kinktober 2024 [UNFINISHED]

While walking through Hot Topic with Geto, Gojo’s eyes got caught on a bright pink vibrator the size of his hand, snickering as he tapped on Suguru’s shoulder to get his attention. While dropping another pair of ear gauges in his basket, he glanced over and saw the large array of brightly colored vibratiors on display.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if I bought one of these and used it on you?” he asked, still chuckling softly.

Geto walked up to him and tapped the lens of his glasses playfully, before picking up the brightest blue vibrator he saw and dropping it into the basket.

He was not expecting that. “I was joking, dimwit, I'm not buying a vibrator on my card,” Gojo rolled his eyes and reached to put it back, but Geto held the basket away from him and smirked.

“Good, cause I'm buying it with my card. You’ll pay for lunch later to make up for it.” He told him, and walked off, leaving him standing there in slight disbelief.

Quickly following behind him, Gojo just shrugged it off, telling himself Geto wouldn’t actually buy it.

Hopefully.

But, at the counter to check out, Geto actually bought the vibrator. On their way back to their dorms, they had a very silent ride there, Gojo sitting in the passenger seat embarrassedly.

The shock actually kicked in when they started pulling up to the college. “He actually bought a fucking vibrator!” he thought, staring out of the window as he thought of what it could possibly be used for, his mind immediately ending up in the gutter, thinking of what he’d said earlier.

Maybe he’d just gotten it for a prank, though.

. . .

While walking into his dorm, he’d forgotten about the vibrator completely, having seen Utahime and gotten entranced by annoying her, and by the time they walked into the dorm he’d kicked off his shoes and fell onto the couch.

“Hey, Satoru,” Geto said from the other side of the room, emptying out the bags from their shopping spree, and when Gojo looked over, he was holding up the bright blue vibrator he’d gotten.

It was already open, which was surprising to say the least, since Satoru thought he’d return it after the prank, but when Geto threw it over to him, he hesitated.

Is he serious?

He’s… definitely serious.

Gojo’s eyes widened as he caught the vibrator, inspecting it quickly. “What do you want me to do with this? Silly goose,” he tried to play it off, shrugging and dropping it on the couch beside him. Geto audibly walked over, and leaned over the couch, making eye contact with Gojo.

“I’m gonna be straightforward with you,” he started, his hair falling forwards and framing his face, making Gojo swallow in nervousness. “I wanna use it on you.”

Finally, it clicked in his head and Gojo just stared blankly. Obviously he wanted to. They were dating, weren’t they? He hadn’t thought they’d start using toys so soon. His main question was who would be using the vibrator. It was a stupid but very necessary question to ask.

After a few silent moments, Gojo spoke again.

“Am I at least on top?” he asked.

“No.”

“Damn,” is all Gojo responded with, a small sigh slipping from between his lips.

After a few silent moments, Geto walked around the couch and slipped onto his lap, kissing him hastily and without hesitation. Gojo immediately kissed back, his hands resting on Geto’s thighs.

Pulling apart, he glanced at the door to make sure it was locked, before standing up and manhandling his boyfriend to lie on his back. “On the couch?” Gojo breathed out, but was still widening his legs to let Suguru sit between them.

Geto leaned back and grabbed the vibrator, before looking over at Gojo. “Satoru, you’re so needy,” he scoffed, but still stood up to pick him up and carry him.

It was so hot how Geto could pick him up and carry him while still managing to look pretty.

Wrapping his arms and legs around him, Gojo smirked and watched Geto’s expression. “You know I love when you treat me like a whore,” he purred, giggling softly. “I know,” is all he got in return, being thrown onto his bed almost aggressively.

With the vibrator still in hand, Geto sat on the bed and pulled Gojo closer. “You look embarrassingly hard,” Geto pointed out, and only then did Gojo realize how extremely hard he was, making him flush slightly.

Geto was in the same predicament, so he didn’t know why he was pointing out Gojo’s. After a few seconds of staring at him, Geto finally started getting to the good stuff, unzipping his pants and making eye contact with him.

Picking up the vibrator and just gently pressing it against Gojo made him shudder.

It wasn’t even on.

While doing everything, Geto still had one hand on his own length and was constantly jerking it off. Meanwhile, Gojo’s mind was going wild. How would it feel? Where would Geto put it? It was so much to think about

Suddenly, Geto moved it up and placed it on the side of his tip, turning it on the lowest setting, which still had a pretty high vibration. Gojo let out a choked sound and his hands clung to the sheets, Geto’s occupied hand moving to jerk off his boyfriend instead of himself, causing him to let out another gasp.

“Fuck, ‘Guru,” Gojo whined, and Geto was getting off on just how ethereal he looked with his head back with his pretty white eyelashes and his hands gripping the sheets. And they hadn’t even really started.

Moving his hand faster, as well as upping the vibration, made Gojo cry out in pleasure, the sheets threatening to rip at the way he was gripping it, Geto’s throbbing member only getting harder at the sight. He was practically drooling at this point.

Geto sat between Gojo’s legs, holding them open as he basically screamed into the stuffed bear over his face.

“Oh, holy fucking shit,” Gojo whined, and Geto let out a small breath just watching him.

It was almost without warning, minus the slightly louder moan, Gojo came across his chest and he came hard. “Shit, Satoru,” Geto whispered, turning off the vibrator and watching how Gojo’s thighs kept tensing uncontrollably.

After a few silent moments of letting him calm down, Gojo sat up and leaned against Geto’s chest, holding onto his hand with the vibrator in it, still breathing extremely hard.

Geto was close, but just the little extra bit of contact from Gojo made him immediately lose control and come also on his chest.

Dropping the vibrator on one of the piles’ of their clothes on the floor, leaning forwards and kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “Rate it out of ten,” he asked, and there was a small pause. “Eleven.”

. . .

A few years later while packing their stuff to move out, Gojo was digging through a pile of clothes in one of the boxes in their room and saw that bright blue vibrator again, bringing back some of their memories with it, his eyes lighting up as he got an idea of what to do with Geto the next time they’d decided to meet.

And he did. Their next meeting was at an old hotel and Gojo used the vibrator to edge him for hours. They had nothing else to do anyways.