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The kitchen still held the warmth of the evening – residual heat from cooking, the faint hum of appliances settling into quiet. Outside, the last light of day pressed weakly against the windows, softened by drawn curtains.
On the kitchen island, three strips of black fabric lay neatly arranged – similar at first glance, but distinct upon closer inspection. Not your first attempt. Not even close.
Satoru had received the initial batch on Christmas Eve – an experiment born from observation, refined through feedback, and far too many of his offhand complaints. These were better. They had to be.
Satoru turned the first strip of black fabric over in his hands curiously. The fabric was smooth against his fingertips, a subtle sheen catching the dim light. “…this time there are three?”
“Improved versions,” you confirmed. “Different materials, different density, different stretch. Ideally, they should be better than the ones I presented to you on Christmas Eve.”
Suguru leaned against the kitchen counter, arms loosely folded, sipping on his tea, watching the two of you with quiet interest.
“You rethought the problem entirely and made corresponding adjustments,” he said, tone mild, but attentive in that way that meant he’d noticed far more than he let on.
You shrugged lightly. “There is always room for improvement.”
Satoru hummed, clearly amused. “You’re very proactive.”
“You’re very difficult to accommodate.”, you shot back without missing a beat, used to his antics by now.
He sniffed dramatically. “I simply have high standards.”
Your scoffed. “Unreasonable standards.”
“Elite standards.” Leave it to the heir of the Gojo clan to talk about elites.
Suguru’s gaze flicked between you, a quiet exhale leaving him, almost amused.
“You’re both far too comfortable with this dynamic,” he said, tone dry rather than teasing.
You both ignored that, although it probably was true.
Satoru lifted another one of the blindfolds, holding it up to the light.
“So,” he said, “what’s the plan? I try them on, give feedback again, we revolutionize sorcerer fashion?”
“You try them on,” you said patiently, “and tell me which one works best for your eyes. Comfort, pressure, sensory reduction – you know the drill.”
He tilted his head slightly. “And if I say none of them work?”
“Then I make better ones.” That earned you a small, satisfied shift in his posture – as if that answer, more than anything else, aligned with him.
“So confident.”, he grinned at you, his blue eyes dazzling as always.
“Prepared.”, you corrected him once again, already stepping closer, impatience threading in.
Suguru stepped forward, picking up one of the other blindfolds, letting the fabric slide slowly between his fingers. “These are well made,” he said. “Did you work with your seamstress friend again, for the stitching?”
“Yes,” you confirmed. “I handled the design and fabric choices.”
Satoru glanced between the two of you, then smirked. “Wow, collaboration. I love that we keep people in bread and butter with our unique sorcerer requests.”
“You’re stalling,” you said, a little exasperated by now.
“I’m evaluating.”, Satoru held up his hands, expression entirely too innocent to be believable.
“You haven’t put one on.” You stepped closer.
Close enough to make the challenge clear – even if you already knew better than to expect intimidation to work on him. Satoru bent slightly at the waist, lowering himself into your space, voice dropping just enough to feel intentional.
“Details.”
Suguru held a blindfold up. “This one first,” he said, tone calm but decisive.
Satoru looked at it, then at him. “…Are you assigning me an order now?”
“You asked for help.”, you reminded Satoru, smug.
“I asked for options.”, he corrected, focus shifting back to you in front of him.
“And now you have guidance.”, you pointed out, gesticulating to yourself and Suguru, innocence written across your face now.
Satoru considered that for a beat, cocking his head to the side slightly. Then he grinned.
“Fine. But if I don’t like it, I’m blaming you two.”
Suguru inclined his head slightly, unimpressed. “That seems consistent with your usual process.”
You bit back a smile.
Satoru finally slipped the first blindfold into place, adjusting it once, twice – then went still. The fabric settled against his eyelashes, creating a subtle pressure against his temples.
“Well?” you asked.
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he reached out – slowly, deliberately – and found your wrist. Encircling it loosely. The contact was light but intentional. The warmth of his palm sent electricity through your veins. Your breath caught despite the innocence of the contact.
“Comfortable,” he evaluated, after a moment. “Better than the initial bandages, for sure.”
Suguru watched the interaction closely. “And visibility?”
“Reduced. Not fully blocked.”
“Too much?” you asked, eager to clog more details.
He tilted his head slightly. “Depends on what I’m trying to ignore.”
“Hmm…”, you commented under your breath, “that’s not helpful.” You weren’t trying to be a smartass in this instance, but rather having a hard time understanding the way his technique worked.
Suguru stepped closer again, his voice quieter now. “Try another.”
Satoru let go of your wrist – slowly, like he was very aware of the exact moment contact ended – and reached up to remove the blindfold.
“Bossy,” he muttered, not in the least bit put off by Suguru commanding him.
“You’re indulging me,” Suguru replied calmly, as if reminding him of some unspoken rule.
“Am I?”, the grin never left Satoru’s lips – sometimes you could swear riling up Suguru was his favourite pastime.
“Yes.” You’d always admired how steady Suguru sounded – especially when Satoru was pushing like this.
Satoru picked up the second blindfold. “This better be worth it.” This man couldn’t do anything in his life without a smartass comment.
“Put it on,” you said, impatience obvious now.
“Yes, ma’am.”, he replied, tone thick with sarcasm, but the heat in his eyes suggested something else entirely. His hands moved anyway.
Suguru’s gaze flicked to you briefly at that, something amused and knowing passing through it, as Satoru pulled the second blindfold into place.
This time, his shoulders eased slightly. His expression shifted – not sharper, but… quieter.
“That one?” you asked hopeful.
He exhaled softly. “…That’s interesting.”
Suguru watched him carefully. “Less input?”
“Cleaner somehow,” Satoru said. “Cuts more of the noise.”
You felt a small flicker of satisfaction. “Good.”
Satoru tilted his head again as if listening to something neither you nor Suguru could hear – then reached out once more. This time, his hand found your shoulder.
Then your arm. Then your hand. Slower this time. More deliberate.
Like he was testing the difference. You didn’t pull away, but couldn’t suppress shiver that ran down your spine, the goosebumps his touch left in his wake across your arm.
Suguru’s voice sounded low beside you. “You’re enjoying this.”
You didn’t look at him, feigning professionalism in vain. “It’s useful data.”
“Of course.”, you could hear Suguru’s smug little smile in his voice. Even though your focus was mostly captivated by Satoru’s thumb brushing lightly across your knuckles, absent-minded, exploratory.
“Definitely an improvement,” he concluded.
“Good,” you repeated, quieter now.
Suguru stepped close enough so you could feel his presence warm at your side. “What about the last one?” he asked.
Satoru smiled beneath the blindfold. “I think,” he said, “we should test all of them.”
You exhaled slowly. Satoru’s careful touch, Suguru’s presence in your personal space – the original purpose of this exercise had begun to blur at the edges.
“Sure.” Suguru’s hand settled lightly on your lower back. “Let’s be thorough”, he murmured.
Satoru let the second blindfold fall down around his neck at that, fingers lingering on the fabric like he was reluctant to let it go entirely. “…Alright,” he admonished. “I get it. These are good.”
“That wasn’t so difficult,” you breathed, trying to get back into the light teasing that marked your normal interactions. He glanced at you, smile sharpening slightly.
“I didn’t say I was done.”
Suguru exhaled softly. “You’ve tested two. You’re stalling again.”, Suguru reminded him almost sternly.
“I’m enjoying the process.”
Suguru tilted his head slightly. “Yes,” said quietly. “That’s the problem.”
Satoru’s grin widened. “Oh, you noticed.”
You looked between them. “You’re both impossible.”
“Mm,” Suguru hummed, his hand shifting slightly against your back. “And yet you’re still here.”
Satoru picked up the last blindfold, turning it slowly between his fingers.
“You’re taking this very seriously,” he said to Suguru.
“You’re not taking it seriously enough.”, Suguru shot back right away.
“I tested them.”, Satoru defended himself.
“You played with them.”, Suguru wouldn’t be deterred.
Satoru shrugged nonchalantly. “Same difference.”
Suguru stepped closer – fully into Satoru’s space now. His hand leaving you, unmistakably commanding the strongest sorcerer’s attention fully. The few inches of difference in height couldn’t safe Satoru from Suguru’s piercing gaze.
“It isn’t,” he said calmly.
Satoru’s gaze flicked away briefly, then returned to Suguru. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Satoru smiled again – brighter this time, more pointed, as if he had made a decision to be a nuisance.
“Then maybe you should show me how it’s done.”
The shift was immediate.
Suguru didn’t move back. His expression didn’t change, but something in his posture settled – like he’d been handed exactly what he’d been waiting for.
“Perhaps I will,” he mused, not giving an inch of space.
Satoru leaned back slightly, satisfied. “Good.”
Suguru’s attention moved to you. Gaze warm, steady and intent. “Come here,” he said softly. Not a command forced into the room. An invitation that expected to be followed.
You stepped forward without thinking. You always did. Suguru had that effect on you from the very start.
The last of the blindfolds was already in his hand – one of the darker ones, softer fabric, less give. He held it up briefly, giving you a chance to see it. “Alright?”
You nodded.
“Say it.”, leave it to Suguru to make sure consent was there every step of the way.
“I’m alright.”
“Good.” His fingers brushed lightly against your temple as he moved behind you, gathering your hair away with careful precision. Minimal contact, maximum awareness.
Satoru shifted closer.
“Wow,” he murmured. “You’re actually doing this.”
Suguru’s voice came from just behind your ear. “She agreed.”
“I didn’t say she didn’t.”
“Then stop talking.”
Satoru huffed a quiet laugh. “Yes, sir.”
The fabric slipped over your eyes, cool at first, as it settled into place. His hands adjusted it carefully, ensuring it sat comfortably. The world dimmed.
Not completely gone. But reduced. Focused.
Your breath slowed without meaning to.
“Too tight?” Suguru asked.
“No.”
“Too loose?”
“No.”
His fingers lingered briefly – then they withdrew. The absence was immediate.
You could hear and feel them both existing next to you. So close but not touching.
“Hey,” Satoru said, voice lower now. Closer. “Can you see anything?”
“Not much.”
“Good.”
Suguru’s hand found your wrist then, steadying. “Focus.”
You exhaled. “On what?”
A pause. “On what you feel.”
Satoru made a soft, amused sound. “Oh, that’s unfair.”
“You can leave,” Suguru said calmly.
Satoru scoffed. “Absolutely not.”
“Then behave.”
“I am behaving.”
“You’re testing my patience.” Satoru laughed again – quieter this time. You felt him step closer anyway. Of course he did.
Fingertips along your arm. Light, barely there. You inhaled sharply.
“Sensitive,” he noted.
Suguru’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly. “Be mindful.”
“I am,” Satoru said. “I’m very mindful.”
His fingers traced your arm again, slower this time. Deliberate.
Suguru’s hand moved from your wrist to your waist, grounding, steady.
“Still alright?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Satoru leaned in closer—close enough that you could feel the warmth of him without quite touching.
“This is interesting,” he murmured.
“You’ve said that,” Suguru replied.
“Still true.”
Suguru’s thumb brushed along your side.
“Don’t rush.”
“I’m not rushing.” Satoru said. “I’m appreciating.”
Suguru hummed, unconvinced.
You stood between them. Sight gone. Awareness sharpened.
Every shift. Every breath. Every point of contact suddenly more pronounced.
“I think this third on is my favourite so far.” Satoru said quietly. “It works very well.”
Suguru’s voice came low beside you. “Yes,” he said. “It does.”
The moment stretched, thick with unspoken possibilities. Then Suguru’s hand moved from your waist to your chin, tilting your head slightly to the side. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, sending a shiver through you.
“Open,” he murmured. You complied without hesitation, your lips parting slightly.
Satoru made a soft sound of appreciation before his fingers replaced Suguru’s thumb, tracing the outline of your mouth. “So responsive,” he breathed.
Suguru’s other hand slid around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes.
“Let’s see how responsive,” Suguru said, his lips brushing against your ear.
Satoru’s hand moved from your lips down your neck, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin there. You tilted your head back against Suguru’s shoulder, exposing more of your throat to Satoru’s exploration.
“Beautiful,” Satoru murmured before leaning in to press his lips against your pulse point.
The contact was electric. A soft gasp escaped you as his tongue darted out, tasting your skin.
Suguru’s hands tightened on your waist, holding you steady as Satoru continued his exploration, his mouth moving along your jawline until he captured your lips in a kiss.
It was different with the blindfold on – more intense somehow. Every sensation heightened. The smooth glide of his lips, the way his tongue teased yours, the taste of him in your mouth.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Suguru’s hands began to roam, one sliding up to cup your breast through your shirt, his thumb brushing against your nipple until it pebbled beneath his touch. The other hand dipped lower, splaying across your stomach before inching downward.
“Sensitive everywhere,” Suguru murmured against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
Satoru broke the kiss, his breathing slightly ragged. “I want to see all of you.”
“Patience,” Suguru chided, though his hands continued their exploration. “We’re testing the blindfold, remember?”
Satoru chuckled. “Right. The blindfold.” His fingers found the hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric. “Can we…?”
Suguru’s answer was to lift your shirt himself, his hands warm against your bare skin as he exposed your torso to the cool kitchen air. You shivered, partly from the temperature change, partly from anticipation.
Satoru’s hands immediately went to your breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Perfect,” he breathed before leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his mouth was exquisite. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them, using tongue, teeth, and lips until you were trembling with need.
Meanwhile, Suguru’s hands continued their downward journey, deftly unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your hips. His fingers traced the edge of your underwear, teasing but not quite touching where you most wanted him to.
“Suguru,” you breathed, “please.”
“Please what?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
“Touch me.”
He chuckled softly. “I am touching you.”
“More,” you whimpered.
Satoru released your breast with a soft pop, straightening up to capture your lips again in a searing kiss. As he distracted you with his mouth, Suguru finally slid his hand inside your underwear, his fingers finding your clit.
You cried out against Satoru’s mouth as Suguru began to circle your clit with practiced precision. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
“Already so wet,” Suguru murmured approvingly. “And we’ve barely started.”
Satoru broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.”
Suguru withdrew his hand, making you whimper at the loss. “The bedroom,” he agreed.
Before you could even think to move, Satoru swept you into his arms, making you gasp in surprise. Suguru chuckled as he led the way, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.
The journey to the bedroom was a blur of sensations - the cool air against your exposed skin, the steady beat of Satoru’s heart beneath your ear, the warmth of Suguru’s hand in yours.
Satoru laid you gently on the bed, the sheets cool against your overheated skin. The blindfold remained firmly in place, keeping you in a state of heightened anticipation. You could hear them moving around the room, the soft rustle of clothing being removed, the creak of the floorboards.
“On your knees,” Suguru’s voice cut through the silence, firm and commanding – his tone alone informing you, that it wasn’t you he was expecting to obey.
You heard a soft huff from Satoru, followed by the rustle of sheets as he complied. “Yes, sir,” he murmured again, though there was a hint of challenge in his tone.
“You’ve been testing my patience all evening,” Suguru said, his voice low and dangerous. “The smart comments, the stalling, the deliberate disobedience.”
“I was just having a little fun,” Satoru replied, though his voice had lost some of its confidence.
Suguru chuckled darkly. “Oh, I know. And now it’s time for the consequences to your actions.” You heard the sound of a hand connecting with flesh, followed by Satoru’s sharp intake of breath.
“Count,” Suguru commanded.
“One,” Satoru breathed out, his voice slightly strained.
Another sharp smack, this time on the other cheek.
“Two,” he gasped, his voice trembling slightly.
You could feel the bed shift as Suguru probably rearranged Satoru on his lap. “Keep counting,” he warned before delivering another blow.
“Three,” Satoru whimpered, his voice breaking slightly.
The spanking continued, each smack punctuated by Satoru’s increasingly ragged counting. You could hear the change in his voice – from defiant to submissive, from controlled to desperate.
“Ten,” he finally gasped after the last blow, his body trembling somewhere next to you.
“Good boy,” Suguru murmured, his voice softening slightly. “Now, since you’ve been so eager to touch our girl, you’re going to watch while I do.”
You felt the bed dip again, as Suguru moved to kneel beside you. His warm hand traced the line of your jaw, his touch gentle after the violence of the punishment.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” you breathed, your voice shaky with arousal.
“Good.” His hand moved down your body, tracing the curve of your breast, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Blindfolded, waiting, completely at our mercy.”
His fingers found your clit again, circling it slowly. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Look at her, Satoru,” Suguru said, his voice low and commanding. “Look how responsive she is. How much she wants this.”
You could hear Satoru’s breathing, ragged and uneven. “Suguru…” he whimpered.
“Not yet,” Suguru replied firmly. “You watch. You learn.”
His fingers slid inside you, curling to find that spot that made your toes curl. Your hips bucked involuntarily as he began to thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb continuing to work your clit.
“Please,” you gasped, your hands clutching at the sheets.
“Please what?” Suguru murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
“More,” you whimpered. “I need more.”
He chuckled softly. “As you wish.” His movements became faster, more deliberate. His fingers thrust deeper, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. You could feel the tension building, coiling in your stomach like a spring.
“Come for me,” he commanded, and your body obeyed him blindly.
The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, intense and overwhelming. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through you. Suguru continued his movements, drawing out your orgasm until you were trembling and spent.
As you slowly came back to yourself, you became aware of Satoru’s harsh breathing beside you.
“Please, Suguru,” he begged, his voice desperate. “Let me touch her. Let me taste her.”
Suguru considered for a moment, his fingers still inside you. “Alright,” he finally said, withdrawing his fingers. “But you follow my lead. Understand?”
“Yes,” Satoru breathed, his voice filled with relief.
“Good.” Suguru moved to sit at the head of the bed, pulling you back against his chest. He had lost his shirt somewhere along the way, but you could feel the fabric of his pants still hugging his legs, rubbing along your naked skin. “Now, show her how sorry you are for being such a brat.”
You felt Satoru move between your legs, his hands gently parting your thighs. You could feel his warm breath against your sensitive flesh before his tongue made contact.
The sensation was electric. Satoru’s tongue was skilled and eager, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot. He lapped at your clit with enthusiasm, his fingers joining in to thrust inside you.
“Slow down,” Suguru murmured, his hands cupping your breasts. “Savor her.”
Satoru slowed his movements, his touch becoming more deliberate, more teasing. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot again.
Your hips began to move involuntarily, seeking more friction. Suguru’s hands tightened on your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride his face. Show him how much you want it.”
You did as he said, grinding against Satoru’s mouth as the tension began to build again. Satoru moaned against you, the vibrations sending additional waves of pleasure through you.
“Oh shit,” you gasped, your hands finding their way into Satoru’s hair.
“Come for him,” Suguru commanded. “Show him what he’s been missing.”
The second orgasm was even more intense than the first. You cried out, your body shaking as pleasure overwhelmed you. Satoru continued his ministrations, lapping up your juices as you came.
As you slowly came back to yourself, you felt the bed shift as Satoru moved to kneel between your legs. You could feel his laboured breath against your shoulder.
“Please,” he begged, his voice ragged with need. “Let me be inside her.”
Suguru considered for a moment, his hands still stroking your breasts idly. “Alright,” he finally said. “But you go slow. Understand?”
“Yes,” Satoru breathed, his voice filled with relief.
You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance before he slowly pushed inside. The stretch was exquisite, taking his considerable length made much easier by your already fucked-out state. He filled you completely steadily, until his hips pressed against yours.
“Move,” Suguru commanded, his hands still on your breasts.
Satoru began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster as his control began to slip. You could feel his desperation, his need, and it only heightened your own arousal.
“Harder,” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. One hand trailing up his neck, slipping into his hair, curling there securely.
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his ragged breathing.
“Can you come again, love?” Suguru murmured, one hand moving from your chest to your neck, circling there loosely, steadily. “Show him how good he makes you feel?”
The third orgasm built slowly, a steady climb to an explosive peak. You cried out as it crashed over you, your inner muscles clamping down around Satoru’s cock.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he came, filling you with his warmth.
For a moment, the three of you lay tangled together, breathing heavily in the aftermath. Then Suguru gently removed your blindfold, his eyes soft as he looked down at you in his lap.
“Alright?” he asked quietly.
You nodded, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. “Very alright.”
Satoru collapsed beside you, his face buried in your neck. “I’m never being a brat again,” he mumbled, though you all knew it was a lie.
Suguru chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Yes, you will,” he said. “And we’ll be here to punish you when you are.”
Sitting up a bit, you turned your attention to Suguru, noticing the tension still coiled in his body, the way his breathing remained slightly uneven despite his calm exterior. Your eyes drifted downward, taking in the prominent erection straining against his pants. Pressing into your back all this time.
"You haven't..." you began, reaching out to touch his thigh.
Suguru caught your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I was enjoying watching," he murmured, though his eyes were still dark with desire.
Satoru lifted his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Oh, is it your turn now?" he teased, though there was genuine heat in his gaze. "After all that lecturing about patience?"
Suguru shot him a look, though there was no real anger in it. "I believe I've demonstrated considerable patience and restraint tonight."
"True," Satoru conceded, propping himself up on one elbow. "So how may we help you with that?" He gestured toward Suguru's obvious arousal.
You turned to face Suguru fully, your hand moving to caress down his chest. "I think you've been in control long enough," you said softly. "Let us take care of you now."
Suguru's breath hitched as your hand moved lower, tracing the line of his abdomen before finally cupping him firmly through his pants. He closed his eyes, a soft groan escaping him.
"Please do," he breathed, his usual composure finally cracking.
You made quick work of his pants, freeing his erection. He was thicker than Satoru, with prominent veins along his length, that made your mouth water. Without hesitation, you leaned down, taking him into your mouth.
Suguru's hands tangled in your hair as you began to move, your tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper. Satoru watched with rapt attention, his hand moving to stroke Suguru's thigh.
"Fuck," Suguru gasped, his hips thrusting slightly. "Just like that."
Satoru leaned in to kiss Suguru, their mouths moving together passionately. You could hear the wet sounds of their kissing, mingling with the soft moans escaping Suguru as you continued your ministrations.
Satoru's hand moved from Suguru's thigh to join yours, wrapping around the base of Suguru's cock. Together, you worked in tandem, your mouth and his hand creating a rhythm that had Suguru writhing beneath you.
"I'm close," Suguru warned, his voice clipped.
You doubled your efforts, taking him deeper as Satoru's hand moved faster. With a final, deep groan, Suguru came, his release spilling into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, continuing to suck gently until he was completely spent.
As you pulled away, Satoru captured your lips in a searing kiss, tasting Suguru on your tongue. Suguru watched the both of you, his eyes heavy with satisfaction as he finally relaxed completely.
The three of you collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and sated bodies. The blindfolds were long forgotten, replaced by the warmth of shared intimacy and the promise of many more nights to come.