Warmth radiating throughout the sheets in which she sleeps, a moment of annoyance occurs which convinces her to open her eyes and identify the movements that rustle her.
"Good morning, my love.", he presses a soft kiss against her temple and leans back in hopes to catch the display of her groggy reaction. She sweetly smiles back at him, tilting her chin upwards as if to invite him in for another so leans back in, thinking, 'She's so fucking perfect.'
Throwing her body over to the other side in an attempt to relieve stiff muscles, her shoulder comes up and accidentally pops him in the face, leaving the prideful man shocked and confused.
He's still not used to the cute, nonchalant behavior he receives from her sometimes. He knows she isn't trying to hurt his feelings, she merely isn't under his spell like other women always are. The spell of Satoru Gojo.
'Well actually...', he corrects himself, 'To some degree, that would be a lie.', not that it matters to him.
Satoru was born into this world under a heavy clan name with even heavier chains of expectation. He was the first child of Gojo clan in over 300 years to inherit all of the clan's ancient techniques; something that would eventually make him untouchable by any other living being.
Typically, if a child is born with shaman powers these abilities surface upon the child's 6th year of age but Satoru's clan in particular bears a rare technique called "the Six Eyes" that made his unfortunate power evident the first time he opened his own, sealing his fate.
"My love, you know you just shouldered me in the face, right? That hurt!", he teases this but in reality it barely bothered him as one would assume. The thing is, another Gojo family technique is the harnessing of Infinity. Through the molecular manipulation of absent space, Satoru can determine an object's speed as well as the time and distance the object needs to reach him. Using this, he is able to manipulate the open spaces to increase the distance between himself and the object infinitely.
This happens on such a minuscule scale that usually he has to brief the few bewildered opponents that are somehow unaware yet curious enough to inquire. In relation to math, the slight manipulation of the perception of space and distance will always leave the object slowing, never reaching its target, ever. It's usually deemed as quite the explanation, his proof being his enemy's eyes swelling, the awe that washes over them as they realize they were no different than the opponent before, no longer questioning how their attacks never even grazed him. Truthfully, it fills him with so much pride to be reassured as the strongest. He can't help but bask in these thoughts while cultivating his counterattack, obliterating any trace they ever existed. Nothing that his mind perceives as dangerous will ever touch him. Ever.
Except her.
"Sati, I just want to sleep innnn…" she mumbles through the pillow with her face tucked into it, soon feeling the angle of the mattress shift downward behind her leading to the weight looming over her now.
"It's already 9am, love. How much sleep do you expect me to let you have? Don't you want to...spend some time with me?", he seductively relays this as his hands slide up the outer parts of her thigh then to her hip slowly increasing the pressure of his touch until he grips her waist.
She partially rolls over onto her back now awakened by the way his voice danced in her ear. Tired or not she can never seem to deny the man. It's not like he's even too demanding he just has a way of firing her up without effort; sometimes all it takes is a look. She always becomes so saturated with his existence, he's so domineering at times that she often feels she can't even breathe. It's addicting. How did she even end up with this wonderfully perfect man? She ponders on this as she stares into his blinding sky blue eyes, watching them search her as she does them.
"Oh? So you're awake now?" Satoru bears a devilish smirk, "Good."
Her eyes still haven't left his. She absolutely loves the way he looks when he succumbs to his lust. Satoru's premature silver locks rest in a disheveled manner above his ears, across his forehead, around his eyes. And oh my god, thoseeyes. The way his lids float at half-mast devouring the image of her that lays before him.
She almost sees the mischievous thoughts swirling in his mind, can almost taste his physical thirst.
He leans in toward to her, closing the space between his clothed pelvis and her side lying rear as he slowly brushes his growing member against her backside. The hand that once gripped her waist is now trickling up her abdomen, grazing up between her breasts before finally resting into a soft latch around her throat. He holds her there as he bends down, pressing his lips against hers in delicate but deep manner.
"Mmmmm...", the moan leaves her mouth only to be sucked into his. He fucking loves that. The sound registering in his ears always causes him to twitch in an area below.
As she lays there twisted partially on her back and pinned into the pillow she once sought refuge from, she can't help but give herself over to Satoru; showing with her needing expression just how willing she is to be his again in this moment. As his face hovers above hers she bites her bottom lip in anticipation for the sensations that she knows shortly are going to overwhelm her.
His gaze melts her as he continues to grind, bringing the hand that's holds her throat hostage back to her hip for stabilization as his movements intensify. His left arm that supported his weight now is brought up to cup the left side of her face, bringing his thumb to glide over her bottom lip; a small gasp sounding from deep in his chest.
"My love, stay just like that.", the nuance of his authority makes her squirm with excitement.
He drags himself off of the bed to remove his sweatpants, revealing the smaller but not small member of his. He grabs himself as he again washes his eyes over her body, wondering, 'How is it I have the luck of being able to keep her?'
Flashes of memories he alone has of how their fates intertwined play in his mind; the evil in his nature threatening to release as he recalls the knowledge she is left without. Almost instinctively, the chromatic light in his eyes slowly fades as an animalistic man now shifts into something long buried away.
"Sati, what the hell are you doing back there? You wake me up and then you WAKE me up. You know I don't like to be teased!", she says it sarcastically while her expression morphs into something completely different, almost angelic.
Before she can sit up and turn her body around to see what delays him, she's shoved back down, head hitting the pillow and her back making contact with the bed so abruptly that the champagne sheets flutter like wings outward beneath her.
He has her right where he wants her and she is right where she wants to be.
His once gentle hands rush to hike her midnight blue night slip that usually coasts along her thighs, not being able to withstand the pressure from his bulge anymore. Grabbing at the base of himself with his right hand he secures his left around her neck once again. Guiding his member to play with her exposed labia, he relishes at the sight of visible proof of her desire leaking from that second favorite smile of hers before viewing her face to see his first.
She whimpers quietly as he draws lines between her most sensitive areas with his girth, each time daring to slip into her bare essence. Unable to move she begins to vocalize frustration with how he is prolonging the inevitable pleasure that they're both seeking, attempting to thrust her hips onto him in hopes of stealing his organ.
"Oh? Is that what you want my love? Me inside of you?", Gojo smirks as he cocks his head slightly upward, enjoying the praise while entering her slowly.
She gasps at the feeling of being parted by her lover. It doesn't seem to matter how many times they come together like this, there's always that initial stretch that sends a mixture of sensations throughout her body. He never fails to bend her soul in ways she could never physically contort. As she stares into his eyes through her fluttering lashes she watches him as he works himself in more.
He throws his head back fully now, almost in disbelief as he feels her wrap around him, clenching his movements as he burrows in deeper.
"My Elska…", her name escapes his lips in a tender moan as he's now pressing his abdomen into her, unable to bury himself anymore. Sensually, he backs out half way and begins to slowly, but deeply thrust back in.
His love lays there with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he pumps himself into her, loving the scene of watching her crumble already when he has just begun.
Satoru understands what she is feeling though, it happens to him too whenever they are connected like this. Every time. What he has never been able to fully comprehend, however, is how an utterly powerful shaman such as herself could be reduced to such a vulnerable mess while underneath him.
It's one of the first things that intrigued him after they first met but she, of course, wouldn't know that now. No, she would never know how her defiance, rage, vulnerability, prowess, and oddly enough, forgiveness began to snap the evil coils that postured him for his entire life prior to having her. He shudders internally.
Hopefully she would never know.
"Oh my god…Sati…", he unintentionally shushes her with a kiss, one where his tongue intrudes into her own. They carnally writhe fluently with each other, becoming lost in what is only in front of them.
He nearly whispers to her, "It's alright my love, you canmhmmm...let go…actually, please do.", as he increases his pace, his stealthy voice contradicting how he plunges himself back in.
Elska tenses up as the pressure in her assaulted core intensifies, sending her arms reaching up to grab at him, any part that she can manage to touch. His face leans into her palm, sweat glistening over his beautiful features as his thrusts echo crude noises into the room; the searing sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
When his eyes leave the canvas of her frame and meet hers, he notes that she is coincidentally thrown into her orgasm. The palm holding his cheek now grips his hair at the base of his head and pulls him down, their lips locking as he begins panting, breaking away only for an unobstructed gasp. He watches his love as she blissfully relaxes in front of him, listens to her labored breathing and how it blends so beautifully with her moans. He really is never going to let her go; the things she does to him and the things she lets him do to her.
"…Fuck.", he groans to the thoughts in his mind and the visuals before him, the woman he is in. He can't even abstain from his movements becoming sloppy but he continues to adorn her with affection as he chases his own release.
Watching him pant and scrunch his face in pleasure is the best sight for her, it makes her feel like an absolute goddess knowing he's feeling that good. She would almost feel shy about this in the moment if she weren't already on full display for him, taking him in and coaxing him with low words to reach his end.
**KNOCK KNOCK**
"For fucks sake…", he howls at the apartment door, "Go the-fuck-away!", now intensifying his ramming. 'God damn it, I'm almost there...almost...', soaring through his mind, determined to properly finish.
The door handle jiggles and forces Elska's awareness to return and eyes to unfasten at the realization that the door is unlocked.
"Gojooooo! Tough shit, I'm coming in!" a familiar voice warns.
"No DON'T!" Elska shrieks in horror but Satoru merely continues on, clenching his grip on her before whispering a deep and sultry, "fuuuck".
The door swings open to show a shocked Toji Fushiguro, a fellow colleague from the world her and Satoru share.
"I told you…to go…the fuck...awaaaay…", Satoru manages out his annoyance as he gifts Elska's uncovered body with his juices, still minutely thrusting as he turns towards Toji.
"Dude, what are you staring at?", Gojo hisses, feeling Toji's mind drinking in the images of his Elska. His love.
Toji's lingering gaze darts away from Elska who is now cowering under the sheets in an attempt to shield her body…just not fast enough. That's fine with him though. Toji always thought she was gorgeous but now he knows.
"Yeah, uhhh well get some fucking clothes on and meet me downstairs in the foyer," Fushiguro clears his throat, divulging a more serious and practiced tone, "There's been an attack."