so he acts.
Sukuna rushes forward the rest of the way, until he can grab the other with two of his hands; one of the remaining two hands shields the back of the other man’s head as Sukuna takes them to the ground, him on top of the other. While they’re actively falling, Sukuna opens his own domain, and suddenly they’re encased in black and dark red, the heat of the realm nearly suffocatingーor was that Sukuna’s own internal body temperature?
Sukuna looks down at the other man, a wide grin covering his face as he looks down at the loser of the battle, who’s laying prone on the ground with his two arms gathered up above his head by two of Sukuna’s hands, and his back arching towards the four-armed man to avoid the blazing heat of the ground below. Sukuna takes pity and drops his domain, and suddenly they’re both back in the forest they started in, dirt and pine needles cushioning the white-haired man as he lays there.
Sukuna traces the man’s face as if he hasn’t seen it before, one of his free hands coming up to cup his face, his thumb pushing lightly at the small pout on the man’s lips. “Guess I won again, huh, Satoru?” Sukuna asked in a teasing voice, the smile still on his face. The adrenaline is still running rampant through the two of them, their breathing labored and their muscles aching to still be used.
Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his legsーquick as everーshot up to wrap around Sukuna’s waist. “You got lucky, bastard,” Satoru said, his voice rough with exertion. Despite the words, Satoru used his thighs to pull Sukuna closer, their hips meeting in a clash of warmth. “I’ll win next time, you’ll see.”
Sukuna hummed, his head moving down so his face was tucked into the juncture between Satoru’s neck and shoulder. “Sure, brat,” he whispered, his nose now inching along the skin that’s slick with sweat. He smelt so good, Sukuna thought, like dirt, and sweat, and me. He didn’t even resist the urge to lick a stripe up the man’s neck, going from his shoulder to his ear, where he bit down on the lobe, drawing blood that both of them ignored. Satoru’s breath hitched, and his hips pushed more roughly against Sukuna’s, and truthfully, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Sukuna used one of his free hands to rip the kimono off of his own body, while his other free hand swiftly removed Satoru’s own, his two hands letting off of the other’s wrists before quickly moving back into their place, the skin warm under his hands. They were both quickly bare to the cold forest air, but neither of them noticed the chill, too wrapped up in each other.
Sukuna leaned forward to place his first kiss of the night on Satoru’s mouth, their tongues mingling together in a much kinder way than their earlier fight, their breathing hot into each other’s spaces. One of his free hands stayed cupping Satoru’s face, while the other slowly drifted downward. He bypassed the hard cock resting against Satoru’s stomach in favor of stopping in the folds directly beneath them, already slick with want.
As soon as his fingers touched the warm, velvety skin, Satoru moaned loud and high, his lips breaking off of Sukuna’s as he panted into the air over the four-armed man’s shoulder, his eyes shut in pleasure. Sukuna easily slipped two fingers into the warm hole, feeling the velvet heat encasing two of his fingers, the digits moving easily with the amount of slick encasing them. Satoru continued to moan loudly, and if Sukuna didn’t know any better, he would assume the other man was faking it.
He slowly moved back to Satoru’s neck, licking the skin around his collarbones as his fingers moved within the other man. Sukuna moaned quietly at the taste on his tongue, the sweat and dirt and Satoru coating his tongue. He could feel the rapid pulse of the man below his tongue, and he thinks about how easy it would be to bite down and let the gush of blood enter his mouth.
He doesn’t give in, not this time.
What he does do however is move his hand that was previously cupping Satoru’s face down to his cunt, gathering slick there before moving down to the man’s other hole, sticking a finger in with less resistance than normal. “Still loose from this morning, huh?” Sukuna whispered huskily into Satoru’s neck, being granted with a shaky moan as Satoru clenched down on Sukuna’s three fingers currently opening him up.
Sukuna’s cocks both throbbed with need, hungry for any attention from anyone, but he ignored them in favor of moving to the other side of Satoru’s neck, licking the skin there while he added another finger to his second hole. Satoru now had four fingers in him, and all he did was moan and clench around them with need, his body rocking up into Sukuna’s as if he could magically make the fingers inside him bigger.
“Please,” Satoru muttered, his voice watery as tears nicked at the corners of his eyes, “please, Su- kuna, I’m ready.” Sukuna wonders if he should torture the man a little bit longer, drag this out until the other man is truly begging for himーor, until he takes matters into his own hands and tries to swing on top of Sukuna. Although, the other man looks too out of it right now to control any situation, his eyes clenched tightly and his face slack.
After a few more minutes of this sweet abuse, he decides to grant the both of them some mercy, taking his fingers out of his holes as he finally stops licking at Satoru’s neck like a dog. Satoru makes a disapproving noise at the sudden emptiness, his eyes squinting open as he attempts to glare at Sukuna, his eyes watery but oh so blue. “Why’d you stop?” The words came out slightly slurred, and it never fails to stun Sukuna how pliant the man becomes, fully trusting that Sukuna will take care of him as he loses himself to pleasure.
“I thought you were ready, starlight?” Sukuna from a few months ago would’ve cringed at the sudden soft words, but Satoru has unlocked desires from within Sukuna that he never knew were possible, and it was futile to avoid doing and saying what he truly wanted to. Satoru loves it, too, if the blinding smiles during less heated times, and the quiet moan during more heated times was anything to go by. Sukuna loves being soft with him, and Satoru loves it back.
Satoru finally processes the question, his head bobbing up and down quickly, his breaths coming out in pants. “I am, I am, please, please, ‘kuna,” Satoru drags out the last syllables, his voice whiny. Sukuna shushes him, moving forward to place a light kiss on the parted lips, feeling the other man try his best to kiss him back.
“Alright, Satoru,” Sukuna says as he shifts them to be more comfortable, finally letting go of Satoru’s wrists in favor of planting a hand above the man’s head for balance as he shifts forward more. One hand cups Satoru’s face again, wiping away some of the fallen tears, while his two free hands shift down to his cocks, guiding them both into the two wanting holes. Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath as his cocks are enveloped in two warm, tight heats, one more slick than the other but both perfect. He moves forward until he’s bottomed out, coming to a stop for a moment.
Satoru’s head falls backwards as his mouth opens in a silent moan, his chest arching forward as he clenches down on the two appendages. Sukuna places some placating kisses around the man’s face as his two free hands now move to Satoru’s waist, lightly kneading the soft skin under his palms every few seconds. The two simply stayed there for a moment, the only sound around them being distant birds chirping and their matching labored breathing.
Once a quiet noise escaped from Satoru’s throat, his holes clenching around Sukuna again, the four-armed man knew it was time to move. He started slowly at first, pulling out before bottoming back in, his hips moving in small movements. As Satoru’s moans started to get louder and more frequent, Sukuna slowly sped up, his lips unconsciously moving back towards Satoru’s shoulders, his tongue tracing around the dip of his collarbone.
It wasn’t long until Sukuna was slamming into Satoru, his hips moving faster than any normal person’s could, spurred on by the sweet sounds escaping the man under him. Satoru’s arms had migrated up to clutch around Sukuna’s back, his perfect nails digging into Sukuna’s back, clutching at the skin and likely leaving scratchesーones that Sukuna won’t use RCT on. When Satoru moans like he’s getting close, Sukuna slows down, delaying the inevitable release for the both of them. Satoru whines at this, but Sukuna knows he loves it, loves when Sukuna takes control of both of their orgasms.
Sukuna starts his quick pace back up again shortly, but this time, he brings a new factor into their dance. He leans down so their torsos are only inches apart, their chests meeting every time Satoru arches, and Sukuna slowly opens his stomach mouth, his tongue lolling out and meeting its mark immediately. The appendage wraps around Satoru’s cock, sticking the end slightly into the tip of it before moving down to swirl around the cock, making the appendage slick with spit.
Sometimes, Sukuna plasters their chests together so he can suck Satoru’s cock into his stomach mouth as his cocks stretch Satoru’s holes, but he has limited hip motion when he does that. So, he often stays close enough that his tongue can move around the cock while his hips can still move in full and swift motions. Satoru loves both ways of the other dismantling him, but selfishly Sukuna enjoys this way most, as it allows him to see the full range of Satoru’s reactions.
As soon as Sukuna’s tongue makes contact with Satoru’s cock, the man’s blue eyes startle open, his back arching as he attempts to get closer to the feeling. He lets out a sob as he drops back down, his face contorted in the utmost pleasure, his voice raw and his noises loud. The hands on Sukuna’s back dig into his skin, resulting in an intoxicating sting that Sukuna drinks in. The man’s legs kick out once in an involuntary jolt, before resettling back on Sukuna’s waist, trying in vain to bring them closer together as if they could fuse into one powerful, pleasure-filled being.
Sukuna knows the man is close, and the orgasm he has been battling this entire time is becoming too much to ignore, so he knows he only has a few more seconds to bring Satoru the utmost pleasure. He captures the plush lips in a kiss, drinking in the deep moans as he sucks on Satoru’s tongue, the taste of pre-cum on Sukuna’s stomach tongue settling in the back of his throat. His entire being is consumed by Satoru, and Satoru is entirely full of Sukunaーa degree more and they would become one.
“I love you,” Sukuna says as he feels himself reach his peak, his hips moving rapidly without abandon as he comes, filling the man below him with all he has, “love you, Satoru.”
“Lo- love you, Suku- ah!” Satoru breaks off into a moan that quickly becomes silent as he reaches his peak, his cum filling Sukuna’s stomach mouth, being swallowed by the pink-haired man. The two of them curl into each other in their pleasure, losing all grace and sense as their bodies are overwhelmed with pleasure. They pant into each other’s mouths, not focusing on anything but each other and their own pleasure, the world falling away behind them.
Sukuna’s head falls down as he slowly comes down from his high, his face tucking into the still-sweaty skin of Satoru’s neck. He places a kiss there, a drawn out one that he doesn't want to break, before backing up to look down at Satoru’s face. The man looks completely and utterly relaxed of everything, his eyes closed in remaining bliss as his mouth stays open, his breath slowing down as they rest.
“You are magnificent, Satoru,” Sukuna says in almost a whisper, one of his hands moving a strand of white hair out of his face. Satoru’s mouth shifts into a smile at that, one of his eyes peaking open to look at Sukuna. He looks so beautiful, Sukuna thinks, as always.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Satoru says, and it causes Sukuna to snort in disbelief, before a laugh tumbles out of his lips. The white-haired man quickly followed in his laughter, their matching glee unable to be contained within their small bubble, traveling out into the forest around them.
They need to clean up soon, Sukuna knows, but he allows them both to lay here for a minute longer. Satoru seems to agree with this, for he brings Sukuna down for a short, sweet kiss, before simply lying back, a content sigh escaping his mouth as Sukuna falls forward too, laying on the man as the two bask in the afterglow.
I will never forget this for as long as I lives, Sukuna thinks, and he knows in his soul that it’s true.