Melo ⪩ ⪨ ꠹

#五夏 #PockyDay Gojo buys fifty boxes of Pocky to get a head start on Pocky Day, and spends LITERALLY the entire day begging Geto to eat them together, one from each end. By the time the sun is setting and they find themselves alone in an empty hallway, Geto tells him this is the last time and that he needs to stop after this, please, he’s his best friend, but PLEASE, he doesn’t want any more Pocky, his stomach already hurts, and he’s had more than enough sugar for one day. Gojo nods and offers him the stick. Geto puts it between his lips and leans against the wall, giving Gojo a look that says hurry-up-I-have-things-to-do-but-you-do-look-cute-when-you’re-this-desperate. Satoru steps closer, grabs him by the waist, and kisses him on the lips. Geto is surprised, but only for a second. Truthfully, he’d been expecting it. And what else can he do but reach for the back of Satoru’s neck and kiss him back? Oh, well. He can slip him some tongue, too. The moment he feels it, every last cell in Gojo’s body comes alive. He tightens his grip on Suguru’s waist because, God, it’s so narrow, like it was made for his hands to slide around it. Geto stretches up, buries his fingers in Gojo’s hair, so soft, so beautiful, while his tongue keeps stroking against Satoru’s. Satoru loves feeling this wanted. His body responds accordingly, and he moves one hand down to Suguru’s ass. Fuck. A moan escapes him. He’s wanted to sink his hands into those ass cheeks for so, so long. “Fuck, Sug—” he starts. “Shut up,” Geto interrupts, kissing him again. He jumps up and wraps his legs around Gojo’s waist. Satoru happily catches him, buries his nose in Suguru’s neck, and licks it like it’s ice and he’s a thirsty dog. Geto clings to his back as though letting go would send him plummeting into the abyss. A door opens. They hear Nanami and Haibara’s voices. They must have just finished their classes. Geto and Gojo spring apart immediately. Gojo adjusts his pants. Geto fixes his hair. Then they look at each other. Each of them undressing the other with his eyes, still panting, for seconds, endless seconds, wondering what the fuck just happened. Haibara appears behind them, holding a box of Pocky. “Happy Pocky Day!” he says, chewing on one as he offers another to Nanami. Everyone looks down at the floor. Dozens of Pocky sticks, smashed to pieces. Haibara wonders what the hell happened. Nanami figures it out immediately. “Happy Pocky Day,” Geto and Gojo mumble, their faces bright red.