SEE ANON YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE.

listen. i think that gojo is all about control. at his core he is all about control of his own body, of the situation around him, of the people around him. but toji? toji's this weird exception. toji knocks something loose on gojo's brain, makes him crave that loss of control because he's never felt it before in his life. so when he seeks toji back out? he's craving that push out of his comfort zone, out of control. he needs to feel himself spiral.

i love to think that toji offers gojo a drink one night. and gojo turns his nose up at it at first, says that no, it's not really his thing. he doesn't drink. and toji laughs at that, calls him a pussy right to his face before taking the drink he'd made for gojo. and like hell gojo's gonna back down from a challenge - the last thing he wants is for toji to think that he can't keep up. the man already has this air like he's indifferent to whether gojo stays or leaves, and it feels like this could be the thing that tips the needle into the negative. not an option.

so he swipes the drink from toji's hands and downs it. and mr. lightweight of all lightweights doesn't even think about that fact, not until the alcohol is burning into his belly and making his head swim. toji watches it hit him all at once, and laughs again, but its darker this time. a laugh laced with intention. he's bringing the bottle to gojo's lips the next time, not even bothering with the cup. it doesn't matter, because it still makes a mess as he tips it up to the boy's mouth and pours it down his throat. leaks from the corners of his lips, spills down onto that pretty, expensive white shirt he always wears. toji licks it up from his jaw to his mouth, seals it with his own and pushes his tongue past gojo's teeth before he can even breathe.

and gojo's suddenly so pliant. so unlike toji's come to expect of the worst brat he's met in his life. he's babbling nonsensically, eyes rolled back in his head when toji touches him. he's not even doing all that much, just a thigh wedged between his legs for him to sloppily rut his cock against, some fingers in his mouth because he knows that's the key to getting gojo to shut up and it makes his cock twitch to see him drooling all over them. toji doesn't expect to get as worked up as gojo, but when he sees his back arch up off the shitty couch they're sat on, hands wildly grasping at anything he can reach - the back of it, toji's arms, his own hair - as gojo cums in his own fucking pants, toji can't get his dick out fast enough. doesn't even bother to undress the boy beneath him as he strokes himself at a furious pace, and bullies his way up the couch so he can paint gojo's pretty face with his own cum.

and the braindead slut that gojo's turned into, he runs his tongue along his lips to lick clean whatever's landed there and moans like he's taken a bite of the best meal of his life.