Gojo's Biceps (Meesh)

#五夏 #goge #ゴゲ #โกะเกะ #고죠게토 #satosugu #STSG Suguru slowly ran a loving hand over his sleeping husband's chest, admiring the strong musculature. How had he got so lucky? They'd been married for 10 years, and he was still in awe of this man who lay next to him. Gojo Satoru was insufferable and infuriating and yet perfect in every way that actually mattered. That face which looked like it was lovingly crafted by someone trying to define masculine beauty. That soft fluffy white hair that felt like a cloud under his fingers, and yet looked so charming even when Satoru forgot to use a comb. That body, God, that body. Suguru himself was big and was the pinnacle of fitness, but Satoru was bigger and chunkier in every way. If one could overlook the tragically flat butt, that is, but Suguru never considered that to be a flaw in any case. Other than the times he was desperately trying to grasp something to pull Satoru deeper inside him, and had nothing but a flat expanse to hold onto. That aside, Satoru's body was the stuff of wet dreams. Especially when he enveloped Suguru in his giant arms for a crushing hug, or sent him sneaky pics of his abs and dick while Suguru was busy taking a class. Or when he came home from a long day at work and just flopped down onto Suguru, burying his head in Suguru's breasts and trapping him under his overwhelming weight. And Suguru wouldn't have it any other way. His smile, oh God, his smile. It didn't matter whether he was being insufferably cocky, or just genuinely beaming at his wife, Suguru just fell deeper in love every time. That smile was just so cute and sexy and gorgeous, and Satoru knew how weak he was for his smile, hence he'd employ it when ragebaiting Suguru during arguments. His voice... some people found it jarring but Suguru found himself getting hot and bothered every time, at that sexy voice. It sometimes became a problem when they were arguing or when he was scolding Satoru, to then have to listen to Satoru rebutting him in that sexy voice and having to avoid being affected. Satoru was so devoted to him, that single minded devotion and obsession sent pleasurable chills down his spine. He would move mountains to accommodate the slightest of Suguru's whims, and that was somehow so incredibly sexy as well. He remembered the time he'd been craving kulfi during his pregnancy, and Satoru had actually teleported all the way to a restaurant in India to get it for him! How could he not love a man like that! Satoru was also good in bed, VERY VERY good in bed. He was a sex god, and though Suguru really didn't have anyone else to compare with as Satoru had always been his one and only sexual partner, he imagined Satoru would still be better than anyone else. He could reduce Suguru to a pile of whimpering, highly stimulated, melting mess with his skills. And when it was his turn to lose control, he would emit the most beautifully desperate sounds in that incredibly sexy voice of his, while thrashing his hips inside of Suguru, just lost in the pleasure of being buried inside his wife. Suguru had once admitted that he enjoyed clenching around Satoru only to hear those sounds, which had been followed by Satoru giving him the most adorably frustrated expression and then ruining him on the bed. And then there were of course other things, like Satoru's incredible, almost inhuman strength and skill as a sorcerer. And his wealth, which Suguru couldn't even begin to imagine. And his social status, being at the top of the food chain. Truth be told, Suguru didn't place much weightage on any of these, except to remind himself that the rest of the world did. And hence Satoru Gojo was probably one of the most coveted men in Japan, if not the most. Who wouldn't want a husband with this much status, wealth, and power? And yet he lay next to Suguru, not next to anyone else. Suguru leaned down to kiss his head as he slept. How did he get so lucky? He couldn't stop counting on his fingers all the ways in which Satoru was amazing, oh, he was so so lucky and so so deeply, madly, truly in love. Did he even have any flaws? Satoru burped in his sleep, turned over, and let out a long, loud fart. "....." The End.