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He was utterly annoying to say the least. His arrogance was just as obvious as his snowy white hair, styled in a way that’s messy on purpose. Perhaps he wore those shades at night to hide his insecurities.
At least that’s what Suguru Geto assumed about him from across the room.
“Suguru, stop staring at him. You’re literally embarrassing me.” Utahime elbowed him in his side to get the black haired male’s attention. Geto glared down at her and then huffed, broad chest rising and falling dramatically.
“I mean look at him. He just radiates being snobby. Like a brat.” he told his friend as he brought his glass to his lips. Utahime rolled her big eyes and shrugged.
“Go talk to him. Dance with him maybe. Those hips look dangerous.” she smirked, polishing off the rest of her glass before walking off to the dance floor. Geto watched her before his eyes wandered (on their own of course) to where the white haired man was, only to be surprised that he was looking back. A big smirk was plastered on those lips that Geto was now determined to taste.
The other made the first move, sauntering over to Geto in big strides and only then did Geto realize that the pompous asshole was slightly taller than him. Even worse.
“Couldn’t help but feel your stare from across the room. Some might call it my Six Eyes or maybe you’re just super obvious. Wanna dance?’ he asked, voice as slick and warm as honey. His patronizing expression never left his face. He didn’t really give Geto an option by grabbing his hand and using the strength Geto didn’t expect him to have to drag him to the dancefloor. The bass of the music rumbled through Geto’s chest even more so along with the pumping of his own heart.
“My name’s Satoru Gojo. Satoru is fine though.” he leaned down to speak into Geto’s ear and Geto had to refrain from just yanking Satoru’s head back by his stupidly soft looking hair just to show him what he was getting himself into.
But Utahime was right. His hips were dangerous. Downright sinful. He knew how to move them to entice Geto and the outfit he had on wasn’t helping. A deep purple poorly cropped crop top that revealed his lower abs and black jeans that accentuated his V-line and thighs. Geto placed his big hands on the exposed skin of his waist, wanting to feel as much of Satoru as he could. He was warm under Geto’s touch.
“Suguru Geto. You haven’t earned the first name use yet.” he smirked as Satoru licked his already glossy lips. He desperately wanted to claim those pouty lips. He’d blame all these thoughts on the alcohol even if he only did have two drinks.
“I don’t really see myself calling you anything other than the formalities, Geto-san.” the other purred directly in Geto’s ear, hot tongue swiping along the flesh. Geto growled lowly and moved his hand from Satoru’s waist to the side of his neck, rubbing the sweaty skin with his thumb. He could feel more heat radiate off Satoru with that.
“Sensitive here are we?” Geto asked, pulling Satoru closer by his hips. Satoru let out a quiet whimper and looked away from him.
“Don’t play such games with me. I’ll make you addicted to me, Geto-san.”
“Is that a promise, Satoru?” his breath was warm against his ear, returning the kitten lick to the skin, pulling a needy whine from Gojo. The long haired male clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I don’t like whiners.” Gojo pulled back with what Geto assumed was a genuine smile.
“Then I guess you won’t like me. Unless you’re willing to put in the work.” Gojo placed his long arms over Geto’s broad shoulders as they danced. Geto chuckled, tilting his head to the side a little.
“Don’t tell me you’re a pillow princess.” he half teased. Geto actually loved pillow princesses. He loved the way they laid there and took everything he gave them without complaint. He loved the tears in their eyes when they begged him for more. Fuck. I’m so fucking hard, Geto thought, grinding his hips into Gojo’s.
“Even if I am, you’d still wanna hit. You’re so hard, Geto-san. I can feel it.” his voice was almost a purr, sultry and enticing. Gojo was right though. Geto wanted to hit…so bad.
“I didn’t drive here.”
“I did. I don’t drink,” Gojo wasn’t even tipsy and he was this needy. Geto thought he might combust. “I hope that’s not like a turn off or something.” he laughed softly and it reminded Geto of a sunset on the beach as ridiculously cheesy as that sounded.
“No, it’s not. It’s anything but. It means you don’t need anything to have a good time. It’s refreshing actually,” Geto admitted, cupping his jaw gently so his thumb could brush under Gojo’s eye. “But I think it would be way more refreshing if you took off these sunglasses.” Gojo flinched slightly and it made Geto pull his whole hand away.
“The lights in here are too much for my eyes. Let’s go outside anyway, I need some air.” he took Geto’s hand and dragged him outside much like he did to get him on the dancefloor. The cooler air hit them hard but it was welcomed.
Out here, they could really look at each other. Geto’s hair was much longer than Gojo had realized. It was almost past his pecs which looked outstanding in such a tight shirt. He had multiple silver and black jewelry and black gauges in each ear. He’s stunning, Gojo couldn’t find any other words to describe him. Geto felt the same way about him. His hair was way whiter and his skin was paler than it had appeared inside the club. He didn’t seem so tall outside compared to how he was towering over others inside. He was very well built, not bulky, but lean with purpose. He took advantage of his natural androgyny with how he dressed and his combination of soft and sharp features. But there was one thing Geto had yet to observe about him.
“Are you gonna show me your greatest secret now?” he asked curiously, leaning against the cold brick wall of the club. Gojo flashed a beautiful smile and nodded, hands reaching up to push the sunglasses atop his head. His fine white hair fell naturally, framing his face. And there they were. Two endless blue orbs staring back at him.
“They’re extremely sensitive to lights like the ones inside.” Gojo shrugged, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.
“Is it because of their color?” he asked, which was one of the questions Gojo was expecting. It was innocent and genuine.
“Ah, well…no,” he laughed awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s diabetic retinopathy. It makes my eyes super sensitive to like, everything.” he hated this part and he didn’t even expect to get into tonight either. Geto was quiet for a moment and it made Gojo’s chest get tight. There wasn’t really any other way to put it that didn’t make Gojo appear weak.
“So you’re diabetic? Is that also why you don’t drink?” Gojo was taken back, visibly flinching. “No no no. I’m just genuinely curious.” That’s why Gojo was surprised. No one had really asked about his disease in such an innocent tone as Geto did.
“Uh, yes, that’s why I don’t drink.” Geto moved closer, not touching Gojo but close enough where Gojo could smell his cologne and musk of the club. Gojo was sure he smelt the same.
“You’re suddenly so shy, Satoru. There’s no need to be. It makes you all the more refreshing,” he began to reach up to touch Gojo but stopped just as their skin was about to meet. Gojo had enough of this light and teasing game. He closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Geto’s. They were a little rougher than his own but were just as experienced. They fell into a steady rhythm as Geto had pushed him against the brick wall. Gojo was too hot to care about the wall. He hardly felt it. Geto’s hands were on Gojo’s waist, squeezing and dancing fingers. Gojo’s hands were on his shoulder, gripping his shirt. Once Geto rolled his hips into Gojo's, that's when he knew they had to go somewhere else.
“We can’t go to my place. Can we go to yours?” Gojo asked breathlessly, Geto taking the chance to pepper his neck with kisses.
“Yeah, anything you want. Can’t promise it’s clean though.” Geto replied in between kisses and that made Gojo’s knees weak. He loved getting anything he wanted. Gojo pushed his back by his chest with a small smirk.
“C’mon then.” The drive wasn’t as awkward as Gojo had feared. They made normal conversation in between Geto giving him verbal directions to his apartment. It was difficult for Gojo to not tell Geto everything about himself. Conversation flowed so easily it scared Gojo more than he wanted to admit. Although…he forgot a big detail to consider when he left the club. The name “RiRi” appeared on the screen of Gojo’s black Mercedes car. She was calling him probably to ask where he escaped to without saying anything. Gojo cursed quietly as he answered the call.
“Satoru, you dumb fuck. Where did you go? You know Mei Mei is terrible club company for me!” she yelled and Gojo turned down the volume. He glanced over at Geto and smiled apologetically. “Is Megumi okay? Did Yuiji-kun’s mom call?” she asked. Gojo cleared his voice before speaking.
“No. I found myself my own company, Shoko. Megumi is fine.”
“Oh okay good. I know he usually hates sleeping over at another house. But I figured Yuiji-kun’s was alright since they’re in the same class.” Gojo was tempted to drive his car off the road. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed of his son but he didn’t want to scare Geto away if he was just going to be a one-night-stand.
“Ah yes, Shoko. You are on speaker in my car...with my company.” The silence was louder than any alarm ever.
"Oh...okay, my bad. Enjoy, Satoru and be careful. I'm speaking to you, Company-san." Geto let out a hearty laugh and nodded although Shoko couldn't see him.
"Goodbye, Shoko. Call me if you need me." he hung up without another word and groaned dramatically. He glanced over at Geto to see that the male was already looking at him.
"So you have a kid?" was the first thing out of Geto's mouth. Gojo licked his lips nervously as he drove. "It's the building right here." he pointed to the building on their right. Luckily there was a spot in front that Gojo was able to parallel park in. He took pride in his own driving abilities.
"Yeah but it's more complicated than that. He's not my biological son. His real dad is a piece of shit and..." Gojo wasn't so sure if he wanted to say the rest but what were the odds he actually saw Geto again? So would telling him even matter? No. "His real dad left us and never returned. Megumi was too small to remember but he knows we're not related. He is very smart for a ten year old." Gojo chuckled, putting his car in park. He rested his head back as he looked at Geto again. The male looked like he was absorbing it all in, thin eyebrows furrowed. He spoke after a few second which felt like hours to Gojo.
"Yeah, he sounds like a piece of shit. Leaving a kid with you that's not even yours and it sounded like you lived together." Perhaps Geto was just speaking out loud but it made Gojo want to throw up with anxiety. Gojo leaned over the center console, kissing Geto's jaw to the edge of his lips.
"Doesn't matter. Can we go inside now?" he purred, desperately wanting to move on from the conversation. Geto thankfully took to that easily, hand coming up to cup Gojo's soft cheek to kiss him.
"Yeah. Anything you want, Satoru."
And they went inside, hands exploring each other as they went.