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Geto Suguru was an omega. He was hormonal and horny all the time. It was a natural bodily function that he couldn't help. He did not choose to be born an omega. He did not enjoy being horny all the time.He liked to have sex. He had itches to scratch. He couldn't help it. He invited Gojo Satoru to be his friends with benefits. Originally, he only sought sex. He did not plan to fall in love or a whole package of romance.Things were great until it became ugly. Why was it wrong for him to like sex but not for the alphas?

“Suguruuu why is your door locked…” Satoru just fucking teleports into his room. And honestly it takes both of them a second to process it, Satoru just stares at him, he stares at Satoru. Satoru’s mouth is agape. Suguru feels paralyzed. “Oh.” *** In which Satoru has the worst possible timing for a visit and Suguru gets caught in a compromising position.

“Get on the bed, sensei, it’s time for me to fuck you now,” Satoru hums. “I won’t tell my dad, you’ll get to keep your job, and all will be forgiven.” Suguru hesitantly asks, “You won’t do this to me again?” “Haahaa,” shrewd laughter escapes from Satoru in reply. He runs a hand up his hair, flashing him a cocky smile that knows his dick is just as big as his ego. “Sure.” Or, rich entitled brat Gojo Satoru is pissed he got a zero on his essay. So he threatens to have his home tutor Geto Suguru fired, unless he lets Satoru fuck him.

Suguru stares up at the man that's looming over him, tall and unsmiling. He's - He's Satoru, it's definitely Satoru, but he's not at the same time. Gojo Satoru looks like he's a decade older, his frame larger, taking up more space than what Suguru's used to. And the way he surveys Suguru - it makes him feel tingly all over, strangely warm in the low point of his belly. "Hello lovely," Gojo Satoru says, and even his voice has lost the grating edge of his teenage self. "What brings you here?" Or, High school Suguru meets adult Gojo. Things happen.

Suguru's made some new friends on the internet. They're much older than him, and they're so much cooler than any of his peers. They've got such interesting hobbies, too. One of them tells him he's an underwear connoisseur - thongs, jockstraps, frilly panties - you name it, he's got it. He's even mailed some of the ones that don't fit him to Suguru, so that they don't go to waste. Suguru's excited. He's never had such a close friend before, generous in sharing his thoughts and hobbies with him.

Suguru finds a highly recommended massage parlour on the online forums. It sounds seedy, from the description. He goes anyway.

Satoru emerges from the water, now on the other side of the onsen and directly in front of Suguru. His white hair flattened with dripping locks hanging around his face as he looks up at Suguru from the water. He floats forward, moves to sit to Suguru’s left, so much closer than Suguru was mentally prepared for. Suguru cannot think about anything other than the fact that they are both naked, silently both thanking and cursing the haze of the water which obscures anything that could otherwise be seen. Satoru’s hand begins to trail up Suguru’s left arm that is perched on the backrest he sits against. Suguru stares at the hand as it glides up, up, up, cups his bicep then rubs circles around his shoulder. “What are you doing,” Suguru whispers, can’t stop himself. Satoru isn’t deterred, stares intently at where his hand meets Suguru’s skin. “You’re so tense, Suguru,” Satoru whispers back, leaning into Suguru as his hand starts to massage his trapezius muscle, “relax for me."