Sweet Sati

 "…because it feels like you're working against me.", Naoya listens to Getou losing his temper as his own existence becomes apparent again. 

"We're going to go about this my way now since Zenin has forgotten how to lead. I cannot believe they both got away...how fucking careless can one be?",

Shuffling noises suggest that Getou has had his fill of this conversation but Naoya lies there in the medical bed to overhear whats being said while he gathers his senses.

He now hears Choso, "Her abilities were greatly unexpected…I've actually never seen anything like that before.", and understands that the being must be debriefing Getou about how Gojo and Elska were nowhere to be found.

"…and when I found them..."

Naoya quietly wheezes with worry over Getou finding out exactly why his guard was lowered enough to cause this colossal mishap.

"She was actively demonstrating submissive qualities towards Naoya so I have doubt that she meant to harm him, due to her remorse. Perhaps she's still learning. He's still the best choice if we want her to be willing in my opinion."

Naoya sighs and wipes his sweaty forehead as he silently screams, 'SHIT...thank you Choso...', closing his eyes in relief with the knowledge that Getou would surely snap if he knew the truth.

'That's right though!', the last thing Naoya clearly remembers is Elska and how sublime he felt inside of her.

"Elska...", he whispers lovingly to himself not even realizing his smile.

Thanks to that whole weird ordeal, Naoya feels like he was finally able to show her what his words and actions always seemed to fail to convey. He wants to be with her and wants her to desire to be his.

'What a peculiar little minx...'

Naoya's amber eyes widen when he suddenly remembers more.

He recalls reaching for her as she lunged towards Gojo and Choso, understanding that she wasn't familiar with the powerful being. She made that demonic sound again and then her wings were running underneath her skin.

Naoya's hands jump to his chest to feel for the deep lacerations that were inflicted on him, frantically spreading his fingers in search for the creviced flesh.

'Choso must have healed me…', in the deepest parts of his mind he can almost hear Elska cry for him; the haunting sound reverberating through his skull.

"HELP HIM!! Please!"

'How did this even become?', Naoya originally thought that it was a chemical attraction being how her scent influences him heavily but even now as he lies there in his defeated state and scentless, he's aware that she's often on his mind.

'It's definitely her.', he traces back to the night in the park where he couldn't keep his hands off of her, nor distance in between, 'She's the one for me.' Naoya sighs to this as his thoughts trail off into some made up scenarios involving them that often occupy his down time.

"I just said that we're going to do it my way Choso."

Naoya's benignancy mutates, 'By his way he doesn't mean…', and with this, Naoya sits himself up in the bed and prepares for the degrading and deserved rulings that are likely soon to be thrown at him. He fucked up bad. His body is sore from being so still for who knows how long and when his feet swing to the floor, he notes that he's in briefs instead of his traditional pants but shrugs as he admires their comfort before continuing.

 "At this point I could care less if she's willing. I'm thinking I should impregnate the whore just to make sure she's fucking worth all of this shit.", Getou rarely makes eye contact with Choso but this is one of the few occasions where he does, allowing extreme emphasis on the shortened threads of his patience. His dark brown eyes are layered by angry brows that lower down to a scowl, he's absolutely had enough of these failures, "I don't even want her but I know how to make the bitch useful."

Naoya is walking to the same part of the room, no longer divided by a pull over curtain,"The minx is mine."

He's not meaning to sound as territorial as he does so in an effort to correct his tone, "On behalf of the Zen-…" Naoya's words are silenced by the crushing weight of Getou's technique, which is manipulation and concentration of gravity. An invisible spherical outline shows only through the damage of solid-state matter as Naoya's body is compressed between the floor and the force. The cracking tile that lies beneath him shows to be shallow on the sides, the depth of the force crushing into his ribs. The Zenin grunts as he struggles, wanting to give Getou the impression that he's unable to escape and at his mercy.

"I'm going to give you one more…and I mean one more chance to secure her Zenin. If you fail, I will have to take her for myself seeing as she would be too much for you to handle. I don't give a fuck what your clan says after that, you will not be rewarded for my work." Getou's glaring down at Naoya in hopes the man understands that all words said were meant.

"Then I'll fuck her in front of both of you for the fun of it. Ahhhh to screw back all of my stressors as they've screwed me..." A small grin appears on Suguru's face as he egotistically finds himself to be a wordsmith. He laughs before turning to Choso, dumbly expecting reinforcement from the statue of a man, to which he receives none. "You're no fun Choso."

Now bored, Getou releases the technique from Naoya and goes to turn for the door. "I have the perfect seal for our birdie. She won't be able to hurt you anymore little sweet Naoya.", and with this, Getou leaves them.

Naoya is irritatingly brushing the broken floor from his shirtless shoulders and back once he stands up, discoloration beginning to form over his abdomen where the focus of the overly dense atmosphere was just devastating his body. He looks to Choso, "Are you actually going to help him??" The Zenin's demeanor is collected again but the anxiety in his chest forms as he waits for the verdict as to how the being is going to handle this. Naoya's never thought to truly oppose Getou's plans but he finds himself not trusting the outcome; not trusting that he would still receive her.

"I am going to help those that I feel deserve to be helped.", Choso blankly stares at Naoya with his response, meaning perfectly well to be cryptic. The being relaxes his stance at this time though, as if he's just now physically responding to Getou's absence. He let's his hair down from a single messy bun, black wavy locks falling around his face while Naoya's eyes train on him for any subtle clues of his allegiance.

Naoya notices that Choso almost seems completely unbothered by the situation thus creating an entirely new pool of apprehension.

"What the fuck kind of answer is that?!", Naoya's frustration builds as he was hoping for a clear indicator for Choso's game plan in all of this. Choso obviously helped Toji with freeing Gojo and keeping Elska but the words Naoya heard him speak to Getou before getting up made it seem like the being already has his strategies laid out and for Getou.

"I'm not letting that sick fuck get his hands on her, she is to be my fucking wife!", the bass in the Zenin's voice vibrates rapidly as his point is made to the hybrid being. He's still not meaning to sound as childish as he currently is but he can't help but feel others are zeroing in on her, 'Not to mention she's back with fucking Gojo…and what of Toji?' Naoya's mental rambles refocus when Choso asks a salient question.

"So...Naoya...", the being tucks hair behind his ear and blushes, "...what exactly were you doing with Elska Oda before you were injured? I don't understand the actions but I saw that you attached to her somehow and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed watching. It was...kinda nice."

Choso's never formed such a long statement to him before and the randomness of the being's deflective querying subsides Naoya's rage as he pieces the meaning together.

"She sounded so lovely but it didn't seem like a song...could that have been singing?"

"Attached?", Noaya snickers but raises a perplexed eyebrow and can't help but ask, "Choso...are you messing with me right now?", but the insulted expression blanketing the being's face construes the bigger picture.

"I never make messes with you, Naoya, you don't like messes. Please be serious with me for I am genuinely intrigued. I've not felt that way before..."

"Choso...", Naoya's tone softens with masculine sympathy.

"And something happened to my...you know...thingy..."

A suppressed chuckle squeaks in Naoya's throat over the elementary explanation but at the same time, is completely stunned.

Choso doesn't understand what sex is.

Naoya is for once left speechless but stutters out a long winded, "Howwwww?" He looks the being over, muddled by this discovery but the more he stares, the more he can see the mind of the old being reliving the scene. It's not until Choso absentmindedly tugs at his thingy for relief but upon seeing it, Naoya's eyes angrily dart back to the being's face.

"If you touch yourself to that thought again, Choso, I swear to God I will rip your fingers off and shove them up your ass.", though a small part of Naoya wants to laugh at this ridiculous new information about his cohort , he also feels he need to remain firm on this stance with the sexual stuff.

'How the fuck does the oldest guy in the room not know what sex is?'

Lovemaking, copulating, intercourse, the ol' snake in the pond.

'Hold the fuck up.', a rancorous conclusion submits its life into his brain, 'Is Choso being turned on by her or me?!' Naoya doesn't honestly want to know. 'It better not be because of her…OR ME…fuck that's weird...'

"Do you just like putting things in people, Naoya? I know you have…what did Getou call them…kinks...", Choso produces this last genuine question before receiving his first friendly slap.

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"There has to be a better solution than you two fighting to the death...", Elska's expression is still pensive as she continues, "Can we please try to work this out the best we can? I am still yours Sati…", her face now frowns, "…but I'm afraid Toji is going to have to feed from me. It would be in everyone's best interest if he does." It takes all of her courage to not break the eye contact she's holding with Satoru, attempting to own up to the mess she feels she has single-handedly created. The abhorrence in his face tells her everything she needs to know.

The decently large mauve room begins to shrink. She feels so heavy with the stark proposition she's forming but honestly doesn't have a choice but to mediate this with the route everything was currently heading.

Satoru feels his grimace form as he listens to her vaguely insinuate that she's going to be giving some of herself to Toji.

'How much of herself is that exactly?'

"I don't give a fuck about him love and neither should you.", Gojo switches his glare to Toji wanting to tear his throat open and hang him upside down so he'd drown in his own blood. Satoru would replace the rug, hell he would go find them an entirely new apartment again and start fresh.

'God that would be good…will be good.'

He's curious to see if Toji's sudden silence over him being truthful to Elska has anything to do with using it to enforce a place in their lives, 'Would that Zenin cunt try to blackmail me?'

Elska turns to Toji as she cautiously ignores Satoru's opinion, "Toji, if I allow you to feed from me you'll have to accept that I will only feed from and be intimate with Sati..." Her eyes brim with sadness as she can only imagine how much that hurts the giant and how he'll suffer trying to break the ritual he just became familiar with needing. Toji is so new to this. She's responsible for him having the instinctual drive to begin with and now she's cutting him off from what should be his natural right with her, for them.

A small part of her, the master, weeps within as she sternly begins to weave some form of truce between the two men.

"I made him this way Sati, I have to at least take responsibility for that.", a sentence that inadvertently causes Toji's new presence to shrink.

Satoru still isn't having it but enjoys seeing Toji's reaction to her fixed stance of declaration to being his woman.

With a darkening expression, Toji's aura bounces back and increases in intensity shortly after internalizing the information and is clearly upset with this decision that he hasn't a say in.

"I'm not so sure that I trust him enough to just go along with this, love.", Satoru is looking to Elska, back to her tousled appearance and observing that she's wearing one of her old, cheap slips.

Why not one of his? Insecurity breaches.

Gojo breaks a glance to the couch and takes in how much it's moved across the room; scuff marks trailing behind the rubber feet. He grinds his teeth as his mind plays out a similar scenario to the truth, he's all but sure until he spots a torn, frayed piece of her underwear. Satoru's rage designed for Toji exhibits back on his face, "You fucking forced yourself on her…", his voice lowering and sky blue energy pooling around him, "…and then you fed like a fucking animal?!" He's feels violated for Elska and balances over the idea of killing once more, "The fucking audacity."

She's watching as some would say the inevitable unfolds. Satoru is not being as cooperative as she was hoping although she doesn't blame him one bit. She's asking her boyfriend to share her for something as intimate as feeding, knowing exactly how utterly delightful the act is. Toji isn't making any moves but his energy is becoming alarming concentrated leaving her to wonder if he would even understand how to control it fully with this ability being so new. As Satoru nears Toji she understands she's going to have to make good on her previous threat.

Elska tilts her head upwards slightly and lets out a bellowing hell screech that burns the ears of all inside the close quarters. Her skin begins to crawl as the metal blades take form along the new bones and slice their way out of her back, creating a heavy gust as the full expansion is realized. She's mindful to not strike the men but her reach dances inches from their bodies as she tyrannizes her ability to physically harm them. Satoru stops immediately, his sigh sounding annoyance to being restrained from his yearning of bloodshed and his heated eyes take to her as she once again defends the pathetic piece of shit that is the source for all of his current hatred.

"Love.", Gojo angrily seethes.

"Believe me Sati, I wouldn't allow excuses for his actions without reason but...it wasn't really Toji that attacked me but the beast I placed inside of him…" Her head lowers slightly as her words leave her, subconsciously wallowing in the pressure felt from her decisions. "He didn't stand a chance, the ritual…Toji, I'm so sorry that I did this to you!", she glances at him only to see that his silence is accompanied by dolor and streaks of anger. Elska's hands come together gently in front of her to grasps themselves as she wavers in emotion, fully comprehending that she's causing Toji pain that cannot be properly described.

Growling, Toji impulsively remarks, "Fuck this Elska! I…I actually need you…and that changes everything. We belong together, I am the ideal mate in this world for you and yet I'm left without a voice here…" The giant takes a deep breath as he tries to quell the wrath that's rising inside of him, wanting to sound more collected than he actually is. He looks to Gojo with narrowed eyes as he's readying his chest for his trump card, an almost invisible smirk forming.

There is no coming back from the Pandora's Box he is about to open but Gojo isn't going to fold easily and Toji needs the fucker to become scarce. He wants her to understand who the fuck that monster really is. Swallowing down his doubts, Toji trains his eyes to her to gauge her response.

"Doll...why don't you ask your sweet Sati about how he forced himself on you."

Toji holds his breath for a moment as he awaits the deterioration of her affection towards the pathological liar. Seconds pass but rather than anguish, her face only registers confirmation of bewilderment.

 "What are you talking about?", the sincere confusion paints Elska's expression as she automatically darts her eyes to Sati for an indication that Toji's just pulling this out of his ass. Her wings twitch simultaneously as she wants to brush the comment off but is instantly thrown back to her recent dreams.

She's had plenty of nightmares of being tied and held in various positions as this ominous man imposes pleasure upon her. The man seems so familiar that she can almost feel his name on the tip of her tongue as the eerily familiar scenes play out. Sometimes, right before she wakes up the dark figure morphs into Satoru and even though this has become fairly routine, the initial realization always leaves her temporarily shocked. After the awe of identification, she's floated by an uncanny flush of déjà vu that sends her into an abrupt awakening form her sleep.

'Those are just dreams…right?'

While she tries to apply logic to disarm her reservations, Satoru explodes in front of her, launching himself into Toji and pinning him into the floor with his fingers digging into his cheeks, threatening to crush his face.

"YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!", Satoru lashes out but then lowers his voice, "What have you done?!" He feels the bones composing Toji's face becoming compromised as his grip contracts further. His face mirrors a younger and more vicious Gojo as his eyes heed a darkened blue along with an inauspicious expression that craves the dismemberment of the man before him. He's surprised to see Toji gathering cursed energy and falters for a minute with hesitation before recollecting that he may be stronger now but Toji's still incapable of directly harming him. He hears Elska yelling for him to stop but he can't.

All of the work he's laid into his life with her, all of the effort he's placed in himself to become better…none of it will matter if she knows the truth.

Toji shoots a burst of his energy into Gojo's head which is deflected by the infinity although that's not to attest for Toji's lack of strength, he is incredibly enhanced now even more so than before. Toji continues to hurl shot after shot into Gojo as the silver-haired man falls deeper out of control for the destruction.

After sadistically relishing in Toji's fruitless barrage, Satoru's satisfied enough to finally blow his brains out all over the immediate vicinity. He licks his lips and lets out a deep throaty chuckle as he forms his own dynamic sphere of energy, gouging Toji's eyes with his own gaze. Toji begins to strain underneath him as their bodies are slightly lifted off of the floor for a second.

Gojo's menacing composure fades for a moment as the recognition meets his mind; Toji might be able to produce wings now too. His darkened eyes widen as he hastily brings his energized hand underneath Toji's chin, planning to shoot it through his jaw and out his skull before he figures out how to release the hypothetical flaps. Right as he's about to unleash the attack though, Satoru feels himself collapsing, buckling and crying out in an salacious tone.

Elska successfully holstered Satoru's back as he was lowered to the ground. She wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his shoulders before wedging her face in his neck, piercing him.

All of Gojo's previous hypertonicity fades with each suckle as she spreads the warmth through him, causing him to become lost in the sensation and close his eyes to inadvertently breathe heavily over Toji.

Once she feels Satoru relax enough, she jerks her head upwards and yells, "Run Toji, please." She feels the man in her grasp immediately regain form, his attention split between the two of them as if not being sure which action he would rather continue. Elska's not sure how to feel about Toji in this moment but can't ignore the force in her that is heavily invested in his living.

The part of her that is obligated to protect him.

Toji is partially pinned at the legs as Gojo wantonly melts in place to her sudden bite, a predicament that not even the famous silver shaman has a known way of fighting against. She screams again for him to leave immediately which sends Toji's heart plummeting, 'She is supposed to be running to me by now. Why can't I ever win with this?!' The look in her eyes is serious as she lowers her head to sink into Gojo again but he hasn't the desire to run.

Why should he have to leave her? They are now bound by unseeable means; they are a lone pair in this life that deserves to be explored and experienced. His scrambling thoughts are disrupted by a moan from Gojo that makes him feel nauseous. That fucking cock is being gifted by her right on top of him.

Toji snarls and flinches with the reflexive instinct to get Gojo while the getting is good but Elska lifts her head from Gojo's neck to face him one more time and commands him to leave. Toji, knowing that she's desperately trying to subdue Gojo for his sake decides to swiftly oblige and resolves to return to her in the evening.

"I will be back for you, doll.", Toji quickly states while observing her relief once he gathers his legs from beneath Gojo's nearly overlapping posture on him.

Her breaths begin to quicken as he reaches the door and then a quiet whimper leaves Elska, forcing Toji to turn around to see the process begin between the two. He knows what is about to go down with them.

Like always...

'But...', a vengeful smirk forms, '...maybe not.' Toji and her have this new unspoken kinship that he knows is not unrequited, she definitely feels it too. He reluctantly watches his creator drink in another as they begin to dissolve into each other.

'Enjoy it while you can fucker...things will be different now.', Toji's last thought before leaving the sickening scene behind him.

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 "…Sati…st-…don't fucking fight me right now!", Elska's wrestling with his back trying to remain in control until she's sure Toji has had enough time to run and figure out some options. She's mumbling into his neck as he's starts to thrash about beneath her, not realizing that he's trying to roll over, not throw her off.

"Sati!!! Don't mo-!", she calls out to him to remain the way he is but he finally found his leverage in rotating his orientation below her. As soon as he's on his back his arms quickly snatch her wrists while she skirmishes her stance into straddling him. The first vision of his face is that of a glare, one of which he knows she used her bite against him to save Toji.

"Fucking saving Toji again?! Seriously love?!"

"What was I supposed to do? You won't stop trying to kill him!", she responds to his look verbally confirming what he was thinking to be true, her agitation for him clear. He gestures his body to sit up but she counteracts him by lifting her weight with her thighs and slamming back into his pelvis, "Can you please stop fighting me Sati?"

The impact to his groin doesn't hurt too much, it's actually just enough force to thoroughly excite him however. She's flailing her arms, attempting to make him let go of her wrists with the uncomfortable jerking motions but he does not.

"Sati! Why are yo-...", but when her eyes trail over to his face in search for a better understanding, she witnesses the birth of a grin as he juts his hips up into her. She feels a solid mound pushing the cloth of his pants into her bare area underneath the slip. 'Is he…'

"Really love because it seems all you do lately is fight me, whether you know it or not...", Gojo turns his head to the side briefly as he lets out more disappointment than he intended to.

She rendered him useless to allow Toji time to escape, how was he supposed to feel?

'What is Toji to her? Could he really be an ideal mate now that he's like her?'

Satoru can't help but wonder if perhaps she's in need of a reminder as to why he is her man in the first place. He lets his eyes wander down to her perking breasts that sit unrestricted inside the stretched-out gown, ignoring the dried blood still residing on her soft skin.

Gojo really doesn't give a fuck if Toji recently had her or not, that's hardly a deterrent but the mere mention of this reminds him of how fucking sexy she was while taking Naoya. His lips subtly part for air when the rapid flooding of blood to his lower half prompts him squeeze his hold on Elska's wrists. His teeth pull at his bottom lip which subsequently lure his eyes back to hers.

"We clearly have a lot to discuss Sati…", she feels the change in him as he now looks at her with expectancy of some sort, interrupting her train of thought as this sight of him causes a rush of stimulation to shoot through her. She takes their arms and holds them widely apart as she leans down inches away from his face, "…and I'm going to want the truth," gently nudging her nose into his, "I deserve to know it."

He winces to her words, proving to her that Toji wasn't simply stirring the pot. Whatever it is, she was sure it would provide an explanation for the friend's shattered dynamic and to what wedges in between them.

'What could it be?'

She knows it deals with her as well.

"Before that though my sweet Sati...", she kisses him deeply and exhales through her nose, his eyes lighting up as she grinds herself against him, "…I think you need to be reminded as to why I am yours." She kisses him again, this time heavily with passion as he releases her arms and reassigns his own to different holding areas. His right hand now grips her hip as he anchors her there, his left hand holding the back of her head and pulling her down towards him. She slips her tongue into his mouth whimpering prematurely as their lips continue to collide. She can only mewl to the rhythm of their clothed bodies playing into each other like a 16th century masterpiece; each having the knowledge of the other's requests and the ability to meet the demands effortlessly.

"Elska, my love…" his voice is hoarse as he's nearly forcing a whisper, "I need you too, you know." With these words he sends an open palm through the air to smack her left thigh playfully. The way she jumps on him and whines initiates his own jumping beneath her. As he grows, he joyously rubs her with his bulge, her pressing against him as he rolls his hips.

"You are mine after all...", he leans upward, wrapping her into his arms as he scoots himself to the right and bends his legs on the floor to get them underneath him. When he stands upright, he's still cradling her as she securely wraps around his waist. Satoru fumbles a few times over towards that same couch, his need to conquer her in the fluids of the enemy leading him with depravity. Their tongues intertwine and she raises herself over him, cupping his face with both of her hands.

As she stares into his mystical eyes, she gathers where he's heading though for some reason, it's not distressing. To convey this response, she begins to hurriedly remove her slip overhead, tugging at the areas where Satoru's arms were unintentionally locking it in place.

'God…This man…', fueling her drive to be as close to him as possible. When he backs his legs up to the couch and plops down, she's immediately yanking at his shirt before leaning back and opening her legs further to reach the fasteners of his pants. She sits over his lap, raised on her knees as he joins in and fumbles with the clothing clumsily.

Gojo's heart races when he looks up at her naked body, taking in every freckle, scar, mole…all of it. An intense mania for the woman in his arms prevails through pure desperation as for an instant it's not lust related at all. The incalculability of his love for her is entirely overwhelming, even he will admit.

"Get that pussy ready love...", he hums while awkwardly shimmying down his shaman pants to his knees, that being enough for what they needed in the moment. As she remains perched and bare over him, he pumps himself slowly with his right hand. She watches him hungrily and then switches back to meet his gaze every so often, her lack of shame thoroughly stimulating him. After a few minutes of teasing, she demonstrates his favorite needy behaviors, urging him to send his left hand between her thighs to massage that second favorite smile of his.

'She's wet as fuck!', he grins to himself but relays, "So fucking beautiful.", being brought to the charming view of her head throwing back to sing to his touch.

'My Elska.'

When his fingers graze her core, her body instantly heats up, "mmmm…it's happe-…Sati…!"

She's trying to communicate that her pheromones are boiling over inside of her, raging to take this man whole. She has always had a natural affinity for him and not just aesthetically either, she was drawn to the immense obscurity within him. Elska's feelings are only stronger now that she can confirm that side of him is real.

It dangerous, he's dangerous…

And she loves it. The pain left in her body prior subsides as the brewing release rises inside.

Gojo pulls her down by her nape, navigating her as he starts kissing her neck, occasionally nipping and sucking spots as he debates marking her.

'My Elska.'

Her soft moans turn into irregular small gasps as she feels herself radiating heat, questioning how he's still comfortable holding a furnace. She feels him smile into her neck as he takes two fingers and inserts them slowly. The constriction in her chest tightens as she feels Satoru hook into her, consciously angling himself to graze the spots that always make her liquefy. Between the building pheromones and Satoru's skillful digits she's shelled with sensation overload. Elska squeezes her eyes shut as the release spills over her metaphorical edges; the pressure winding through her core and guiding a loud whimper of sexual desperation as the wave sets off around her.

"Mmmm love...', he's still pumping himself with his right hand while deeply inhaling that outstanding scent. He never needs the encouragement from her biological fail safe, his dick will throb for her any day or night; sometimes all it takes is a single look from her.

There was actually a time in the past where the release bothered him but only because he apprehensively worried that her returning affections were due to this and not true feelings. 

'I was such an insecure dumb fuck then, she unquestionably loves me!'

He undeniably loves her.

His internal rant is brought to a close as their eyes meet, hers now radiantly glowing maroon. He brushes his left hand from her thigh to her hips so he could pull her a little closer as she's on her knees, over top of him. When she's where he wants her, he brings his right hand and member to her folds, spreading her juices and rubbing it in between and circling his tip into her clitoris.

He loves watching his head disappear into her lips as he firmly rubs her, slipping a few instances and shooting up between her cheeks behind…which he finds fucking hot as well.

He'll rub her anywhere with it but knows better than to try his luck right now.

Satoru looks up at her with half lidded eyes and shifts his left arm out with the palm open. When he brings it down to smack her ass again, she squirms on him and yells out seductively.

"I fucking missed you so much love.", he finds they both pant a little to these tiny ministrations and the arousal building within him stiffens him unbearably further. Gojo guides her onto him with his left hand, her thighs surrendering her weight and she slowly lowers herself.

"Oh fuck Elska…", Satoru is almost breathless as her warmth engulfs him. She rests her arms around his neck and shoulders for support, him happily bearing her weight. They both share their reactions to the experience of him bottoming out within her. She gasps above him and clenches some of his hair as both of his hands lie on her thighs, facilitating her support as he raises his hips in the air; wanting to be as close to her as humanly possible.

He wants to bury himself in her so deeply that she would think they're conjoined.

His hands are traveling up her abdomen and to her breasts, caressing them as he sighs to their small perfection. She's vivaciously bouncing on him now and he moans loudly once feeling her currents that magnetize him.

'She's soooooooo fucking slippery...', He prides himself while watching his shining shaft becoming lost within her, feeling her walls constrict when she settles on him fully every so often. His left hand leaves her chest and cups her cheek while she continues to ride him fluently, him admiring the way her body sounds when striking his own. Her lone breast springs slightly to the impact of their love which drives him even further into his hunger, the scent stirring in his lungs. Gojo brings his mouth to it as he caresses her nipple with his tongue, not wanting it to feel left out. He then bites his lower lip again as he tilts his head upwards to meet her eyes. Her face is flushed and her brow furrowed as she gasps and whines above him. He nudges his thumb into her mouth making her close around to suck it, her moans being held hostage in her throat. He adjusts his wrists so that he can slowly push in and out of her mouth a few times, her teeth casually grazing him as she's overcome with his girth inside of her.

"So fucking sexy…", he groans and glorifies while she entertains him in these two orifices and allowing his compliments to stoke the fire that was already burning too hot. She misses this, the desire to let completely loose.

No man loves her like Satoru and she loves no other like him.

His face has completely softened but with the heavy shade of longing. She grabs the wrist of his hand that's in her mouth and slowly pulls it out while hollowing her cheeks, ripping a sigh from him while she lands on him twice with extra umph, moaning to how good he feels.

"Mmmm sexy, huh? I'll give you a reason to say that again…", she soothes lowly at him as she sways her body to stand over his knees. He looks a little confused at first as if he's waiting to see where she's going to direct him to so he leans forward.

"Sati, stay just like that", she winks to the role play switch, him recognizing the command and then shivers pleasantly to her domineering tone.

She rotates her body around while he anticipates her next move but becomes a smiling mess when she lowers herself back onto his lap but in the reverse position.

"My love…", Satoru whines caringly as she sits upright and guides herself over his erection, "Bring that ass right here."

His lips meet parts of her shoulder blades and upper back before he reclines into the couch cushion. Her feet lie beside his hands and he thinks to latch onto her ankles but decides he would rather fondle instead.

He feels her bracing herself on his knees, moving the bundled parts of his pants from his skin. As he's watching himself being slung in and out of her, he uses his right hand to center around his base to direct it which makes her riding all the easier. Her gasps and moans centralize his focus as he joins her in the chorus of their song.

"Fuck…mmmmmm…love...", Gojo's noticing how excited she's still becoming as he glides through her walls that occasionally threaten to squeeze him in two. He places his left hand on her hips and begins to rock himself into her as she comes down, making her cry out in pleasure. While watching his beauty take him in, he sits there at her perfect mercy but becomes restless at the thought of not being able to see her face.

Observing her through an orgasm is one of his favorite hobbies.

'I'll just have to hear more then.', he smiles to himself as he brings his other thumb to his mouth. Once he coats it, he aims his hand around her hips but gently begins to rub his thumb over her second entrance. Her sudden noises of surprise entice him further as he can tell she's not refusing.

"Yeah love? You like that don't you...", he slides his thumb into her rear while she continues to ride him but with increased intensity; he feels clenching from both areas.

"That's right...just take it...", his voice is almost wicked as he hums it to her, sending it in in past the first knuckle as she gradually accepts him more.

His sexy little Elska.

With him manipulating everything but her mouth Elska feels like she is about to be completely spent as she nears her end with her boyfriend for the first time in months. She's grateful of his assisting her with his hips as she's being overrun with bliss, moaning so loudly and constantly that the natural indicator was beginning to wreck her throat that was already battered. She throws her head back as she makes her last depression onto him before crying out in felicity, "Ahh! Sati!"

Gojo feels her muscles convulsing as she cums around him, giving him that last edge before releasing the tightened spiral in his own groin as well.

"Fuuuuuck", he breathlessly forces out as he removes his thumb from her to allow that hand to join the other on her hips, pulling her down into him as his member jumps inside of her and paints her walls with his existence.

They both pant heavily, covered in thin layers of sweat as they regain their awareness of the world around them. She leans back into his chest limply as he wraps his arms around her, them still being connected. With his face being pressed into her shoulder he begins to kiss the area adoringly, closes his eyes and regulates his breathing patterns.

"I love everything about you Sati, everything..."

'Shit.'

Gojo unfasten and lock to her as he feels her twist in his arms to face him. He hasn't even fully receded from the post orgasmic sensations when he fears she really isn't going to let what Toji said go.

"Love...wait..."

Elska removes herself from his lap to beside him, them both wincing at the overstimulation of him sliding out. She cups his face with her right hand and leans into him while sitting on her knees on the cushion, still gasping for air. After landing a quick but sensual kiss to his lips, Elska pulls back to hover her face in front of his.

"Please...you don't understand...Toji is jus-..."

"Sati…", her tone tantalizing all while being nearly inaudible, "I think you would be surprised by my reaction if you'd only tell me what's really going on."