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“big brother?”

gojo says softly as he rounds the corner rubbing his eyes. it was late at night, and their parents had left home on a date. leaving geto alone to watch gojo for the first time since their parents got together. having just moved in and only being a family unit for just over a month. although gojo had already developed an attachment to geto, despite their 4 year age difference. at first, when getos mother proposed the idea of living together, geto said he would come along to keep her safe. and when geto was first introduced to gojo, he was instantly consumed with lust. his hair was milky white, his skin was porcelain, he was skinny, had a small waist, and was quite innocent. his father sheltered him, so he knew little about the works of life.

when geto met gojo, gojo shyly gave him a hug and tried to bond with him. and those innocent hugs fueled geto all the more. everything gojo did, made geto crave him all the more. innocent doe eyes always gazing up at him, happily clinging to him.

the moment gojo had rounded the corner, geto blew a ring of smoke from his lips as he turned to see gojo standing at the door. 

“its quiet”

gojo says sleepily.

“they went out for a date, its just us”

geto hums, taking another hit of his vape.

“scary”

gojo mumbles beneath his breath.

“you can sleep in here”

as he brings his vape to his lips. gojos eyes light up.

“really?”

he says happily.

“yeah, go grab your stuff you want in here”

with that, gojo trails down the hallway. retrieving his comfort items and coming back to getos room. placing a pink blanket on the bed, alongside a few stuffed animals.

geto spins his chair around to face the bed, puffing out another ring of smoke. 

“whats that?” 

gojo asks, cocking his head to the side.

“dont worry about it, darling”

geto chuckles, but gojo was all the more curious. 

“smells fancy”

“your dad will kill me if he finds out”

“mm, i won’t tell”

and that sparks curiosity in geto. 

“well then, come here”

geto scoots his chair closer to the bed, patting his lap. gojo crawls over, and geto moves the younger to straddle his lap.

“smells good”

gojo says, rocking his head side-to-side in getos lap.

and geto brings the pen to his lips, inhaling before placing the pen back down and blowing out the smoke onto gojos face. who chokes on the scent, gagging a bit but giggling soon after.

“fancy”

“want another?”

gojo nods happily. and once again, geto inhales, leans close to gojos face, and exhales across his skin. 

“fancy!”

gojo cheers with a light giggle, rocking in getos lap.

“can’t tell your dad”

and gojo swears to secrecy. 

“i won’t tell”

“you won't tell him anything?”

gojo nods.

“you like adult stuff?”

“mhm! dad always says no though”

he says with a slight frown.

“i won’t tell either”

and with that he inhales another puff of smoke. moving his thumb to remain on gojos lower lip, using his leverage to guide gojo to part his lips. and once gojo does, he leans close and blows the smoke into gojos mouth. 

he coughs a bit, already getting dizzy.

“feel good?”

gojo nods, beginning to feel the haze.

“our little secret, yeah?”

gojo giggles, nodding again.

“mkay!” 

he chirps. 

geto places his vape down on his desk, bringing both palms to grip each side of gojos hips. 

“you trust me?”

gojo nods. 

and with that, geto guides the younger to straddle his thigh, rather than his lap. 

gojo scrambles for a moment, trying to get comfortable.

once he settles, geto takes hold of his hips and pulls him closer, guiding him to arch his back. 

he lifts his knee, bouncing it up on the ground as he guides gojos hips down. 

“mm”

“it wont hurt, darling”

geto assures him, and gojo trusts geto. 

“just move your hips down”

he tightens his hold on gojos hips, making sure his back was still arched, ass perched and leaning into getos chest. he bounces his knee up, and gojo lets out a mixture of a whimper and a moan, burying his face into getos shoulder.

“tingly”

gojo whispers against his shoulder. 

“it’ll feel good, love”

gojo trusts geto, so he allows him to continue guiding him. 

soon geto developed a rhythm, bouncing his leg up and down, all the while guiding gojo to grind down on him. and the sounds that were coming from gojo were saccharine, little moans and whimpers one after another. soon enough, gojos thin legs were shaking against getos thigh. 

“a-ah”

gojo whimpers into getos shoulder, who only grins in response and buckles his knee up at a faster pace. he leans into gojos neck, giving the shell of his ear a wet lick, all the while his ass was flushed against getos cock. gojo gaining a better understanding of the pace, messily beginning to grind down on getos thigh slowly. his arms wrapped around getos neck, tugging and clinging to him with each passing movement.

“you’re too small to fit me” 

geto says with a sigh. placing a kiss against gojos neck, who shivers to the touch. 

“can’t leave any marks on you either”

and another sigh slips through his lips. 

although geto didn’t mind much, he had almost finished just from hearing gojos soft moans and whimpers.

“just trust me darling, yeah?”

he hums, gojo nods in return and clings to him tighter. 

geto brings two of his fingers to his lips, lubricating them with spit. making his palm down the little dip in gojos back, and circling laps against the tender skin of his entrance. slowly slipping one finger in, and gojo lets out a choked whimper into getos shoulder. who felt his pants tighten the moment gojo arched his back, pressing himself even closer to geto. 

“come on baby”

geto whispers against his ear.

“you can take it”

gojo nods against his shoulder, whimpers and moans mixed with every breathed pause.

“god you’re so tight”

geto groans, throwing his head back as he continued to fuck gojo with just one finger. as that was all gojo could fit without ripping him open. but it was more then enough to get geto off, after all he had always had lingering thoughts about his all-to innocent, all-to cute new baby brother.

it doesn’t necessarily hurt gojo, but the praise was enough to bite through the pain. because geto was telling him how pretty he was, how good he was doing, how good he felt, all the praise was what made him hold out. trying to grind down getos finger to aid him in getos personal pleasure. and his work did justice, as geto let out a loud groan and leaned his head back.

gojo blinks at him a few times, tilting his head to the side with a soft moan.

“did good?”

he whispers, and was overjoyed the moment geto praise him again.

“so good baby”

he says, pressing a kiss against gojos forehead. 

“we’ll call it our little talks, yeah?”

gojo nods quickly a few times.

“sleepy”

gojo says, rubbing his eye and laying against getos shoulder. 

“why don’t you sleep in my bed with me, darling?”

gojo looked overjoyed, bouncing a couple times in getos lap, he loved sleep overs.

he even more so loved the fact he got to sleep in getos clothes he had changed gojo into. 

with that, he makes gojo a spot on his side of the bed, and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

“we’ll talk again tomorrow, ok?”

“mkay”

gojo nods back.

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The door clicked shut faintly behind Getou. Sealing the room behind him where Gojo still lay tangled in his sheets, his pale shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Getou let his gaze linger longer then necessary before he had closed the door behind him, having savored at the sight of something that did not belong to him yet lingered so closely within his reach. 

The kitchen was consumed by the bitter, invasive scent of coffee. His mother sat at the table, her nails tapped lightly at the mug in porcelain in hand, the steam of it coiled upward in fragile ribbons that vanished before ever reaching the ceiling. 

"How was your date?" His voice cut through the quiet, with causality on its surface, though a sharpness glinted just beneath his breath. 

Her smile bloomed quickly, her words spilling out with to much ease. "It went wonderfully" she chirped, the cheer in her tone grating in it's innocence. 

She sat her mug down with a delicate click, warmth lingering. "Oh- by the way. Gojo greeted his dad this morning before going back to bed" she said. "It was sweet of you to let him sleep in your room last night, he must've been scared". 

Getous expression didn't flicker, instead he only pulled out a chair from across her and sat. 

"He was just unsettled by the silence" he said evenly, almost tender, though the edge beneath was unmistakable. "Guess it can get scary". 

His mother laughed, light and unbothered, sipping again as if though his answer had settled the matter. 

"Mm, you worry too much" she waved a hand, dismissing the thought. "His dad said he has terrible anxiety - always has. He's very protective of that boy, you know. He thought it was endearing you went out of your way to comfort him". 

Getou lingered on the word, endearing, as if the act were merely that of kindness alone. Kindness was akin to a leash, one that Gojo would happily hold his wrists forward for. 

The steam curled once more and disappeared. His mother never noticed how long his silence lingered too long, or how the faint smile at the corner of his lips never reached his eyes. 

Footsteps shifted in stillness. And a moment later, Gojos father, Dan appeared, his presence filling the doorway with an ease that always seemed to grate Getou. 

"Morning" Dan greeted warmly, nodding at him before pressing a kiss to his mother's cheek. She smiled, handing him the mug she had poured in a preprepared gesture. 

"I've got to head in early today" Dan muttered after a sip, setting the cup down with a sigh. 

"I'll be leaving soon too. Double shift," his mother replied.

Dan frowned, with a protective worry creasing his brow. "That would leave Gojo alone. I don't like it, especially if he gets worked up". 

Getou caught the shift in his tone. 

"Do you want me to take him with me?" He asked smoothly, before his mother could answer. "I've got those errends to run for you".

His tone was calm, but beneath it coiled something sharper. 

For a brief moment, Dan hesitated while steam rose like a tether from his cup. "You know he wouldn't stop talking about you this morning. Kept talking about how you made the quiet much less frightening". He smiled faintly, though worry still tugged at his lips. "Meant a lot to him". 

Getou leaned back, feigning indifference. The words may have had chance at warming another but in him they sparked a darker fascination. So eager to cling, to be praised, to worship at the smallest scrap of comfort. 

Dans tone firmed again, protective, clearing his throat. "If he goes with you, keep an eye on him. Don't let him wander please. He gets lost in his own head".

Getou inclined his head lazily, "of course" he said. Keeping an eye on Gojo was precisely the point.

The conversation drifted into trivial chit chat, a domestic hum that buzzed like an irritant. Getou stretched his legs out beneath the table, lounging with a predetory patience of someone waiting for the room to empty. 

Then a shift pervades the surrounding silence. Bare feet against the floorboards. 

"Dad?" The voice was soft and sleepily eager for another morning greeting. Gojo emerged, hair mused, eyes still glazed with sleep, every line of him vulnerable in his disaray. 

Dans face lit instantly, "I'm here" he called, striding the hall. He bent, hands reaching steady on either sides of Gojos shoulders. "I've got an important meeting. But Getous offered to take you along with his errends, I said you could go". 

At once, Gojos body brightened. His shoulders lifted, his frame practically vibrating as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "Really?" 

"Really" Dan chuckled.

Gojo threw his arms around him, words muffled against his shirt. "I love you, dad".

Dans embrace around him was anchoring, protective, with warmth in its nature. For a moment, the hallway looked unremarkably pure. 

But from the kitchen, getou watched, half-lidden and unreadable. Innocence to them - dependence to him. A crack in the surface of which all of love, fear, and trust were that of the same currency that Gojo gave away so freely. 

His gaze flicked between them: Dans arms wrapped firm around Gojos, his mother the coffee from her mug at the sink. The moment dragged, domestic and dull, until Getous voice cut it clean. 

"You should drive him in" he suggest mildly to his mother. "Gives you two some time together before your shifts" she brightened at once, nodding as if it were her idea alone. Dan hesitated, glancing at Gojo but Getous expression remained steady without any sense of waver. Dan relented, kissing Gojos hair one final time before following her out. 

The door shut behind them, with that silence dropped heavy. Getou let it settle before drawing out his vape. The soft click, the coils hum, the faint glow. He inhaled deep, vapor curling in his lungs before inhaling into the stiffness.

Gojo tilted his head, curiosity flickering. He leaned forward slightly, nose twitching. Trying to place the sweetness that had pervaded the air. 

Getou smirked, drawing another breath. This time, he stepped close - so close his shoulder brushed Gojos. He bent and pressed his lips to the curve of Gojos cheek, exhaling the smoke against his skin. 

The vapor clung, pale vapors draped over innocence, warmth pressed against something heavier. 

Gojo giggled breathlessly, "again!" The request spilled out guileness. 

Getous smile thinned, sharpened, another inhale, another step closer. He lowered his mouth this time, to the pale line of Gojos throat. The exhale broke over it slowly, deliberately allowing the smoke to coil against vulnerable skin. 

Gojo shivered, his body swayed and a breathy giggle escaped him at the tingling sensation. Getous hand moved with a calculated ease, slipping onto his waist. Fingers curled there, firm but deceptivitly light.

"Don't fall, darling"

He said, tugging him closer. Gojo shivered again at the tenderness of the name, while Getous hand came up his shirt, slipping his palm to settle into the arch of Gojos back. Using it as leverage to pull his body closer against his own. 

Gojo squirmed, Getou slid his hand into his hair, grip tightening just enough to draw Gojos head back with the motion. His breath traced Gojos skin, a faint whisper before his mouth followed, "good, just like that" his grip tightened in Gojos hair, firm enough to hold him still. 

Gojos breath hitched before exhaling a breathy moan. "You're so pretty" Geto whispers against his skin before his lips graze Gojos neck again. Gojos fingers clutched into the back of the fabric of Getous shirt, desperately trying to press himself closer. 

Getous lips grazed his neck, drawing out another desperate moan from Gojo before lowering to find the hollow of his shoulder. "I can't do anymore" he whispers against his skin, Gojo whines. 

"Please" 

He says with a whimper. 

"It'll leave a mark" 

Tightening his grip on Gojos waist, guiding him to arch his back further into him. 

"Your dad would kill me"

He says, Gojo shakes his head.

"W-wont tell, promise, p-promise" 

He stammers, pleading and tightening his grasp on the fabric clung to Getous back. 

"I know you wouldn't baby, you're sweet" 

Getou says, nibbling at the perch of his collarbone. He moves to shove his thigh between Gojos legs, using his hold on his waist as leverage to roll his hips down against him. "You're so sweet, you're so pretty" Gojo desperatly pushes his hips down, desperate for any sense of friction. 

"I want you but you're to small" 

He says with a sigh, Gojo gazing up at him with glossy eyes and a pout. 

"Itd hurt you" 

He only pouts further.

"I can take it" 

He says in a soft breath, "and you wouldn't tell?" Getou whispers against his skin. Gojo shakes his head, "promise". 

Getou cocks his head to the side, leaning back and taking gojos chin between his fingers. "Tell your dad you want to sleep in my room tonight, yeah?" He says, grazing gojos bottom lip with his thumb.

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Night had long enveloped the sky in velvet shrouds when Getou sat lounged at his desk, One leg draped indolently across the edge of his bed. From between his lips unfurled languid spirals of smoke, curling in a spectral across the dimness. Inclining his head with narrowed eyes in idle curiosity as the subdued cadence of gentle pattering footsteps threaded through the hallway and came to a rest at his door. 

The door eased open, releasing a faint spill of hallway light in its wake. And from the narrow gap a pair of quiet blue eyes peeked through, shoulders rode in a shy curve.

“big brother?”

Getou slid his foot from the bed in a single fluid, almost dismissive motion. The shift alone carrying the weight of his intent, chair pivoted towards the door in a turn as he angled his head to the side. He lifted his vape to his mouth, letting it settle against his lips in a practiced ease. Drawing in with a sharp inhale, a brief pause stretching before he exhaled a slow plum of smoke that curled the air — words slipping out with it, edged in a languid authority.

”Where’s your dad at, little one?”

”Sleepin’”

Gojo whispered back softly in response. Small frame still lingered in the doorways shadow. 

“in my moms room?”

Gojo shook his head, and Getou cocked his head to the side. 

“Fell sleep on the couch”

Getous gaze drifted down the hall, noting the stretch of floor between his room and the living room— much farther that the short span of distance between his and his mothers room. 

“Close the door”

Gojos hand hesitated for a moment before slipping in and letting it close behind him with a careful click. “He said you could sleep in here?” Getou rose from his chair, tilting his head to ease the tension coiled in his shoulders. 

“Fell sleep before I could ask” venturing a timid step against his breathed pause. “I’ll tell him I got scared” a faint smirk ghosted Getous lips before he eased himself onto the edge of the bed. One leg swung over the mattress as his hand lightly tapped the space between his legs, an unspoken invintation lingering in the gesture. Gojo hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking between the space Getou had marked between his legs and then back up to meet his gaze. Moving forward after a breathed pause, crossing the short distance and slipping into the space. 

“What will you tell him you were scared of?”

Getou said with a low hum as his arms cinched tight around Gojos waist. The hold leaving little room for escape even if it had been attempted. Although none came, allowing Getou to pull him back until his spine met the solid breadth of his chest. “That I was scared, cus I was alone” Gojo whispered, trembling at the edges as he tipped his head back against Getous chest, glassy eyes searching his face with a childlike uncertainty. 

“Are you scared now?”

Gojo only shook his head, wordless in his response and pressing himself more firmly against Getous chest. Whose fingers found his chin, cradling with a deceptive gentleness as he guided his head to the side, the subtle pressure leaving no room for refusal. Although Gojo didn’t resist; he yielded willingly, tilting just enough to bare the porcelain stretch of his neck without hesitation. A tremor ran quick down his spine the moment Getous lower lip grazed his skin, and instead of pulling away, he pressed closer. 

“You’re to small, baby. I don’t want to hurt you” Getous whisper brushed against his skin with the disguised intent woven within the words. The sound alone tearing a shiver through Gojo, his body tightened, arching almost desperately as if he was begging to close what little distance remained between them. “I can take it, promise” although the words came out with nothing more than a breathy moan. 

“Your dad would notice if your in pain tomorrow, sweetheart”

His hand slid firmly down waist, fingers wrapping tightening where they rested. The deliberate pressure wrenching out another breath, “I’ll — I’ll tell him I fell” whimpering in a breathed pause. “I’ll tell him I fell and I got scared and — and it was dark and I came to you” 

Getous brow arched, a flicker of curiosity mingling in his quiet satisfaction as his touch drifted lower.  Fingertips trailing from Gojos waist until his palm claimed the curve of his upper thigh, pressing down with a measured pressure that left no doubt of control. “P—please” is all that escaped in another breath, arching into the touch as he spoke. “Didn’t tell before, I won’t tell. Promise, I promise” body indistictivly pressing closer and closer into Getous touch. 

“you’ll have to try to stay quiet, yeah?” 

before the words had even fully formed, Getous lips claimed the curve of Gojos neck, pressing in their deliberate insistence. Gojo’s response was immediate, entirely unthinking — he nodded rapidly, body pressing eagerly into every touch of Getou he could reach. A shiver of desperation threading each motion he made.  

Getou’s smirk lingered as his hands shifted, firm as he guided Gojo from his lap. The motion leaving him entirely pliant under his touch, easing Gojo down onto the mattress until he met the sheets with a muffled breath. With a flick of his wrist, he tugged the duvets back, clearing the space as if unveiling something that had only been meant for him entirely. And Gojo obeyed his every motion without question, fingers curling into the bedding despite trembling faintly.

”mm — “

”I’ll make it feel good, do you trust me?”

Gojo nodded against the linens, Getous hand hovering for a moment against Gojo’s waist before easing his shorts downwards with a tender, careful touch. Fingers grazing his hips, then his thighs as he tugged the fabric down to his ankles. 

Gojo shivered at the contact, breath hitching as he attempted to shift closer where he could. “Breath in for me” half nodding against the sheets before a gasp breaks against his lips — eyes drifting shut, burying his face into the cotton fabric the moment the pads of Getous fingers had even pressed against him. 

“Shh, you can take it, I know you can” Getou coaxed. His hand kept firmly at Gojo’s waist, anchoring him in place. “Just like before, you were so good for me” and Gojo outright keened, body tensing for a moment before his thighs quivered, tightening around Getou. 

Giving into his touch entirely — when Getou’s palm coming tighter around his waist, when Getou guided him to perch his hip's. Shuddering the moment Getou slipped his knuckle into him, lingering still for a moment before he steered Gojo, guiding him to rock his hips back against him. 

“mo — more, I can — ” Gojo managed in a breath against the sheets. “Keep your hips open, sweetheart” Getou coaxed back in a breath, encircling another finger just to watch as Gojo’s waist stuttered against him before slipping in. Another little gasp broke against his lips, dissolving into the fabric when he buried his face into the sheets. And Getou sought it, coaxing every reaction, every shudder, every tremble, every broken sound that Gojo desperalty attempted to muffle. Only proving unable when Getou curled his fingers, catching Gojo the moment he threw his head back, his hand instantly coming around Gojo’s lips. His weight settled over him, body pressed against Gojo’s back. 

“Shh” Getou purred, “you’re doing so good, keep being good” Gojo nodded, half nodding in his attempts at. Pleasure already etched in every fragment of his entirety, so desperately attempting to stay quiet that he hadn’t even focused on anything else — the fumbling of Getou’s sweats, the clicks and pops behind him. Only ripped back into reality when Getou’s nails dug at his waist to pull him up, drawing his hips back and anchoring him in place. 

“Fuckk” 

Getou rasped while tears brimmed the younger’s lashes from the intrusion. Breath caught before dissolved into nothing more than a breathy whimper against Getous palm. His hips almost immediately giving out if not for Getous grip tightening him back into place.

”Stay, be good” 

He hummed, pulling Gojo back up by his hips, just to bury himself even deeper. Drawing out whimper, whine, after whimper with even the slightest roll of his hips. “Be quiet, and be good”  Getou's tone dropped an octave and Gojo could only manage a nod, breathless even in his attempts at it — whimpering into Getou's palm, clawing at the bedsheets, trying in his desperation to keep his hips lifted up — focused on good, being good, being told he's good. 

Doing his best to take it all quietly with deep, quivering breaths. Because he’s good, he’s so good. So good when tenses, so good when his visions caught with stars, so good when he’s shuddering and trying to jutt his hips back, so good when he’s legs are quivering, so good when the heat prickles beneath his skin, so good when he feels every fabrication of his being finishing with a muffled cry he desperately tried to bite back. 

“Fuck, baby” Getou pants against his ear, arm still caught around Gojos waist to hold him in place. Falling entirely pliant into Getou's hold, no act, no attempts at resistance, only lolling his head back, drool pooling at the corners of his lips against the heel of Getou's hand. Getou lost any sense of self control that had laid remained, rutting into Gojo’s smaller frame until his hips stilled with a grunt. Forcing a gasp from Gojo’s lips when his nails sank into his waist, “god, fuck” grip tightening enough to bruise. 

Gojo’s whole body was shaking, finally falling out of the grip Getou held around his waist. Only to be drilled down into the mattress while Getou rode out what remained of his orgasm. 

“You’re good baby, you’re so fucking good” 

and that was all Gojo’s mind laid upon, good, he’s good, he’s so good.