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Considering that Gojou had struggled to convince Yuuji to play Mario Kart with him for all of twenty minutes, the enthusiasm with which the teenager asked him for a VR headset should probably have raised an eyebrow. But he showed him the trailer for Beat Saber and, yeah, that did look cool, and might let Yuuji get some excess energy out.
So, he bought one the next day and lay on the sofa watching Yuuji wrestle with sensors and connecting it to his computer for most of the afternoon. Once it was finally working, it seemed to live up to the hype. Yuuji spent easily an hour flailing around and tripping over the coffee table while Gojou did paperwork (ugh) and laughed at him. By the time he had enough, he was a giggly, sweaty mess and the headset left a distinct goggle-shape red mark across his face.
“It cannot possibly be that fun,” Gojou teased.
“You try it and then tell me that, go on,” Yuuji insisted, holding out the headset for Gojou to take.
It was gross with sweat now but he took it anyway, adjusting the head straps. “It isn’t going to work for me.”
“How can you know? Why not?”
“It feels like you’re actually stood wherever the hell it shows you, right? Because you’re getting most of your context from your eyeballs.” Gojou pointed at his eyes. “These are only two of six. I’ll still have four looking at the room.”
“Just try it!” Yuuji said, grabbing the headset again and shoving it down onto Gojou’s head.
He sighed and adjusted it, and then Yuuji started up the game again.
They had to recalibrate it and the sensors because Gojou was so much taller, but to his surprise it still managed to pick up his movements and position. The two little screens showed him what looked like a tunnel. The illusion of depth was quite good, he had to admit. If it weren’t for the Six Eyes he could see how it would be possible to trick yourself into thinking it was real.
Gojou was way more focused on Yuuji than the game. The boy didn’t sit down, instead hovering around the edge of the sensor area, grinning as Gojou swung his arms around and ducked and hopped from side to side. “Think they’ve got any Vocaloid?”
“Sure they do. Want one?”
“Yeah.”
Yuuji swapped the song for him. Luckily he knew this one much better than he knew the Western song that had been on before. Gojou re-oriented himself in the room so he wouldn’t smack into anything and, because he thought Yuuji would get a kick out of it, started to use the game as an excuse to dance.
By the time the song was over Yuuji was laughing and dancing behind him, and Gojou wanted to bottle up all that glee and drink it.
Gojou pulled the headset off to give it back. “I still think Mario Kart is better.”
Yuuji pouted. “Stupid Six Eyes.”
“It just feels like I’m sat right up against a TV screen.”
“I mean, I guess that’s how it works, right? Or… two tiny TV screens.”
“Exactly. The trick is good though. I kind of wish it worked for me,” Gojou plopped himself back down on the couch, determined to finish his paperwork today if it killed him.
Yuuji hummed and went back to the computer.
“If you want another game just put it on my card,” Gojou reminded him.
“Will do, thanks Gojou-sensei.”
*
“I think I’ve thought of a way you could have fun with VR,” Yuuji announced a few days later, as Gojou came home from work.
He was tired. It had been a long day. He’d been teaching, and he’d been bounced across Tokyo to deal with four different curses that evening. He wanted to eat and shower and maybe get a bit of sleep.
But, God help him, Gojou could never deny Yuuji anything. So if he wanted to experiment with the headset again, he would indulge him.
Yuuji was shirtless. Which was unexpected. It immediately helped improve his mood and he couldn’t help but smile.
Gojou gestured at his chest. “What do I owe this treat to?”
He really was a treat. He’d clearly been working out, his muscles popping with that post-gym definition that made Gojou want to bite them, and sweat still glistening on his skin.
“It’s part of the fun,” Yuuji explained. He paused, just looking at Gojou. “Take your clothes off, then. Unless you’d get off on ruining your uniform.”
He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. The blindfold came off first, leaving him blinking in the artificial light. Jacket, shirt, pants – he dumped it all on the ground, just kicking it behind the couch.
Yuuji was fiddling with the headset, pointedly stood in front of the computer monitor so Gojou couldn’t see what was on the screen.
“Don’t all those cables feel strange against your skin?” Gojou asked as he perched on the arm of the couch to watch Yuuji. They were draped over his arm like a kitchen cloth.
“What? No, they’re just rubber.”
“Got a lot of experience with rubber?” He teased.
Yuuji shot him a withering look, which quickly changed into a frown. “Boxers off too.”
Gojou was feeling like being a dick today, but he wasn’t about to argue about getting naked. He kicked them off to join the rest of his clothes.
Yuuji hummed, holding the headset to his eyes briefly to check the picture. “Sit on the couch, get comfortable, and get yourself hard.”
“If you’re going to make me jack off watching you play that game you might make me want to jump you every time.”
“That’s not what we’re doing.” Yuuji pulled the headset off again. “I said get yourself hard. I mean, if you’re not feeling like it, I can keep you denied all evening. No difference for me.”
“You’re being mean today,” Gojou grumbled as he grabbed his dick, giving it a few firm tugs to get himself started.
As if to humor him, or prove that he wasn’t feeling that mean, Yuuji slid his sweatpants down over his ass and let them fall to the ground. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so Gojou now had a wonderful view to help him out.
“Don’t worry too much, I really do want this to be a treat,” Yuuji said. He finally seemed happy with whatever he was doing with the computer, and walked around to the back of the couch. He set the headset down and instead looped his arms over Gojou’s shoulders, cheek against the side of his head, to watch him touching himself. “Little Toru-chan has been quite well-behaved lately, hasn’t he?”
“Are you talking about me or my cock?”
“Your cock. Unless you want me to call you Toru-chan. Would you like that? I could put you in a school skirt.”
“Mm. I’d look pretty stupid.”
“Maybe that’s the plan. I think you’d like looking stupid.” He paused. “Though actually I find the idea quite hot.”
Gojou tried to imagine it as he licked his thumb and rubbed the head of his cock with it. And found that he found the idea quite hot too. Especially if Yuuji could at least pretend that he looked dumb. Or if they could pretend Yuuji was forcing him to wear it. Yeah, that would be especially good.
Yuuji reached down and swatted Gojou’s hand away. Instead he started to rub it in circles near the base. “Touch like this. Like a girl,” he ordered, lingering for a while longer. It felt surprisingly good. He was quickly getting hard, his dick bouncing side to side under Yuuji’s fingers.
When he pulled away Gojou whined, hand flying in to replace Yuuji’s. The urge to wrap his fingers around his shaft and stroke properly was very strong, but, well. He was stronger. He made the same teasing circles, enjoying the way it made his foreskin pull and slide and how it twitched and swayed, needy for more despite the attention.
“Good boy,” Yuuji muttered in his ear. His breath was hot and his voice low, far more sultry and dirtier than someone his age should have been able to muster. “That’s it. Keep rubbing, slowly. Now close your eyes.”
Gojou grunted, annoyed, because he was enjoying looking at himself. Yuuji grabbed his hair and pulled, dragging his head back onto the back of the couch, forcing him to look straight up at him.
“What difference does it make to you? You can see anyway. Close your eyes, Satoru.”
He did as he was told, begrudgingly, and Yuuji let go of his hair.
With the Six Eyes he could see Yuuji behind him pick the headset back up, checking once again that it was still working, and fiddling with the cables. He could see that Yuuji was hard over there, and Gojou was disappointed that he hadn’t been able to touch it yet.
Then Yuuji slid the headset over Gojou’s head, letting it nestle into place. He kept his eyes closed obediently, though he was curious. He could tell the little screens were playing something already.
Yuuji pressed an earbud into one of Gojou’s ears and immediately he was met with loud, desperate moaning. Wet slapping sounds and heavy breathing and—
“You can open your eyes now.”
It was gay porn, which was not a surprise after hearing that. But Yuuji had fucked with the headset somehow. A different video of the same couple was playing in each eye, so they overlapped in his vision like ghosts. One of the men was older, deliciously hairy, greying, and hung like a fucking horse. His partner was about Gojou’s age and was absolutely insatiable. Or at least his hole was, if these videos were anything to go off.
“—toru?”
“Hm?”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You look like you’re about to try and rip your dick off.”
Gojou forced himself to take stock of what his body was doing. His dick was in his fist and he was gripping it painfully tightly. So he let go, pressing his palm to his thigh instead.
And then Yuuji’s arms were around his neck again, strong, callused hands roaming over his chest and breath tickling his ear.
“I’m good. I… how did you get this idea?”
“I just thought it might be cool to play with. Wanted to give you plenty to distract all those eyes with.”
Yuuji vaulted over the back of the sofa without breaking contact with Satoru, settling next to him. He stroked the back of Satoru’s hand, then pried it up and led it to his crotch. Yuuji was rock hard and although Satoru was very, very distracted, instinct kicked in and he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, just tight enough for Yuuji to thrust into.
“Good. Don’t give me a death grip or I swear I’m going to punch your balls.”
Satoru laughed weakly. He couldn’t decide which eye to focus on. Or should he be trying to ignore the images in front of him and focus on Yuuji’s twitching cock and his voice in his ear instead?
Even if he did manage to decide one way or the other, he wouldn’t have been able to ignore any of it. His physical eyes were fully occupied, twin images of that twunk getting absolutely railed leaving him wide-eyed and reluctant to blink. God, what he wouldn’t give to be fucked that hard. To end up bruised and mewling and clutching his guts as he was used.
His cock twitched lamely and smacked against his abdomen. He was leaking; he could feel the precum hot and wet as it slid down his shaft.
Then Yuuji’s hands were on him again. One on his chest, callused fingertips circling and brushing over and pinching his nipples, making him gasp and puff out his chest to chase the feeling. The other hand just barely on his dick, right down at the base. He started rubbing him in circles again.
It had felt good before but it felt torturous now, the rest of him aching and throbbing and begging for more.
“You’re going to fucking kill me, Yuuji—”
“Gentle, now. Don’t grip me too hard, remember?”
Satoru stretched out his fingers to reset his grip. His forearm was aching with the effort of controlling himself already. He wanted to jerk Yuuji off like he would get himself off – hard and fast and probably several times in a row. But he couldn’t. Muscles in his arms flexed and shivered as he started stroking him again, trying to match the jerky rhythm of Yuuji’s hips.
He looked at Yuuji with his Six Eyes and forced himself to actually take in the sight. It was surreal, his mind too overloaded to manage the three streams of information separately and instead merging them together.
He could see Yuuji kneeling on the couch, hips twitching and sweat beading at his hairline. He could see himself, flushed redder than he’d ever been in his life, panting like he’d sprinted a mile, hands shaking and jaw hanging slack. Drool on his chin.
In the headset, one of the videos had finished and another started to play. Now in one eye the younger man was being folded in half against a headboard and in the other his hungry hole was being stretched out as he bent over a desk. Satoru felt his own hole twitch in sympathy. In envy, too.
He wanted to be filled. Needed it. But he already felt like he was going to explode.
“You look delicious, Satoru. I want to eat you,” Yuuji said, breath hot against Satoru’s ear. “All brainless and stupid. You’re trying so hard to be gentle, aren’t you? Not to hurt me, not to fuck your fist, not to pull out the headset’s wires…”
Yuuji moved some of the cables to prove his point, letting them slide across Satoru’s shoulders and chest and jostle the headset around. “Bet you’re barely hearing me right now. Tell me, do you like them? The videos I picked for you? I watched them all while you were off working. Sat at your computer and got myself off to them, you know, to make sure they were good enough.”
Satoru nodded dumbly, then gasped as that made the cables move again. Every single touch was too much right now. Everything was turned up to eleven. His cock was throbbing painfully and it wasn’t enough and was entirely too much all at once.
“Uhuh,” was the only response Satoru managed.
“Good boy. Are you close? Could you come like this?”
He didn’t think so. But Yuuji wasn’t really asking for his input – it was a command. Sink deeper. Let it fill his head until his whole body felt as sensitive as his cock. Let his balls ache and ache until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to come.
The other video changed now too. In one eye the younger man was now being fisted. In the other, he was lying with his head over the edge of the bed as he was throat-fucked, face a picture of bliss and covered in tears and drool.
It was getting harder and harder to control himself. His hand stilled around Yuuji’s cock because it was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing it and grinding his palm down against Yuuji’s body.
The head of his cock seemed to have a pulse all of its own, hot and angry and desperate as Yuuji continued to rub him ever so patiently. Satoru could see Yuuji, lips parted, a delicate pink blush across his face as he watched Satoru fall apart.
The images were swimming together. He couldn’t tell them apart anymore. Which eye was seeing what didn’t matter.
It was all happening at once and all of it was him and Yuuji.
Satoru came with a shout. His muscles jerked and he bent over so fast that the headset was ripped up onto his forehead, leaving him watching his own cock as he spilled his load onto Yuuji’s hand. Yuuji took his dick into his hand properly to stroke him through it, so gentle and soft and indulgent that he could cry.
When finally the last spasms cleared, Satoru flopped back.
God, he loved this. He loved Yuuji. This cute student of his who could reduce him to a puddle of goo on a whim.
Yuuji kissed his forehead and wiped the drool from his face. “I think that was a hit,” he said with a smirk.
Satoru grunted. It was about all he could manage. “I… you didn’t…”
“Yes, I did.” Yuuji grabbed Satoru’s wrist and lifted it up so Satoru could look at the spunk on his hand. When had that happened?
He felt bad that he hadn’t noticed, even though Yuuji seemed quite pleased. To make up for it, Satoru licked the cum off his own hand, then grabbed Yuuji’s and cleaned that up too. It was the least he could do.
Yuuji pushed him back onto the couch and lay down on top of him, pinning him to the cushions. He kissed Satoru’s chest and then covered his eyes with his palm. “Sleep. You were tired before.”
Satoru huffed, because he didn’t like being told what to do – liar, why do you insist on lying to yourself? – but he had to admit, he was exhausted.
“You’re gonna have to find new porn to fill that thing up with,” he mumbled.
“Oh no, what a hardship!”