ʲᵘʲᵘᵗˢᵘ ᵏᵃⁱˢᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

curse! gojo satoru.

how simple would it be to destroy the world? it can't be that difficult. not when you have satoru by your side, bound to you for as long as you live, your existences tied and intertwined. he would do it. he would do anything you tell him to. with a calculated glee. ripping anyone and everyone in your path to shreds.

his power calls to you. it buzzes through your blood and mind. you and him, together – you're the strongest.

but borrowing satoru's power always comes with a price.

with a growl, more animal-like than human, satoru hauls you into him and kisses you hard, bruising your lips. the cool of his torso is the opposite of your flushed, heated chest, rapidly rising in time with your ragged breathing. you're not even sure if you're breathing – satoru isn't.

but he isn't human anymore.

somewhere deep within your mind, a small part of you registers that this isn't right. that it hadn't been like this in the past. his body had been warm against yours, his mouth tender as he'd brushed his lips back and forth over yours. a low hiss of protest. satoru's eyes narrow, as though he knows your thoughts. senses the distress clouding your mind. or as though he's displeased that your attention is elsewhere.

your thoughts, your love, your attention – all of you belongs to him.

you're tempted to move, but your muscles refuse, itching and stiff but frozen. you're trapped under his spell, pinned in place by that hypnotic blue gaze, and in one swift motion, his hand is in your hair, fisting it roughly, holding you in place so that you can't turn away. satoru kisses you harshly, nipping at your lips and swallowing the whimpers spilling from your lips. you're sure that he can feel you melt and remold beneath him.

still, he doesn't stop.

satoru kisses you as though starved for the taste of you, and your resistance melts away. he smells so good, so familiar. his body feels so perfectly right against yours. he chants your name, desperate prayers tumbling from his lips, unspoken promises to serve and worship and protect.

the metallic taste of blood, as always, lingers on satoru's lips.