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[meguwumibear]

Can you write an nsfw for Togame coaching his s/o on giving him head for the first time?

"Atta girl. Just like that," Togame moans, carding his fingers gently through your hair. "Yeah, use your tongue for me. Get it nice and wet."

You do as you're told, sticking out your tongue to slowly lick down the underside of his veiny cock. Togame's legs shake at the sensation, already overwhelmed despite the fact you've only just gotten your mouth on him.

"Balls too," he instructs, mindful of his grip on you. It's meant to be coaching, coaxing, not punishing.

He holds his cock upright while you lave along his sack, taking his left nut into your mouth without another word from him. You experimentally swirl the ball around in your mouth, and he groans in encouragement. It might be your first time sucking dick, but damn you're a fucking natural.

"That's it, sweetheart," he coos, languidly stroking himself as you graduate from his left nut to the right, giving the appendage the same treatment as its counterpart. "Fuck, you're so good to me."

Emboldened by his words, you sink lower, licking a firm stripe down his taint, groaning against him as you savor the taste of his musk. Your nose rubs deliciously against his sack as you suck on his taint, and Togame has to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from busting on the spot like some two pump chump.

"C'mere," he pants, tugging you away from his taint back towards his leaking tip. "Need you to wrap those pretty little lips of yours around my cock again, yeah? Hollow your cheeks as you suck it for me. Atta girl, fuck."

It takes every ounce of his willpower not to buck into your warm, wet mouth as you resume your suckling. His dick is a lot for your untrained throat to handle. You won't be able to take all of him tonight which is a shame because the image of your precious tear stained face pressed against his dark pubic hair nearly sends him spiraling over the edge again. He takes a few deep breaths to steady himself. In and out. In and out.

"Use your hand to fist what you can't fit in your mouth," the words are meant to sound instructional but come out like a plea instead.

It takes a few tries for you to find your rhythm, to pump his cock in time with your sucking, but once you do it's over for Togame. He feels the tell-tale signs of his orgasm encroaching on him, one shiver and shudder at a time.

"Baby," he warns, pulling at your hair, "I'm gonna-"

You push yourself even further down his length, choking around his cock as he cums violently down your throat. His cum is sticky and thick but not unpleasant. There's a salty aftertaste that he licks out of your mouth with deep sloppy kisses.

"Alright," he slurs into your mouth as his fingers travel down the length of your navel. "Your turn."

[maangoes]

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“What are you doing?”

“I,” Gojo’s mouth stalls for one mortifying second, and Geto's eyes sort of…bug out of his head. He's never seen them like that, it's very unattractive. “You— had a piece of lint.”

"You were going to kiss me," Geto says, and there's this faintly horrified edge to his tone that Gojo can't help but take somewhat personally.

"Pfft." He coughs. An unfortunate choice, as his throat is already bone dry. “As if. I was gonna pick the lint off."

“With your mouth?” Geto appears to be further appalled by Gojo's apparent inability to lie convincingly.

"Suguru--"

"With your eyes closed?"

"Suguru, not everyone is some big, giant gay person like you, trying to make out with their classmates all the time." He deftly dodges Geto's attempted karate chop to his thigh. "And, hey -- why were you looking into my eyes, anyway? Almost like you were the one--"

"Think," Geto interrupts, eyes a bit too intense in their focus on Gojo. "Very carefully about whether or not you want to finish that sentence."

Maybe he doesn't.

They sit in silence for a minute or so, Gojo trying and failing to come up with an annoying twist on a platitude that might smooth this over. The problem is that he can feel Geto overthinking all of this, like there is a physical thought bubble that has manifested over his head, and it's getting heavier and heavier by the second, blocking out the few lie-based escape routes Gojo still has. Which are increasingly improbable, the longer he allows Geto to turn a little abstract Gojo in circles on a rotisserie spit in his mind.

Could a pivot be the solution? "But, you know," he clears his throat. "If you wanted to kiss, I wouldn't say--"

“Just, shut up, Satoru,” Geto closes his eyes, all the frustrated wrinkles smoothing out of his expression in one smooth movement that never fails to send a slight shiver down Gojo's spine, like he just walked through an apparition. He's not scared of Geto, obviously, He's just… cautious, when he gets all still like that. "I don't think we should talk about it anymore."

Gojo pushes his glasses up his nose. Peevishly. "Fine. Me either."

“I think I'm getting a stomachache.”

Gojo slouches against the back of the couch, convinced that Geto’s stomachache is fictitious. Merely an excuse to ignore Gojo for the rest of the evening, instead of playing Mario Kart, like he promised to, earlier, when he was trying to get Gojo to pay attention to the morning briefing. But it's fine, whatever. Gojo will let it go. At least he has the satisfaction of watching Geto stare at the same page in his book for a full fifteen minutes, while Gojo half-heartedly pretends he has something interesting to do on his phone.

Shoko comes back from the convenience store a full hour later, cheap plastic bag hanging from the elegant curve of her wrist. She slows to a stop in the doorway, looking between them, brow furrowed.

“Did you guys watch porn together again?”