[ Gojo has known that Nanami was an omega since their school days, when there would come a time every few months when they'd have to all be separated from one another to keep each other 'safe' - one of Yaga's rules, he'd been sure, as if they'd all struggle with their self-control and pounce on one another like rabbits.
They do that now that they're adults, but that's hardly the point.
The thing is, Gojo can admit to being endeared by Nanami, in the same way that some people might enjoy poking a bear to see how it reacts. He gets blocked regularly enough, he has doors slammed on his face, scolding words boxing his ears, but he knows that if either one of them needed the other they would be there to offer support and a friendship that comes from years of fighting curses and dealing with the politics of jujutsu society. Sure, Nanami took a break, but the point is that he came back.
The point is that Gojo trusts him, as much as he trusts anyone with all the things that go on in his head, so when he creeps up behind the other man outside his apartment, he can do it with a smug little grin. He knows what he's doing, and he's aware that Nanami likely knows what time it is; Gojo's ruts are as regular as the seasons themselves, never sneaking up on him. Maybe it's a side effect of his Six Eyes, or maybe it's just something that happens when you're Satoru Gojo. ]
Nanami~
[ His lean body drapes over Nanami's shoulders from behind, one arm wrapping around his chest, not caring a lick about the fact that they're in public. He's warm to the touch, his blindfold in place as he nuzzles into his partner's neck, deliberate and obvious. ]
It's time to take care of your favourite senpai. Let me inside, won't you?
[ It would figure that Gojo would stalk him outside of his apartment because his rut arrived. Nanami isn't even that surprised when he feels an arm go around his chest and the familiar scent of his senior as he nuzzles into his neck. Hell, he doesn't even stiffen. He just unlocks the door to the front of his building and walks inside, assuming Gojo will follow along and not let himself be detached from Nanami so easily.
They've been doing this for a while now — hooking up with each other during heats and ruts. Ever since they were teenagers, sometime after Geto left, after Haibara died, that's when they started. Nanami even relied on Gojo for his heats when he left jujutsu society, when he was just a salaryman, and even as Gojo kept asking him to come back and he kept refusing, he still let Gojo warm his bed at night despite that. So this is all... old hat, in a way. He's not surprised by it and in fact, comforted a little by the routine.
Despite it all, they're not bonded. Nanami might smell like Gojo's omega and his nest definitely has Gojo's scent in it, but his neck is very much bare. They haven't really talked about it, about what either of them want, and with the constant threat of death that comes from being a sorcerer, being unbonded is probably better than bonded. Still, it's something that comes up sometimes in Nanami's thoughts, usually when he's laying with Gojo after being knotted and feeling particularly high on endorphins.
He'll lead Gojo towards the elevator, stopping his pace as they get there and just letting Gojo continue to hang off of him while he waits for the elevator to arrive. ]
You smell depraved. You're taking a shower once we get inside.
[ He can smell Gojo's rut already, how close it is, but just because he can smell it doesn't mean he's going to let Gojo do whatever he wants. No, shower first, prepare himself, and then he'll be allowed to touch Nanami. ]
[ Sometimes, Gojo does wonder if he ought to be a little nicer, a little kinder to Nanami, given how... Desperate he gets around these times, when his mind is focused on getting his knot squeezed rather than on what it might mean emotionally. He's more than capable of keeping control of himself, able to handle it alone if he has to, but the reality is that he and Nanami have been taking care of one another for so long that it almost doesn't matter what else is going on around them.
He knows he can rely on Nanami, just like he knows the omega can rely on him for when the heats get truly bad. There's a layer of trust between them that few others could understand, and maybe he likes it that way. He can be a little greedy and selfish sometimes, too.
Right now, the primal part of him is pleased the more he shoves his body into Nanami's, smug at the knowledge that they smell like each other, desperate to solidify that into something real. Neither of them had ever asked, had ever broached the question, but he'd thought about it enough times: how it might feel, to sink his teeth into Nanami's neck and claim him forever. What would threaten the two of them together? No one would dare try and come between him and his omega, after all.
The elevator takes its time, and it means Gojo can smirk, nuzzling into the other man's neck and wrapping an arm around his waist, to tug him back. He's already hard, grinding his cock into Nanami without shame, unconcerned with who might come across them. He can't be blamed: he's an alpha going into rut. People get it. ]
Nanami... Don't make me wait.
[ He's pouting, lips pressed to the warm skin of the other man's neck. ]
You like it when I smell like this. I bet you're getting all slick for me already.
[ It's still embarrassing, having Gojo grind into him like this in near public. Yeah, people get it, people can smell exactly why Gojo is being this shameless but this is still Nanami's apartment building, he still has neighbors here, he still has to look them in the eye. So, he makes a noise of discontent as Gojo continues to grope him and tries to focus.
But his body, traitor that it is, is starting to get slick at the scent of Gojo, at the feeling of him pressed against his ass and his lips against his throat. Unthinkingly, Nanami raises a hand to slide it into Gojo's hair, keeping him against his throat and combing his fingers lightly through the soft strands as his eyes watch the elevator number tick down to the first floor. ]
You could've called. Let me know to expect you.
[ Which would've helped, yeah, but on the other hand — Nanami's heat/rut tracker app absolutely did tell him that Gojo's rut was coming either today or tomorrow. He can't pretend he didn't know.
Thankfully, the elevator door opens then and it's blissfully empty inside, so Nanami curls his other hand against the arm Gojo has wrapped around his waist and drags him into the elevator like that. He presses for his floor then, a little frustrated that it's one of the higher up floors instead of being able to get there immediately. He's got Gojo's scent in his nose and his cock against his ass and that's testing even his self-control.
[ If he didn't think Nanami liked it, deep down - buried beneath that exterior of scowling and pretence - then Gojo might well stop. He knows that he pushes boundaries, he knows that he can nudge and break down walls, but the last thing he wants is to do something that his partner (Nanami, it's always Nanami) doesn't like. It's supposed to be fun, spending their heats and ruts together, not a trial. He doesn't want to make this another part of life that Nanami dislikes.
He has enough of that in his work, let alone dragging it into his social life.
As the elevator continues its slow descent, Gojo keeps pressing in, nuzzling, scent marking Nanami with his thick, heady alpha-in-rut pheromones. No one is going to come near Nanami for weeks after this, and the idea of it thrums through him, making him all the more desperate. He wants to have his mate - not mate, friend, he growls to himself a little - bent over and fucked, sooner rather than later.
Idle fingers stroke against Nanami's stomach as he tries to find the right words to reply. ]
You knew I was coming. You're too organised, aren't you?
[ The whine is so, so attractive, and Gojo leans in, pressing soft kisses against his neck, scraping his teeth gently. He wants, oh, he wants so much, and it's hard to resist the urge; fingers start to press up inside Nanami's shirt, sneaking in between buttons. ]
[ He does, he does. He likes it so much. He likes Gojo so much. He doesn't want to spend his heats with anyone else, doesn't want Gojo to spend his ruts with anyone else. He's so achingly fond of the other man it's unbearable, so he keeps his strict attitude in order to manage his own emotions properly. If he just let go, if he just gave in... that would be too much for him and he wouldn't be able to come back from it. So, they have this push and pull instead and Gojo, frustratingly enough, knows exactly how to handle him.
He wants to whine some more, wants to bend over, wants to feel Gojo slide into his slick passage and lose himself to his rut. It's embarrassing, how bad he wants it. He lifts a hand to rub at his face, peeling off his sunglasses and tucking them into his jacket pocket as tired eyes look back at the elevator screen. They're almost there now.
He turns his head, brushes his lips across Gojo's forehead, fingers still curled in soft strands. He takes a moment to breathe him in, feeling Gojo's fingers slipping into his shirt and teasing. This wouldn't be the first time they don't make it to Nanami's apartment and have a bit of an incident in the elevator, but Nanami doesn't want to repeat that. Even if Gojo doesn't have any sense right now, Nanami does. So he takes a breath, tries to focus again, only a few more seconds.
The elevator finally opens up on his floor before he can say anything or do anything foolish and Nanami lets out a sigh of relief. Another quick kiss is pressed to Gojo's forehead before he's moving out of the elevator, dragging Gojo along with him. He knows the man won't let go of him, so he stumbles forward, trying not to trip on each other's feet, as they head to Nanami's apartment door. ]
Just — let me get the door open.
[ Said a little breathlessly. In the time from getting Gojo attached to him downstairs till now, even his self-control has waned. His threat of making Gojo shower first is all but forgotten in favor of just needing Gojo on him entirely. The scent of him is heady and strong and Nanami can never get used to how it makes him feel — how it makes his head spin and want thrum through his body like nothing else. Fuck, he wants Gojo so bad, he's even fumbling slightly with the keys from how much his hands are shaking at this point. His body feels sticky. His clothes feel suffocating. His hole is slick and he just needs his alpha. ]
[ Each gentle touch to his hair, the scrape of nails on his scalp, is delicious, making him shiver and want more. He keeps rocking into Nanami, wanting to bite and mark him, to cover him in bruises and a mishmash of his own want and desire. He wants Nanami to feel this later, in a week's time, pressing his fingers into the just-there shape of where Gojo had touched him and teased him, had brought him such pleasure and such relief.
When they finally get themselves to Nanami's door, the shake of his fingers is... Terribly cute. Gojo has to shift, moving around, ducking against Nanami and reaching to take his keys, to slide them into the lock and open the door himself. It's definitely attractive, knowing he has this much power over his handsome omega, but he doesn't rub it in his face this time. There are other things he wants to be rubbing right now.
Knocking Nanami through the doorway, he shuts it behind them and then turns, twisting to shove the omega against the door as he leans up and finally, finally presses their mouths together, pressing his too-tall body against Nanami's own blockier one.
He's so big for an omega, so wide and strong... It makes Gojo groan. ]
So good for me, aren't you? I can smell it, Kento...
[ Long fingers slip down, untucking his shirt, desperate to get at Nanami's cock, to have it in his mouth. The kind of alpha that Gojo is remains unchanged - wanting to take care of his precious omega, to feel him come time and time and time again until his pretty body can't take it any more. ]
[ There's a relief in Nanami's body when Gojo takes the keys from him and unlocks the door himself, even if it's also mired in how flustered he is by that fact. It's not even his heat but his body responds so strongly to Gojo and his scent that his control slips from his fingers easily and right into Gojo's waiting hands. He'll feel embarrassed about this later, as he always does, but for right now it doesn't matter as they stumble in through the doorway and Nanami feels like he's finally able to breathe for a moment.
Just a moment though because Gojo is shoving him up against the door and Nanami doesn't even have it in him to scold Gojo for wrinkling his suit. Instead he kisses him back, hungry and desperate, his hands fisting the front of Gojo's uniform and moaning helplessly into his mouth as they kiss. Gojo's so tall, he's the only one around who can make Nanami feel small, makes him still feel like the stringy lanky kid he was when he was a teenager instead of the more built out man he is now. But it doesn't matter because whatever he is — he knows Gojo likes it and that's what's really key.
Which is why his answer to Gojo's sweet plea is just a nod. His hand comes back to loosen his tie, pulling it out of its knot and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well. It brings his scent to the forefront, the needy desperation lacing it as he drags Gojo in for one more kiss before he moves to suck him off. He needs to taste him, just a little more, urgent and hungry as he slides their tongues against each other and he moans into his mouth.
When the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva hangs between their separated mouths, breaking only when Nanami licks his lips and looks back at Gojo with a hooded look. He's flushed, he's aroused, and he's ready for whatever his alpha wants. ]
[ Gojo has always enjoyed a level of control, mostly from his instinct - he wants to take care of Nanami because the alpha part of him burns to do it, wants to make sure that he is well taken care of, that he is cherished, even if he might tease and be the most irritating man at the same time. There's no denying the fact that he wants to keep pushing, his desire to bully coming in equal parts with his desire to make sure Nanami feels as good as possible.
His rut might be taking over him, making him a little more desperate and intense than he was before, but his first instinct is always to cherish, to take care, to do whatever he can to make sure that his partner feels cherished and well taken care of. He wants to devote himself entirely to Nanami's pleasure, and the best part of it is that he knows he's good at it, dangerous in the power that he holds - Gojo knows how to tease, how to pleasure, how to fuck, and Nanami Kento is his foremost victim and the holder of his heart.
Things he could never say aloud.
Slipping down to his knees, deliberately scraping his teeth on Nanami's neck as he goes, he settles on his knees and lets himself undo his belt, throw it aside, undo his trousers, reaching in for his cock without even bothering to take them off. Gojo knows what he wants, and what he wants is to utterly devour his omega, to feel him get soaked with slick until he's ready for Gojo's knot.
It's going to be a long one - it always is when it comes to an alpha like Gojo - and Nanami is going to have to take it all.
Hand around his omega's cock, he smirks a little, flicking his tongue over the tip with a soft hum. ]
I'm going to take care of you now, Kento.
[ And then he's taking him down, deep in his throat, without pause. ]
[ If Nanami allowed himself to be more sentimental about Gojo, he would agree that Gojo knows exactly how to take care of him. The man was his first and has been his only since they started hooking up years ago and Nanami has never once felt the urge to look for someone else because Gojo meets all his needs and then some. It makes him wonder sometimes — does he like what he like because of Gojo or does he like what he like and Gojo just happens to fulfill those needs? He can't exactly tell, with how intwined they are with each other. It would take looking for another partner to figure that out and the thought of that makes him a little sick to his stomach.
But this all means he ends up in a situations like this — slumped against the door, feeling flushed and wanton, looking a little debauched from the way Gojo kissed him and bit at him. He moans softly as Gojo drags his teeth against his throat while he starts to drop down lower and the urge to get Gojo to bite him properly swells inside of him once again. It always happens during these heats and ruts. He always wants more even if he doesn't let himself have it.
He thinks blearily that he should be prepared for his own heat. Their schedules are pretty synced up with how frequently they get together. It's likely Gojo's rut will trigger his heat and they'll disappear for a few days to take care of each other as a result. At the very least, Nanami recently did food shopping so they should be fine. Things he can't help but think about as Gojo slides to his knees in front of him.
But any thought of logistics and other things goes out the window when Gojo's pleased voice comes out and then he takes Nanami's cock swiftly into his mouth. Nanami moans, shuddering slightly, and his hands fall into Gojo's soft hair, curling his fingers into the messy strands. ]
A-Ah, nngh, Satoru...
[ Gojo has sucked him off plenty of times before but by god, it never gets any easier to take. Nanami's eyes fall closed and his head drops against the door as he savors the warm, wet mouth around his cock and the way Gojo swallows against him. Gojo will be able to smell Nanami getting more slick from arousal as well, Nanami's body giving away everything to the alpha.
His hips rock and he breathes harshly through his nose, shuddering slightly at the feeling of the mouth around his cock. He wants more, he wants Gojo to suck on him until he comes and then he wants to be fucked by his alpha. He moans again, louder, the picture of wanton omega right now with the way he shudders and shakes and can barely hold himself upright. ]
[ When it comes to people like them, sorcerers who are often on the front lines, sentimentality can't come into it. Gojo had experienced that before, in the past, and he has been paying the price for it for years now - and Nanami has felt the same. They've both lost someone important to them, who had changed their view of the world for better or for worse, so giving into those feelings again feels like an impossibility. Allowing your heart to be vulnerable is a terrible fate, and love remains the most twisted curse of them all.
That doesn't stop him from feeling it, obviously, especially not in moments like this, where his utter trust in Nanami is obvious and clear. Being in a rut is not quite as vulnerable as being in heat is, but there's still a level of trust that's necessary to share it with the same person time and time again, to know they won't take advantage of it for any reason. There are numerous omegas in the world who would use Gojo's rut to get a child from him, to find their place in the clan and hold the future heir, so he has to be careful. Tactful.
He relies on Nanami for more than the other man could possibly know.
Even now, falling to his knees before Nanami, it feels like giving something over to him, letting him take something, and he can't quite find what it is in his heart. Gojo Satoru might joke and play around with people, might indulge in silly games, but he's an intelligent enough man the majority of the time. Trying to understand his own feelings (beyond the blaring foghorn of love and affection he feels when he looks at Nanami) is a little more difficult.
Taking Nanami deeper, he starts to move, letting his beautiful, handsome omega take his throat and do what he wants with it. This is one of his favourite things about their heat and rut mixing together almost perfectly, blending together as if they were a mated couple: they were obsessed with one another in the best way, wanting nothing more than to give and take and feel the most pleasure they possibly can.
Reaching up, he takes one of Nanami's hands in his own and squeezes it gently. Lean on him, he thinks. Use his strength in whatever way he wants - Gojo can take it. Fuck his mouth, claim his alpha, know that he'll be taken care of - Gojo can do that for him. ]
[ In another world, maybe things would have been different. They'd have been teenage sweethearts, bonded and together for such a long time now. But in this one, there are other things that keep them apart and Nanami does not want to be an omega with a dead alpha. And he does not want to leave Gojo as an alpha with a dead omega. So, he keeps his feelings locked up and pressed down and instead this is just — two friends helping each other out, trusting each other to be there during their heat and rut.
He understands what it's like for Gojo, how little he can trust other people with such a vulnerable state. It's the same as his infinity, constantly up in some way until right now when it's just the two of them, alone, and he knows it's because Gojo trusts him. It's a heady feeling, having his senpai's trust, and Nanami wants to make sure he is worthy of it every time.
When Gojo takes his hand, Nanami squeezes it back. A moment of what some might consider intimacy there as they reassure each other silently, over things that they don't speak of, over the trust that they both share. Nanami sighs softly as he feels himself sink into the wet heat of Gojo's mouth and he moans softly, aching. In moments like these, it doesn't matter what he tells himself and so in his head he just thinks — this is is his alpha, his alpha is taking care of him. It draws a moan out of Nanami, free hand curling against Gojo's shoulder as he rocks his hips into his mouth.
He's hard and aching, feeling slick slide from his hole and down his cheeks, knowing he's ruining his pants because of it. He can't wait until they're in his nest, both stripped down and rutting against each other like animals. He can already feel just how strong the want is, the urge to be tangled with each other. He moans again, hips picking up the pace inside of Gojo's mouth. His cock feels amazing like this, with Gojo's mouth so pliable and open for him. ]
A-Alpha... nngh...!
[ He's so close already, can feel it in his gut. His hands move to both clutch against Gojo's hair, hips pulling back and pushing into Gojo's mouth and lust taking over him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wants more but he also wants to finish like this, with Gojo's tongue against his cock, his throat around his tip, taking him completely and ruining him as a result. ]
[ If the world didn't have expectations of them - Gojo taking a mate being too high profile, their jobs too risky, things too dangerous - then he might have mated Nanami weeks ago. Months ago. Years ago. He knows that he feels deeply for this man, feels a warmth for him, something that no one else can replicate or replace: he wants nothing more than to wrap himself around Nanami and never let him go.
It's greedy of him, fingers wanting to grasp at him and keep him close, but that's the nature of Satoru Gojo, sometimes. Just a little greedy. Just enough that people can scold him for it, in time.
Groaning softly, rocking down, Gojo takes him deeper, swallowing around Nanami's cock with a pleased noise. It was incredible, it feels so incredible, and he burns for it. He wants, he wants, but he can't voice it, not with a cock inside his mouth and his mind getting fuzzier and warmer the closer he gets to going into full rut. He wants to fuck and claim, to bury his cock inside Nanami and knot him, to feel his warm, slick body fall apart for him.
He wants it more than he can say.
The pull to his hair has him moaning softly, and he lifts his head. It's too easy, then, to stare up at Nanami, knowing that dark eyes are memorising the way he looks. ]
[ The terrible part is that Nanami, despite knowing the risks, the dangers, the reasons why they shouldn't — if Gojo asked, he'd say yes. He would be his mate. He would let him bite him, bond them forever, and be happy with that until the day Gojo perished and he'd have to live the rest of his life grieving. It's stupid, it's so stupid, but to deny that he wants it would be a lie.
Nanami is just like that sometimes. He can't always be the pragmatist.
He can smell the closer Gojo gets to his rut and it makes him slick, makes him ache for more, for Gojo's knot. Gojo's pheromones are running loose and wild in the air with how close he is and Nanami is not immune to them, breathing them in and feeling his mind go hazy and feverish with want. Gojo is his mate and he wants him so badly it's driving him insane.
When he feels eyes on him, he looks down and meets Gojo's eyes. The sight of him, on his knees, cock in his mouth, pale skin flushed and plush lips red with friction. It's too much for Nanami to take and it's that that's pushing him over the edge. He moans again, presses deep into Gojo's mouth and fucks it for a few more thrusts before he's pushing in deep and releasing. He grips Gojo's hair hard, keeping him in place as he spills down his throat and makes the other man swallow every drop.
It's only when he's finished that he'll loosen his hold on Gojo and pull back, slumping against the door on shaky legs and feeling his whole body shiver with sensitivity. He breathes in deeply, taking in a lungful of Gojo's scent and whines softly in response. He still — he still wants more. ]
[ They're drawn to one another, impossible to ignore, to resist - Gojo wants Nanami in a way that feels like it has become a part of him, the desire to spend as much time with the other man overwhelming and desperate. He doesn't like when they're apart for too long, doesn't like when missions keep them separate, doesn't like the idea of them having to lose more and more time. He's selfish with that, despite how selfless he might be with other aspects of his time, with his precious and wonderful students.
Neither of them can deny their feelings for one another.
There's no hesitation as Nanami comes for him, spilling down his throat: he swallows it, letting it rest in his mouth before he leans back and licks his lips, red and flushed with a dark expression on his face. He wants more already, wants to sink down onto Nanami's cock and suck him dry, but the want of his rut has him desperate for more than that, to give over to the urge to fuck his knot into his precious - into Nanami before he loses his mind completely.
Pushing himself back up to his feet, he drapes his arms around Nanami and whines softly, nuzzling into his neck and leaving little kisses there. ]
I want more... Take me to your nest? I wanna be in there.
[ As Gojo drapes around him, Nanami responds automatically by looping his arms around Gojo's waist and holding the man flush again him. He savors the nuzzling, the soft whining, and turns his head to rub his face into the mess of soft, white hair before him. He holds him tighter, fingers curling into the back of his jacket and enjoying the embrace for what it is.
His feelings for Gojo are overwhelming and magnificent. An ache that can never quite be settled unless they were to actually bite each other and become true mates. Yet, Nanami is more than aware that cannot happen. He cannot steal the Gojo heir for himself, as much as he desperately wants to. Their responsibilities to the jujutsu society far outweigh their feelings for each other so they... they can't.
The thought makes a whine spill from Nanami's throat, unbidden. He holds Gojo tighter. ]
... You're so shameless. Demanding to be in the nest of an unbonded omega.
[ As if they're not bonded in everything but bite. Still, Nanami will shift his grip on Gojo until he's picking him up by the thighs, legs locked on either side of his waist and he carries him through the apartment. It gives Gojo as much of his scent as he wants, leaving him buried against his scent gland instead of pulled away so he can walk. Gojo is bigger than him, taller and buffer, but Nanami is still strong enough to carry him this far, at least.
When they get to Nanami's room, his nest is there. A mix of blankets and clothes (some of his, a good number of Gojo's) that gives a scent that's more of a mix of the two of them than just Nanami. He's thought about taking it down, giving Gojo his clothes back, but somehow whenever he does he always ends up with freshly cleaned and scented clothes from Gojo mixed back in. The other man is... incredibly sneaky.
He deposits him on the bed, in the middle of the nest when they get there and pulls his hands back so he can start tugging off his tie properly, unbuttoning his shirt. ]
[ The urge to bite is ever present, especially with the way that Nanami always lets him lean so close, press into him and leave kisses and marks of affection and lust all over his skin. The alpha inside of him is desperate for it, needy in a way that no one else would ever be able to inspire, but he's always forced himself to resist the urge. He doesn't want to dwell on what it means to sink that far into someone else, not when the risks are too high.
Nanami already left once, although they'd stayed together. He doesn't want to think about how it would feel if they were mated, and he chose to retire, but Gojo didn't. The pain of it would be too much. He would give up a great deal for Nanami Kento, but there are some things that only the Strongest can bear on his shoulders, and this is one of them.
When Nanami whines, Gojo leans in, rumbling a little growl in his chest, all to soothe and take care of his omega. They might not be bonded, but... They know.
They understand, surely. ]
It's not an unbonded omega. It's Nanami-kun's. The only nest I want.
[ He keeps nuzzling into Nanami's neck and skin, sucking marks and leaving little nips, a threat of something he can never do. His tongue flicks out, tasting him, wanting him, and he whines, desperate for more, more, more. His cock is so hard between his legs, completely distracting him from anything else except the desire to sink into his omega and fuck him until they were both exhausted. It's not often that Gojo gets to that point, but rutting with Nanami always leaves him that way.
Wiggling, Gojo starts to strip off his own clothes as soon as he's laid down, kicking his trousers aside and going for his shirt. ]
Nn, Nanami, I need it badly. I want to fuck you right now.
[ It's harder to focus now. The smell is Gojo's rut is deep in his nose and drawing out the omega in him, the one that wants to claim and be claimed in turn. Gojo is his alpha (even though he isn't) and Nanami wants to be the only omega who will take care of him during his rut. Nanami lets out a shuddering breath and pushes off his shirt and suit jacket, dropping both of the floor with a carelessness that isn't common for Nanami. Except in times like this. ]
I know. I'm almost done.
[ He can feel how wet he already is, just from the scent alone, and he can't smother down the whine that escapes him. No, he needs this as much as Gojo does, his entire body feeling primed now that the scent of rut is in the air. He's scrambling a little, peeling off his belt and beginning to shove down his pants, his underwear, stripping down as quickly as he can.
His underwear peels off his body, already wet with his slick and he doesn't know how his body can go from zero to a hundred so quickly when it comes to Gojo. His alpha. He swallows, still in his socks as he shuffles over Gojo's lap and takes his cock in hand. He holds it behind him as he leans above the man and slowly slides down, the head of Gojo's cock pushing at his hole before finally, finally, Nanami is able to sink down on it. ]
[ Knowing that he's safe here with Nanami to take care of him in his ruts is something that Gojo probably takes for granted more often than he should, but their promise of each other is enough that they're painfully in synch time and time again. It's the desire for more that makes him hurt, and watching Nanami strip down, push his clothing aside and bare himself has his cock twitching and the urge to knot all the harder to ignore and press to one side.
He's not bold enough to declare it as love, as anything more than something that has strung the two of them together in a perfect harmony, but in another life, another world... Nanami understands. They've both always understood the roles and positions they've been forced into, despite the circumstances and the depth of their feeling.
Arms wrap around Nanami immediately, tugging him close - and down, pushing his cock up into his needy omega, grinding into him with a pleased moan. It's home, it's perfect, and Gojo leans up to scrape his too-sharp teeth over Nanami's neck, as if to threaten. A promise of what could be, of what he wants, to claim and bite and never let anyone else touch this man.
It's too risky, too dangerous, so he shoves his face into the other man's chest instead. ]
Omega, my good boy... [ He whines, low, needy. An alpha who wants to be cherished in his rut as much as he wants to fuck. ] Use my name properly.
[ One day, the Gojo clan elders will pick an omega they feel suitable for their heir and Gojo and him will no longer see each other in this capacity and Nanami will... buy a few bottles of sake, lock himself in his room, and drown his sorrows until he feels like a functional human being again. But that day is not today, even if the flicker of it haunts Nanami when Gojo drags his teeth against his throat in a tease of something neither of them can have. Relief fills him when Gojo pulls away, even if a whine spills from his throat in response.
He's leaking slick, covering Gojo's cock in it as Gojo fucks up into him. There's a sharp gasp and Nanami braces his hands on Gojo's shoulders, riding him hard and fast. He needs it so badly, needs to feel Gojo knot him, needs to come all over the both of them. It's going to be such a mess, their first time in a rut, and Nanami can feel his heat hurtling towards him with no mercy. This always happens like that. He feels fine and then Gojo shows up and his whole body responds to him. It's insane, is what it is.
He drops his head forward, pressing his face in Gojo's hair as Gojo hides his face against Nanami's chest. His arms encircle his neck, fingers sliding into his hair and a low moan spilling from him as he hears Gojo's words. His hips keep moving, bouncing hard on Gojo's cock, and he nods against his head. ]
Satoru... Satoru... Satoru...
[ Said in a breathy sigh, a soft gasp at the end as he feels Gojo's cock brush against his prostate and he whines helplessly again. They need each other. They need each other so badly. ]
[ Gojo knows he has enough power over his family to push off his own mating for as long as he can - he's busy with his career, with teaching, with the missions he gets sent on, and in his heart? He's busy with Nanami, the only omega he has ever wanted to bond himself to, ever wanted to claim for his own. He's scented other ones too, of course, the world is wide and large, but none of them have ever compared to this man.
They're so perfectly matched to each other, rut and heat twinning together and demanding it of each other, their natural biology mirroring each other. It shows how compatible they are, how they're meant to be together, inspiring that joy and pleasure in one another without any hesitation. Gojo moans as he leans in, teeth scraping, nose nuzzling into scent glands as he drowns in how delicious his sweet omega smells.
He's perfect. He wants, he wants so much, and trying to shove the feelings aside grows harder and harder each and every single day.
Rocking into him, grinding, pushing his cock in hard and teasing with his knot, Gojo moans, groaning. ]
Good, good... Kento... My Kento...
[ He leans up to bite at his mouth, kissing him hard, wanting to mark him, maim and claim him. ]
[ It makes him upset sometimes if he thinks about it too hard. Why can't he qualify as a suitable omega for Gojo? He doesn't have the established family, sure, but he's got a good curse technique. He's powerful in his own right. He's committed. Why can't he be Gojo's omega? But then he starts thinking about all his faults in turn and it makes him feel bad after a while. So, he tries not to dwell.
For now, he focuses on the here and now. The present. Nanami sighs and continues riding Gojo, his hands pressed against Gojo's shoulders as Gojo leans into him, he groans softly and closes his eyes, head falling back at a particularly good thrust. Ugh, fuck. That feels so good. He shivers at the sound of his name, at Gojo's possessive timbre and blinks his eyes to look down at Gojo at the same time as Gojo surges up to kiss him.
It's a messy kiss, mouths half-slotted against one another as Gojo bites at him. He's able to break skin a little at Nanami's bottom lip and he'll get the taste of blood for a moment in their kiss. Nanami shivers at it, overwhelmed, and licks into Gojo's mouth hungrily. When the kiss parts, Nanami groans and slides one of his hands into Gojo's hair, tugging his head back so he can look up at Nanami. ]
Mine. You're mine, Satoru.
[ He knows it's not entirely true but in the heat drunk fuzziness of his mind, it feels true. Their bodies feel right, like they belong to each other. This is his alpha, his alpha. ]
[ Because this wouldn't be the first time Gojo has just shown up inside his apartment. Though might be the first time he does with permission.
That's all he sends though before he gets off his ass and decides to get ready for Gojo to come over. To fuck. Because apparently that's a thing they're doing now. And if he keeps thinking about that picture Gojo sent him and his mouth waters a little, that's his own business.
He'll opt to take a quick shower then, stripping out of his suit and getting in the shower so he can scrub down the work day and have himself prepared for... whatever they're about to do. He still can't quite believe it, his own simmering attraction to Gojo brought right to the surface now with anticipation. Shit.
He'll probably either be still in or just getting out of the shower by the time Gojo arrives. ]
( 'let yourself in' is a text gojo's going to ss and keep for future use whenever he shows up again and again and again at nanami's apartment without permissions from now on. should've ended it with: 'one time use only, baby!'
naturally, gojo's going to make an appearance right as nanami's stepping out of the shower, right before he even gets to towel dry himself or try to cover up his important bits. this guy's obvious bulge this time is in his right cheek -- at least for the moment. gojo's sucking on a lollipop and he pulls it out with a loud resounding 'pop', licking at his lips, all slow, with purpose as he lets his gaze drop, staring at... )
Eh. Is Nanami Junior even awake there? ( he bends down a bit, tilting his head to the side as he inspects, stares, scrutinizes, but stops short of judging for right now. ) Tsk. ( he steps forward, lifting a hand up and nanami will feel that invisible barrier pushing him back against the wall. )
You know, I hate getting down on my knees... ( still, that's exactly what he does as he drops the candy in favor of grabbing hold of the man's dick, wrapping his ridiculously long fingers around it. gojo's already got the taste of sweet green tea in his mouth and now there's nanami's distinct flavor as he sticks his tongue out to lick at the head of his cock.
ah. he's sure not wasting any time, huh? did nanami want some kind of a discussion beforehand? just grip his fucking hair already. )
[ That is definitely something Nanami is going to feel a little despair about the next time Gojo shows up unannounced. This is his own damn fault.
But right now, it doesn't matter as much as what Gojo is actually doing. He didn't expect him to accost him right outside the shower so he's still dripping wet and a little off balance with everything. But then he's being pushed against the wall and Gojo's dropping to his knees and despite him — despite himself — he's absolutely getting hard at the sight.
So, yeah, Nanami Junior is waking up. ]
You really couldn't have waited until I at least left the bathroom?
[ Not to mention there's a sticky wet lollipop on his floor now. He knows he's going to have to clean that up later. There's a put upon sigh here but his hand will reach out to slide into Gojo's hair, gripping it just like he wants. He'll press himself upwards into Gojo's mouth as Gojo takes the head of his cock between his lips and he'll bite his lip, his cock swelling with arousal as he feels the wet tongue of Gojo's on the sensitive skin.
( of course he picked what's possibly the most disgusting location in nanami's entire apartment, but judging by his crisp suits, this guy is likely a clean freak. besides, he wanted to get down and dirty. this pants he's wearing though is going to be tossed in the trash unless nanami wants to provide dry cleaning services or something after getting his dick sucked.
how long has it been, really? it's pretty much what the smirk on his lips is saying as he leans back a little, teasing nanami with his thumb circling around that sensitive head before he puts his mouth to good use, taking him in from tip to mid-length to start with. don't wanna choke.
ah. as he's giving him this blowjob though, gojo's suddenly thinking about how he might have forgotten to tell ijichi that he can fuck off and go home. hm. he pulls his phone out from his jacket and sends a text, multitasking like a pro. )
[ If he's a neat freak, that's his own business. Will he be cleaning this bathroom after their activities in it? Probably. But like, leave him alone. Whatever. Shut up. And only Gojo would throw out perfectly good pants instead of just washing them. Nanami would be scandalized if he knew.
That said, Nanami is just enjoying the feeling of wet heat around his cock for now as Gojo takes him into his mouth, his fingers combing through Gojo's wild mess of hair as he does. He's not going to fuck his mouth, not yet, because he doesn't want to choke Gojo either but he's definitely half-hard and getting harder on his tongue.
Though he does open his eyes when he hears Gojo fidgeting underneath him and there's a very flat look from Nanami, eyebrow raised when he catches Gojo texting. ]
If you send nude photos of me to anyone, I will sue you.
( can't say he's not enjoying how nanami's being all gentle with his hair. surprisingly he's liking the feel of his fingers combing through his messy locks this way; wonders what that'll feel like running over his abs and lower still... the tent in his pants is definitely making its return.
gojo lets out a playful chuckle through a mouthful of dick, putting the phone away before he pulls back completely, keeping his grip on nanami's cock with his fingers wrapped around it as he licks at his lips again. looking up at the blondie, he tugs his blindfolds off. )
I like it better when it's for my eyes only. ( he's too impatient, or too greedy. wants it all. so it's no surprise when gojo stands up and plants a firm kiss on the man's lips. he's got pre-cum on his tongue... makes nanami get a taste of himself as he deepens the kiss.
how long has he thought about doing this? eh. it's probably only been a few days. shoko had mentioned nanami being on some dating app and that had triggered something in him. what was it? jealousy? the next time the man walked into the office, all gojo could think about was... wanting to mark him for his own. wanting to make it so that nanami would have a hard time thinking about anyone but him.
gojo tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth before sucking on it as he continues to stroke him with his fingers. his other hand grips him firmly by the back of his neck as he continues to explore his mouth. guy tastes of mouthwash. not at all shocking. )
[ It should be disgusting, tasting himself on Gojo's tongue when Gojo stands up and kisses him. It should be, but it isn't. Instead, Nanami can't help but wonder at how good a kisser Gojo is, at how good it feels to kiss him back. Maybe Gojo has only thought about this for a few days but Nanami has certainly thought about it for... longer. Just kind of assumed it was a lost cause and definitely not ever going to happen, so he moved on. The idea of Gojo and him hooking up, let alone anything else, seemed like a stupid one so no matter how handsome the other man was — Nanami wasn't going to give in.
And now he's completely given in so really, joke's on him. Stupid, really. Stupid how easy he gave in. He'll have time to berate himself for this later though, for now he wants to focus on what's going on in the present. With Gojo's hand on his cock, his tongue in his mouth, it's all very... very good.
When they break apart, when Gojo indicates he wants to move places, Nanami is a little flushed and breathing hard. He blinks a few times at Gojo, a little distracted by the sight of him without the blindfold and so close to his face. It makes his heart beat a little faster and he nods, distracted, before focusing. ]
Bedroom's across the hall.
[ There's a pause there for a moment, as if Nanami is considering a mighty number of things, before his hand reaches up and fists itself in the front of Gojo's shirt. Then he begins to drag him out the bathroom and into the bedroom. When they get there, Nanami's bedroom is meticulously put together, of course, but the bed is made and in the center of the room and big enough for them both. So. Nanami will push Gojo towards it.
Now, very directly, he asks — ]
Do you want to fuck me or do you want me to fuck you?
[ it's been awhile since nanami's last had a proper break, she knows. which is why for his birthday, she'd asked him to take a week off, and had specially prepared a surprise for him. the newest book of his favorite series, and a week off at a luxurious resort by a nude beach on a cool, lovely day.
she'd laid out a large blanket for them both under a couple of massive umbrellas, ordered coconuts to be delivered (and they had!), and she's laying on her back beside her man, enjoying the day in her pretty new swimsuit. there's nothing on the schedule today, save for enjoying, swimming, and a beach party in the evening, and up until then, the day is theirs to do as they wish. ]
[ There is no one in the world who knows him as well as Tifa does, he thinks. Because for his birthday, she's given him everything he could want. Time off from work, a nice beach vacation, a good book. The resort even has an in resort bakery with some of the freshest bread he's been able to have. It's perfect, he loves it.
So, today while they're lounging on the beach, he's not thinking of much of anything. He's dressed in just a pair of swim trunks, one arm tucked under his head as a pillow and the other holding the coconut that was delivered to them while he drinks it. His book is in the bag to the side but he hasn't pulled it out yet, just soaking up the ambiance for now.
When Tifa asks about the book, he gives a soft hum and sets down the coconut before turning to her. He shifts to lay on his side, propping his head up with an arm and letting his eyes roam the expanse of her body, on offer to him. ]
It's good. Better than the last book already. Thank you for getting it for me, sweetheart.
[ she knows his work is a hellscape, no matter how good at it he is. she can tell in the moments before he sees her, in how he is when he thinks she isn't looking. the exhaustion is clear, and it doesn't take much for her to see how her beloved, incredibly introverted and stoic boyfriend desperately needs the time off.
he looks better now, more relaxed, more happy, and she smiles, her heart light as she shimmies close to cuddle up with him, tangling their limbs together. this is definitely an offer, all right, and look, right down there, that generous cleavage, just for him. ]
You've read some of it already?
[ light fingers are trailing over his chest, before she's laying to press soft kisses to it, affectionate and playful. ]
[ He tries not to show his exhaustion, it's true. He makes good money at his job — a lot of it, really, and he's good at what he does. But it doesn't mean he likes it. That's a conversation for another day though because right now, he's just enjoying his time off with his beloved girlfriend.
And oh, this is nice. He didn't expect her to curl closer to him like this but he doesn't dislike it at all. Instead he leans forward to press his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss and then continues to prop his head up and watch her. She's pressing kisses to his chest and he traces fingers up along her side, starting from her thigh and across her body. ]
On the train ride here and a bit this morning while you were sleeping. Not too much, just getting a taste.
[ And then his fingers are at her breast and he's going to tug at the top of her swimsuit to pull it down enough to free one of those breasts. With little fanfare, he begins to grope and knead at her breast, thumbing at her nipple to tease it as he just. Enjoys touching her like this. ]
[ tifa's breath catches when he tugs at the top of it to pull it down. the heat of his hand on her breast is a welcome one, and it's not long after being exposed to the air that her nipple pulls taut, dusky peak jutting proudly, begging to be touched and kissed.
she squirms under him, offers a token protest as her cheeks flush a deeper pink. to be fair, she's always had a fondness for skirting the line, but nanami's so smooth with it, making it so easy to just want to fuck him out here, out in the open in front of anyone who can see. ]
Kento...
[ she breathes, tangling their limbs together so that his thigh is pressed up between both her legs. it's arousal that's beginning to pool in the pit of her stomach, and her hands come to smooth down his arms, his side, cupping his face so she can kiss him. ]
[ It helps that they're a bit out of the way. Not in the main strip of the beach, tucked away behind some rocks, an umbrella over them to shade them from the sun. The beach is a nude beach so stripping down is not the problem, but it doesn't mean they can just have sex right out in the open.
... But still. What if they're careful not to get caught?
Their limbs tangle together and he nuzzles at her hair, pressing his thigh up between her legs, against her mound and grinding softly against it. His hand continues to play with her breast idly, though his mouth aches to get on her nipple and suck. Not yet though, not yet.
He looks amused when she teases him and he'll lean in to press a soft, chaste kiss against her lips. ]
[ it's been a relatively fruitful day out. they make a date of it, from cafe-hopping, perusing libraries and galleries, and shopping; tifa has some new outfits of her own, dresses, shorts, and lingerie surprises for nanami when they return home.
the quickie in the dressing room had taken the edge off, even if her pretty lace panties and pussy are now sticky with his cum. they're taking the train home, and unfortunately they've hit the peak hour, which means they're packed like sardines in a speeding, silent tin can. she's pressed back against him in her pretty dress, shielded from the others by his arms, and as more people jostle in, she's flush against him, supported by his strength.
of course, it doesn't take long for her appreciation of his thoughtfulness to become something more. looking ahead, she reaches back to gently massage his cock through his pants. it's slow, deliberate, and a way to take their mind off the tedium on the long ride home, right? ]
[ He should have planned better, he thinks. To make sure that they weren't caught up in traffic like this. Or maybe they should have grabbed a cab back home instead but Nanami had defaulted to taking the train like they always do, without checking the time. It's been a fruitful day out, for sure, but they didn't need to end it like this. So, yes, it's on him. He should have had better foresight here.
That's, of course, what he's thinking when he feels the pressure of Tifa's hand exploring where it shouldn't in the middle of this ride. He's got her cornered, shielded from the others with his body and he thought that would be a good thing, to keep her from being jostled by the others in the way he is. But then he feels her hand, creeping to the front of his pants and... ah.
Ah.
He dips his head then, murmuring in her ear, voice low and warm and just for her. ]
Someone's a little impatient.
[ Because yes, there was no way they weren't going to have sex when they returned home. The quickie was nice and all but it wasn't enough for Nanami's appetite. Not nearly enough. ]
[ she can't say anything too loudly, not if she wants others to hear. it makes her cheeks hot, the way she's already so, so fucking horny for him and they're barely halfway there. she needs him, needs more of what she'd gotten to taste. ]
Maybe earlier was a mistake.
[ she whispers, grinding back discreetly against him, forcing herself to look ahead without making it obviously. her deft fingers unzip him nice and slow when she realises he isn't stopping her, and she's massaging him through his briefs, her mouth dry. oh, maybe this is a mistake, too. his cock feels so warm, so real, and she can swear he's getting hard, too, and she wants him.
she turns her head just a little, enough to whisper in his ear. ]
It only makes me want you more. I can't help myself now.
[ He is getting hard. It's impossible to not get hard when she's touching him like this. He feels her fingers sneaking their way into his pants and running around the line of his shaft and he stiffens slightly under her touch. He's in his briefs, tucked away politely, but it'll be hard to hide an erection with how big he is. They really shouldn't be doing this.
But he doesn't stop her, just lets her continue to touch. One of his arms stays holding onto the train pole next to them while his other curls around her waist, hugging her to his body. He nuzzles his face into her hair discreetly and continues to hold her like that. If anything, from behind they just look like a couple. Not like that they're doing anything untoward.
He keeps his voice low, whispering back just for her. ]
I bet you'd like it, if I fucked you in front of all these people here. You really are desperate.
[ she is getting desperate, but the sweet embarrassment of that makes her even wetter, soaks through her already damp panties. she's tightening her grip on him with a soft sigh, and she's guiding him out of his pants, to cover him under her short skirt, right between the soft insides of her thighs.
here, he must surely feel how wet she is, how eager and greedy her cunt is for him. the thrill of being in such a public space, trying to sneak something this filthy is incredibly exciting. ]
I would... [ a little roll of her hips when the train rounds a turn and the cabin shifts just a little. a push, and she has the length of him snugly in between her thighs. ] ...won't you?
[ It's so damn erotic and Nanami usually wouldn't let himself be caught in such a compromising position, but he's not stopping Tifa despite it. They'll have to be quick, he thinks. To make sure he can be tucked away before the crowd disperses and anyone notices. He hugs her a little tighter to his body, dropping a kiss to the top of her head first. ]
I will. Anything you want.
[ And he'll shift his hips, pressing in closer. The tip of his cock slides along her folds, against her panties while he grinds up in against her thighs. He's already so hard, unable to hide just how erect he is, and it's all tucked away between her legs. ]
( a - i decided to post this here because 'mid-fuck' seemed to be too rude and skipping too much of the good parts so here i am.
b - continuing my usual rambling, the 'two souls in a broken world that know something normal will never really be waiting for them, but hiding out in one another and pretending just the same' trope is everything to me. stabs my own chest with feelings. please forgive my tl;dr setting all this up just for juicy smut + tba feelings. )
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( the night had started just as all the others the group had tried to paint — friday nights like a guise on what their lives were, what their lives meant, what would always be waiting for them come sunrise. always the same bar, always the same lingering scent of menthol as shoko looped an arm through hers, feeding her drink after drink that, more often than not, she left at the edge of a table the moment her attention drifted once more.
they'd never so much as had to ask gojo to join them, having stapled himself into the tradition. it was, however, a seemingly rare occasion that the honey-toned blond would acquiesce, slightly stiff in that bar stool he favored, nursing drinks with the same professionalism he donned in the field. she can't help but to note the impenetrable sadness that emanates from him; no matter gojo's childish, prying efforts; no matter how many times shoko hung over his broad shoulders with a pout affixed to her lips, sake heavy on her tongue.
every so often she'd find her gaze drifting to him, like a buoy amidst the chaos. wondering silently if he agreed to come just to please the other two, to grant them an easy-fought contentment they all deserved a little bit of, after all this time. after all this grief. sights lingering, stitching two images together: the scrawny, floppy-haired first-year with the man sat perched before the array of liquor bottles now. the before and the after.
maybe it's the sake, or maybe it's the hint of whiskey settling deep into her bones that makes her feel a bit more brazen with a pinch of flush to her cheeks, but tonight, she doesn't look away.
the later hours of the night pass in a haze, and he offers to take her home. insists it's no trouble when she assures him she can just catch the next train, says it with kind eyes and a gentle heart, and she tries to press back the way it catches at something within her chest. tries not to replay their shared glances scattered over the evening again and again, as if it were merely the alcohol playing tricks on her.
and then they're standing before the door to her apartment, cropped sweater slouched over her silk slip of a dress and keys in hand. she fiddles them from one finger to the next, the bow holding half of her hair having drooped, leaving stray tendrils and bangs amiss. )
Ah. ( a pause, the glitter of her eyes catching his, tugging up some of that liquid courage. ) Do you want to come in?
[ These nights, these Friday nights, are never something he's looking forward to. Not for dislike of the company — even if it did happen to include Gojo — but because of the memories that seem to always resurface when the group of them got together. There was too much history with everyone involved and it made him regress slightly, into that slightly melancholic version of himself that existed in his teens. It would have him nursing the sake for longer periods of time, sat at the bar with little to shake him off of it.
But he liked the company, that still held true. He liked being with the others, he liked knowing that they were all still here — all still alive. That's what kept him showing up every Friday, even if he rarely participated in their drinking games and all the rest. He liked the reassurance that everyone was still here.
So, tonight, when things started winding down and the others left, he found himself drifting over to Utahime's side. She was the odd one out at times, the only one from Kyoto in their group and thus the only one who didn't have the same exact memories growing up as the rest of them did. But she still experienced a lot of the same events, a lot of the same... trauma. She was still one of them.
He brought her home. His intentions are innocent, really. He just wanted to make sure she got back safely. She was a little bit messy from alcohol and he couldn't say he wasn't the same — though it came out differently, in a slightly loosened tie and a too intense gaze.
Then she's asking if he wants to come in and there's... subtext there, there's a double meaning. He considers it, considers the ramifications. They're both adults, aren't they? And it isn't as if this would ruin things between them. It would just be one night together, something simple, something safe.
( she's spent enough nights out with shoko to trust she knows her limits, indulging just enough to take the edge off, to soften the notches of overworking and tension that've been left over time. there's the slightest glint of hesitation in his gaze before he replies, something she studies, ever-wondering what was on the sorcerers mind — she supposes it isn't so simple, just like her own. too quick to get away from her, too quick to try and know better, the same avoidance that's had her spend far too many nights alone.
but he agrees, and the smallest hint of a smile skirts along her lips as a particularly crisp breeze greets them, as if encouraging them inside, encouraging them closer. the liquor's long since settled a pink to her cheeks, and before either of them have the opportunity to take it back (the invitation and the acceptance), she's unlocking the door for them.
a quaint, cozy apartment greets them, filled with whites and creams and complimenting earthy tones; tall windows with gauze curtains, plants of all shapes and sizes propped on bookshelves, end tables, behind the couch. it's simple—but incredibly intimate, she suddenly realizes, so much evidence of her left in plain sight—toeing out of her heels in the genkan, shrinking a few inches.
she doesn't mean to draw it out- this... it's not inexperience so much as the fact that he was no stranger, pausing mid-drift to the kitchen to twirl and catch sight of him again—savoring the way he looks in her space, tie and eyes loosened—lingering slightly. )
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They do that now that they're adults, but that's hardly the point.
The thing is, Gojo can admit to being endeared by Nanami, in the same way that some people might enjoy poking a bear to see how it reacts. He gets blocked regularly enough, he has doors slammed on his face, scolding words boxing his ears, but he knows that if either one of them needed the other they would be there to offer support and a friendship that comes from years of fighting curses and dealing with the politics of jujutsu society. Sure, Nanami took a break, but the point is that he came back.
The point is that Gojo trusts him, as much as he trusts anyone with all the things that go on in his head, so when he creeps up behind the other man outside his apartment, he can do it with a smug little grin. He knows what he's doing, and he's aware that Nanami likely knows what time it is; Gojo's ruts are as regular as the seasons themselves, never sneaking up on him. Maybe it's a side effect of his Six Eyes, or maybe it's just something that happens when you're Satoru Gojo. ]
Nanami~
[ His lean body drapes over Nanami's shoulders from behind, one arm wrapping around his chest, not caring a lick about the fact that they're in public. He's warm to the touch, his blindfold in place as he nuzzles into his partner's neck, deliberate and obvious. ]
It's time to take care of your favourite senpai. Let me inside, won't you?
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They've been doing this for a while now — hooking up with each other during heats and ruts. Ever since they were teenagers, sometime after Geto left, after Haibara died, that's when they started. Nanami even relied on Gojo for his heats when he left jujutsu society, when he was just a salaryman, and even as Gojo kept asking him to come back and he kept refusing, he still let Gojo warm his bed at night despite that. So this is all... old hat, in a way. He's not surprised by it and in fact, comforted a little by the routine.
Despite it all, they're not bonded. Nanami might smell like Gojo's omega and his nest definitely has Gojo's scent in it, but his neck is very much bare. They haven't really talked about it, about what either of them want, and with the constant threat of death that comes from being a sorcerer, being unbonded is probably better than bonded. Still, it's something that comes up sometimes in Nanami's thoughts, usually when he's laying with Gojo after being knotted and feeling particularly high on endorphins.
He'll lead Gojo towards the elevator, stopping his pace as they get there and just letting Gojo continue to hang off of him while he waits for the elevator to arrive. ]
You smell depraved. You're taking a shower once we get inside.
[ He can smell Gojo's rut already, how close it is, but just because he can smell it doesn't mean he's going to let Gojo do whatever he wants. No, shower first, prepare himself, and then he'll be allowed to touch Nanami. ]
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He knows he can rely on Nanami, just like he knows the omega can rely on him for when the heats get truly bad. There's a layer of trust between them that few others could understand, and maybe he likes it that way. He can be a little greedy and selfish sometimes, too.
Right now, the primal part of him is pleased the more he shoves his body into Nanami's, smug at the knowledge that they smell like each other, desperate to solidify that into something real. Neither of them had ever asked, had ever broached the question, but he'd thought about it enough times: how it might feel, to sink his teeth into Nanami's neck and claim him forever. What would threaten the two of them together? No one would dare try and come between him and his omega, after all.
The elevator takes its time, and it means Gojo can smirk, nuzzling into the other man's neck and wrapping an arm around his waist, to tug him back. He's already hard, grinding his cock into Nanami without shame, unconcerned with who might come across them. He can't be blamed: he's an alpha going into rut. People get it. ]
Nanami... Don't make me wait.
[ He's pouting, lips pressed to the warm skin of the other man's neck. ]
You like it when I smell like this. I bet you're getting all slick for me already.
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But his body, traitor that it is, is starting to get slick at the scent of Gojo, at the feeling of him pressed against his ass and his lips against his throat. Unthinkingly, Nanami raises a hand to slide it into Gojo's hair, keeping him against his throat and combing his fingers lightly through the soft strands as his eyes watch the elevator number tick down to the first floor. ]
You could've called. Let me know to expect you.
[ Which would've helped, yeah, but on the other hand — Nanami's heat/rut tracker app absolutely did tell him that Gojo's rut was coming either today or tomorrow. He can't pretend he didn't know.
Thankfully, the elevator door opens then and it's blissfully empty inside, so Nanami curls his other hand against the arm Gojo has wrapped around his waist and drags him into the elevator like that. He presses for his floor then, a little frustrated that it's one of the higher up floors instead of being able to get there immediately. He's got Gojo's scent in his nose and his cock against his ass and that's testing even his self-control.
Despite himself, he whines a little — ]
Gojo-san...
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He has enough of that in his work, let alone dragging it into his social life.
As the elevator continues its slow descent, Gojo keeps pressing in, nuzzling, scent marking Nanami with his thick, heady alpha-in-rut pheromones. No one is going to come near Nanami for weeks after this, and the idea of it thrums through him, making him all the more desperate. He wants to have his mate - not mate, friend, he growls to himself a little - bent over and fucked, sooner rather than later.
Idle fingers stroke against Nanami's stomach as he tries to find the right words to reply. ]
You knew I was coming. You're too organised, aren't you?
[ The whine is so, so attractive, and Gojo leans in, pressing soft kisses against his neck, scraping his teeth gently. He wants, oh, he wants so much, and it's hard to resist the urge; fingers start to press up inside Nanami's shirt, sneaking in between buttons. ]
None of that, not now. We're alone, aren't we?
[ His voice is breathless against Nanami's ear. ]
Kento...
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He wants to whine some more, wants to bend over, wants to feel Gojo slide into his slick passage and lose himself to his rut. It's embarrassing, how bad he wants it. He lifts a hand to rub at his face, peeling off his sunglasses and tucking them into his jacket pocket as tired eyes look back at the elevator screen. They're almost there now.
He turns his head, brushes his lips across Gojo's forehead, fingers still curled in soft strands. He takes a moment to breathe him in, feeling Gojo's fingers slipping into his shirt and teasing. This wouldn't be the first time they don't make it to Nanami's apartment and have a bit of an incident in the elevator, but Nanami doesn't want to repeat that. Even if Gojo doesn't have any sense right now, Nanami does. So he takes a breath, tries to focus again, only a few more seconds.
The elevator finally opens up on his floor before he can say anything or do anything foolish and Nanami lets out a sigh of relief. Another quick kiss is pressed to Gojo's forehead before he's moving out of the elevator, dragging Gojo along with him. He knows the man won't let go of him, so he stumbles forward, trying not to trip on each other's feet, as they head to Nanami's apartment door. ]
Just — let me get the door open.
[ Said a little breathlessly. In the time from getting Gojo attached to him downstairs till now, even his self-control has waned. His threat of making Gojo shower first is all but forgotten in favor of just needing Gojo on him entirely. The scent of him is heady and strong and Nanami can never get used to how it makes him feel — how it makes his head spin and want thrum through his body like nothing else. Fuck, he wants Gojo so bad, he's even fumbling slightly with the keys from how much his hands are shaking at this point. His body feels sticky. His clothes feel suffocating. His hole is slick and he just needs his alpha. ]
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When they finally get themselves to Nanami's door, the shake of his fingers is... Terribly cute. Gojo has to shift, moving around, ducking against Nanami and reaching to take his keys, to slide them into the lock and open the door himself. It's definitely attractive, knowing he has this much power over his handsome omega, but he doesn't rub it in his face this time. There are other things he wants to be rubbing right now.
Knocking Nanami through the doorway, he shuts it behind them and then turns, twisting to shove the omega against the door as he leans up and finally, finally presses their mouths together, pressing his too-tall body against Nanami's own blockier one.
He's so big for an omega, so wide and strong... It makes Gojo groan. ]
So good for me, aren't you? I can smell it, Kento...
[ Long fingers slip down, untucking his shirt, desperate to get at Nanami's cock, to have it in his mouth. The kind of alpha that Gojo is remains unchanged - wanting to take care of his precious omega, to feel him come time and time and time again until his pretty body can't take it any more. ]
Let me, please?
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Just a moment though because Gojo is shoving him up against the door and Nanami doesn't even have it in him to scold Gojo for wrinkling his suit. Instead he kisses him back, hungry and desperate, his hands fisting the front of Gojo's uniform and moaning helplessly into his mouth as they kiss. Gojo's so tall, he's the only one around who can make Nanami feel small, makes him still feel like the stringy lanky kid he was when he was a teenager instead of the more built out man he is now. But it doesn't matter because whatever he is — he knows Gojo likes it and that's what's really key.
Which is why his answer to Gojo's sweet plea is just a nod. His hand comes back to loosen his tie, pulling it out of its knot and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well. It brings his scent to the forefront, the needy desperation lacing it as he drags Gojo in for one more kiss before he moves to suck him off. He needs to taste him, just a little more, urgent and hungry as he slides their tongues against each other and he moans into his mouth.
When the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva hangs between their separated mouths, breaking only when Nanami licks his lips and looks back at Gojo with a hooded look. He's flushed, he's aroused, and he's ready for whatever his alpha wants. ]
Go on, Satoru.
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His rut might be taking over him, making him a little more desperate and intense than he was before, but his first instinct is always to cherish, to take care, to do whatever he can to make sure that his partner feels cherished and well taken care of. He wants to devote himself entirely to Nanami's pleasure, and the best part of it is that he knows he's good at it, dangerous in the power that he holds - Gojo knows how to tease, how to pleasure, how to fuck, and Nanami Kento is his foremost victim and the holder of his heart.
Things he could never say aloud.
Slipping down to his knees, deliberately scraping his teeth on Nanami's neck as he goes, he settles on his knees and lets himself undo his belt, throw it aside, undo his trousers, reaching in for his cock without even bothering to take them off. Gojo knows what he wants, and what he wants is to utterly devour his omega, to feel him get soaked with slick until he's ready for Gojo's knot.
It's going to be a long one - it always is when it comes to an alpha like Gojo - and Nanami is going to have to take it all.
Hand around his omega's cock, he smirks a little, flicking his tongue over the tip with a soft hum. ]
I'm going to take care of you now, Kento.
[ And then he's taking him down, deep in his throat, without pause. ]
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But this all means he ends up in a situations like this — slumped against the door, feeling flushed and wanton, looking a little debauched from the way Gojo kissed him and bit at him. He moans softly as Gojo drags his teeth against his throat while he starts to drop down lower and the urge to get Gojo to bite him properly swells inside of him once again. It always happens during these heats and ruts. He always wants more even if he doesn't let himself have it.
He thinks blearily that he should be prepared for his own heat. Their schedules are pretty synced up with how frequently they get together. It's likely Gojo's rut will trigger his heat and they'll disappear for a few days to take care of each other as a result. At the very least, Nanami recently did food shopping so they should be fine. Things he can't help but think about as Gojo slides to his knees in front of him.
But any thought of logistics and other things goes out the window when Gojo's pleased voice comes out and then he takes Nanami's cock swiftly into his mouth. Nanami moans, shuddering slightly, and his hands fall into Gojo's soft hair, curling his fingers into the messy strands. ]
A-Ah, nngh, Satoru...
[ Gojo has sucked him off plenty of times before but by god, it never gets any easier to take. Nanami's eyes fall closed and his head drops against the door as he savors the warm, wet mouth around his cock and the way Gojo swallows against him. Gojo will be able to smell Nanami getting more slick from arousal as well, Nanami's body giving away everything to the alpha.
His hips rock and he breathes harshly through his nose, shuddering slightly at the feeling of the mouth around his cock. He wants more, he wants Gojo to suck on him until he comes and then he wants to be fucked by his alpha. He moans again, louder, the picture of wanton omega right now with the way he shudders and shakes and can barely hold himself upright. ]
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That doesn't stop him from feeling it, obviously, especially not in moments like this, where his utter trust in Nanami is obvious and clear. Being in a rut is not quite as vulnerable as being in heat is, but there's still a level of trust that's necessary to share it with the same person time and time again, to know they won't take advantage of it for any reason. There are numerous omegas in the world who would use Gojo's rut to get a child from him, to find their place in the clan and hold the future heir, so he has to be careful. Tactful.
He relies on Nanami for more than the other man could possibly know.
Even now, falling to his knees before Nanami, it feels like giving something over to him, letting him take something, and he can't quite find what it is in his heart. Gojo Satoru might joke and play around with people, might indulge in silly games, but he's an intelligent enough man the majority of the time. Trying to understand his own feelings (beyond the blaring foghorn of love and affection he feels when he looks at Nanami) is a little more difficult.
Taking Nanami deeper, he starts to move, letting his beautiful, handsome omega take his throat and do what he wants with it. This is one of his favourite things about their heat and rut mixing together almost perfectly, blending together as if they were a mated couple: they were obsessed with one another in the best way, wanting nothing more than to give and take and feel the most pleasure they possibly can.
Reaching up, he takes one of Nanami's hands in his own and squeezes it gently. Lean on him, he thinks. Use his strength in whatever way he wants - Gojo can take it. Fuck his mouth, claim his alpha, know that he'll be taken care of - Gojo can do that for him. ]
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He understands what it's like for Gojo, how little he can trust other people with such a vulnerable state. It's the same as his infinity, constantly up in some way until right now when it's just the two of them, alone, and he knows it's because Gojo trusts him. It's a heady feeling, having his senpai's trust, and Nanami wants to make sure he is worthy of it every time.
When Gojo takes his hand, Nanami squeezes it back. A moment of what some might consider intimacy there as they reassure each other silently, over things that they don't speak of, over the trust that they both share. Nanami sighs softly as he feels himself sink into the wet heat of Gojo's mouth and he moans softly, aching. In moments like these, it doesn't matter what he tells himself and so in his head he just thinks — this is is his alpha, his alpha is taking care of him. It draws a moan out of Nanami, free hand curling against Gojo's shoulder as he rocks his hips into his mouth.
He's hard and aching, feeling slick slide from his hole and down his cheeks, knowing he's ruining his pants because of it. He can't wait until they're in his nest, both stripped down and rutting against each other like animals. He can already feel just how strong the want is, the urge to be tangled with each other. He moans again, hips picking up the pace inside of Gojo's mouth. His cock feels amazing like this, with Gojo's mouth so pliable and open for him. ]
A-Alpha... nngh...!
[ He's so close already, can feel it in his gut. His hands move to both clutch against Gojo's hair, hips pulling back and pushing into Gojo's mouth and lust taking over him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wants more but he also wants to finish like this, with Gojo's tongue against his cock, his throat around his tip, taking him completely and ruining him as a result. ]
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It's greedy of him, fingers wanting to grasp at him and keep him close, but that's the nature of Satoru Gojo, sometimes. Just a little greedy. Just enough that people can scold him for it, in time.
Groaning softly, rocking down, Gojo takes him deeper, swallowing around Nanami's cock with a pleased noise. It was incredible, it feels so incredible, and he burns for it. He wants, he wants, but he can't voice it, not with a cock inside his mouth and his mind getting fuzzier and warmer the closer he gets to going into full rut. He wants to fuck and claim, to bury his cock inside Nanami and knot him, to feel his warm, slick body fall apart for him.
He wants it more than he can say.
The pull to his hair has him moaning softly, and he lifts his head. It's too easy, then, to stare up at Nanami, knowing that dark eyes are memorising the way he looks. ]
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Nanami is just like that sometimes. He can't always be the pragmatist.
He can smell the closer Gojo gets to his rut and it makes him slick, makes him ache for more, for Gojo's knot. Gojo's pheromones are running loose and wild in the air with how close he is and Nanami is not immune to them, breathing them in and feeling his mind go hazy and feverish with want. Gojo is his mate and he wants him so badly it's driving him insane.
When he feels eyes on him, he looks down and meets Gojo's eyes. The sight of him, on his knees, cock in his mouth, pale skin flushed and plush lips red with friction. It's too much for Nanami to take and it's that that's pushing him over the edge. He moans again, presses deep into Gojo's mouth and fucks it for a few more thrusts before he's pushing in deep and releasing. He grips Gojo's hair hard, keeping him in place as he spills down his throat and makes the other man swallow every drop.
It's only when he's finished that he'll loosen his hold on Gojo and pull back, slumping against the door on shaky legs and feeling his whole body shiver with sensitivity. He breathes in deeply, taking in a lungful of Gojo's scent and whines softly in response. He still — he still wants more. ]
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Neither of them can deny their feelings for one another.
There's no hesitation as Nanami comes for him, spilling down his throat: he swallows it, letting it rest in his mouth before he leans back and licks his lips, red and flushed with a dark expression on his face. He wants more already, wants to sink down onto Nanami's cock and suck him dry, but the want of his rut has him desperate for more than that, to give over to the urge to fuck his knot into his precious - into Nanami before he loses his mind completely.
Pushing himself back up to his feet, he drapes his arms around Nanami and whines softly, nuzzling into his neck and leaving little kisses there. ]
I want more... Take me to your nest? I wanna be in there.
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His feelings for Gojo are overwhelming and magnificent. An ache that can never quite be settled unless they were to actually bite each other and become true mates. Yet, Nanami is more than aware that cannot happen. He cannot steal the Gojo heir for himself, as much as he desperately wants to. Their responsibilities to the jujutsu society far outweigh their feelings for each other so they... they can't.
The thought makes a whine spill from Nanami's throat, unbidden. He holds Gojo tighter. ]
... You're so shameless. Demanding to be in the nest of an unbonded omega.
[ As if they're not bonded in everything but bite. Still, Nanami will shift his grip on Gojo until he's picking him up by the thighs, legs locked on either side of his waist and he carries him through the apartment. It gives Gojo as much of his scent as he wants, leaving him buried against his scent gland instead of pulled away so he can walk. Gojo is bigger than him, taller and buffer, but Nanami is still strong enough to carry him this far, at least.
When they get to Nanami's room, his nest is there. A mix of blankets and clothes (some of his, a good number of Gojo's) that gives a scent that's more of a mix of the two of them than just Nanami. He's thought about taking it down, giving Gojo his clothes back, but somehow whenever he does he always ends up with freshly cleaned and scented clothes from Gojo mixed back in. The other man is... incredibly sneaky.
He deposits him on the bed, in the middle of the nest when they get there and pulls his hands back so he can start tugging off his tie properly, unbuttoning his shirt. ]
Take off your clothes.
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Nanami already left once, although they'd stayed together. He doesn't want to think about how it would feel if they were mated, and he chose to retire, but Gojo didn't. The pain of it would be too much. He would give up a great deal for Nanami Kento, but there are some things that only the Strongest can bear on his shoulders, and this is one of them.
When Nanami whines, Gojo leans in, rumbling a little growl in his chest, all to soothe and take care of his omega. They might not be bonded, but... They know.
They understand, surely. ]
It's not an unbonded omega. It's Nanami-kun's. The only nest I want.
[ He keeps nuzzling into Nanami's neck and skin, sucking marks and leaving little nips, a threat of something he can never do. His tongue flicks out, tasting him, wanting him, and he whines, desperate for more, more, more. His cock is so hard between his legs, completely distracting him from anything else except the desire to sink into his omega and fuck him until they were both exhausted. It's not often that Gojo gets to that point, but rutting with Nanami always leaves him that way.
Wiggling, Gojo starts to strip off his own clothes as soon as he's laid down, kicking his trousers aside and going for his shirt. ]
Nn, Nanami, I need it badly. I want to fuck you right now.
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I know. I'm almost done.
[ He can feel how wet he already is, just from the scent alone, and he can't smother down the whine that escapes him. No, he needs this as much as Gojo does, his entire body feeling primed now that the scent of rut is in the air. He's scrambling a little, peeling off his belt and beginning to shove down his pants, his underwear, stripping down as quickly as he can.
His underwear peels off his body, already wet with his slick and he doesn't know how his body can go from zero to a hundred so quickly when it comes to Gojo. His alpha. He swallows, still in his socks as he shuffles over Gojo's lap and takes his cock in hand. He holds it behind him as he leans above the man and slowly slides down, the head of Gojo's cock pushing at his hole before finally, finally, Nanami is able to sink down on it. ]
Mmm, ahh... Gojo-san...
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He's not bold enough to declare it as love, as anything more than something that has strung the two of them together in a perfect harmony, but in another life, another world... Nanami understands. They've both always understood the roles and positions they've been forced into, despite the circumstances and the depth of their feeling.
Arms wrap around Nanami immediately, tugging him close - and down, pushing his cock up into his needy omega, grinding into him with a pleased moan. It's home, it's perfect, and Gojo leans up to scrape his too-sharp teeth over Nanami's neck, as if to threaten. A promise of what could be, of what he wants, to claim and bite and never let anyone else touch this man.
It's too risky, too dangerous, so he shoves his face into the other man's chest instead. ]
Omega, my good boy... [ He whines, low, needy. An alpha who wants to be cherished in his rut as much as he wants to fuck. ] Use my name properly.
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He's leaking slick, covering Gojo's cock in it as Gojo fucks up into him. There's a sharp gasp and Nanami braces his hands on Gojo's shoulders, riding him hard and fast. He needs it so badly, needs to feel Gojo knot him, needs to come all over the both of them. It's going to be such a mess, their first time in a rut, and Nanami can feel his heat hurtling towards him with no mercy. This always happens like that. He feels fine and then Gojo shows up and his whole body responds to him. It's insane, is what it is.
He drops his head forward, pressing his face in Gojo's hair as Gojo hides his face against Nanami's chest. His arms encircle his neck, fingers sliding into his hair and a low moan spilling from him as he hears Gojo's words. His hips keep moving, bouncing hard on Gojo's cock, and he nods against his head. ]
Satoru... Satoru... Satoru...
[ Said in a breathy sigh, a soft gasp at the end as he feels Gojo's cock brush against his prostate and he whines helplessly again. They need each other. They need each other so badly. ]
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They're so perfectly matched to each other, rut and heat twinning together and demanding it of each other, their natural biology mirroring each other. It shows how compatible they are, how they're meant to be together, inspiring that joy and pleasure in one another without any hesitation. Gojo moans as he leans in, teeth scraping, nose nuzzling into scent glands as he drowns in how delicious his sweet omega smells.
He's perfect. He wants, he wants so much, and trying to shove the feelings aside grows harder and harder each and every single day.
Rocking into him, grinding, pushing his cock in hard and teasing with his knot, Gojo moans, groaning. ]
Good, good... Kento... My Kento...
[ He leans up to bite at his mouth, kissing him hard, wanting to mark him, maim and claim him. ]
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For now, he focuses on the here and now. The present. Nanami sighs and continues riding Gojo, his hands pressed against Gojo's shoulders as Gojo leans into him, he groans softly and closes his eyes, head falling back at a particularly good thrust. Ugh, fuck. That feels so good. He shivers at the sound of his name, at Gojo's possessive timbre and blinks his eyes to look down at Gojo at the same time as Gojo surges up to kiss him.
It's a messy kiss, mouths half-slotted against one another as Gojo bites at him. He's able to break skin a little at Nanami's bottom lip and he'll get the taste of blood for a moment in their kiss. Nanami shivers at it, overwhelmed, and licks into Gojo's mouth hungrily. When the kiss parts, Nanami groans and slides one of his hands into Gojo's hair, tugging his head back so he can look up at Nanami. ]
Mine. You're mine, Satoru.
[ He knows it's not entirely true but in the heat drunk fuzziness of his mind, it feels true. Their bodies feel right, like they belong to each other. This is his alpha, his alpha. ]
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—
Yeah. Let yourself in.
[ Because this wouldn't be the first time Gojo has just shown up inside his apartment. Though might be the first time he does with permission.
That's all he sends though before he gets off his ass and decides to get ready for Gojo to come over. To fuck. Because apparently that's a thing they're doing now. And if he keeps thinking about that picture Gojo sent him and his mouth waters a little, that's his own business.
He'll opt to take a quick shower then, stripping out of his suit and getting in the shower so he can scrub down the work day and have himself prepared for... whatever they're about to do. He still can't quite believe it, his own simmering attraction to Gojo brought right to the surface now with anticipation. Shit.
He'll probably either be still in or just getting out of the shower by the time Gojo arrives. ]
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naturally, gojo's going to make an appearance right as nanami's stepping out of the shower, right before he even gets to towel dry himself or try to cover up his important bits. this guy's obvious bulge this time is in his right cheek -- at least for the moment. gojo's sucking on a lollipop and he pulls it out with a loud resounding 'pop', licking at his lips, all slow, with purpose as he lets his gaze drop, staring at... )
Eh. Is Nanami Junior even awake there? ( he bends down a bit, tilting his head to the side as he inspects, stares, scrutinizes, but stops short of judging for right now. ) Tsk. ( he steps forward, lifting a hand up and nanami will feel that invisible barrier pushing him back against the wall. )
You know, I hate getting down on my knees... ( still, that's exactly what he does as he drops the candy in favor of grabbing hold of the man's dick, wrapping his ridiculously long fingers around it. gojo's already got the taste of sweet green tea in his mouth and now there's nanami's distinct flavor as he sticks his tongue out to lick at the head of his cock.
ah. he's sure not wasting any time, huh? did nanami want some kind of a discussion beforehand? just grip his fucking hair already. )
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But right now, it doesn't matter as much as what Gojo is actually doing. He didn't expect him to accost him right outside the shower so he's still dripping wet and a little off balance with everything. But then he's being pushed against the wall and Gojo's dropping to his knees and despite him — despite himself — he's absolutely getting hard at the sight.
So, yeah, Nanami Junior is waking up. ]
You really couldn't have waited until I at least left the bathroom?
[ Not to mention there's a sticky wet lollipop on his floor now. He knows he's going to have to clean that up later. There's a put upon sigh here but his hand will reach out to slide into Gojo's hair, gripping it just like he wants. He'll press himself upwards into Gojo's mouth as Gojo takes the head of his cock between his lips and he'll bite his lip, his cock swelling with arousal as he feels the wet tongue of Gojo's on the sensitive skin.
Ah... god, that feels good. ]
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how long has it been, really? it's pretty much what the smirk on his lips is saying as he leans back a little, teasing nanami with his thumb circling around that sensitive head before he puts his mouth to good use, taking him in from tip to mid-length to start with. don't wanna choke.
ah. as he's giving him this blowjob though, gojo's suddenly thinking about how he might have forgotten to tell ijichi that he can fuck off and go home. hm. he pulls his phone out from his jacket and sends a text, multitasking like a pro. )
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That said, Nanami is just enjoying the feeling of wet heat around his cock for now as Gojo takes him into his mouth, his fingers combing through Gojo's wild mess of hair as he does. He's not going to fuck his mouth, not yet, because he doesn't want to choke Gojo either but he's definitely half-hard and getting harder on his tongue.
Though he does open his eyes when he hears Gojo fidgeting underneath him and there's a very flat look from Nanami, eyebrow raised when he catches Gojo texting. ]
If you send nude photos of me to anyone, I will sue you.
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gojo lets out a playful chuckle through a mouthful of dick, putting the phone away before he pulls back completely, keeping his grip on nanami's cock with his fingers wrapped around it as he licks at his lips again. looking up at the blondie, he tugs his blindfolds off. )
I like it better when it's for my eyes only. ( he's too impatient, or too greedy. wants it all. so it's no surprise when gojo stands up and plants a firm kiss on the man's lips. he's got pre-cum on his tongue... makes nanami get a taste of himself as he deepens the kiss.
how long has he thought about doing this? eh. it's probably only been a few days. shoko had mentioned nanami being on some dating app and that had triggered something in him. what was it? jealousy? the next time the man walked into the office, all gojo could think about was... wanting to mark him for his own. wanting to make it so that nanami would have a hard time thinking about anyone but him.
gojo tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth before sucking on it as he continues to stroke him with his fingers. his other hand grips him firmly by the back of his neck as he continues to explore his mouth. guy tastes of mouthwash. not at all shocking. )
Let's get you into bed.
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And now he's completely given in so really, joke's on him. Stupid, really. Stupid how easy he gave in. He'll have time to berate himself for this later though, for now he wants to focus on what's going on in the present. With Gojo's hand on his cock, his tongue in his mouth, it's all very... very good.
When they break apart, when Gojo indicates he wants to move places, Nanami is a little flushed and breathing hard. He blinks a few times at Gojo, a little distracted by the sight of him without the blindfold and so close to his face. It makes his heart beat a little faster and he nods, distracted, before focusing. ]
Bedroom's across the hall.
[ There's a pause there for a moment, as if Nanami is considering a mighty number of things, before his hand reaches up and fists itself in the front of Gojo's shirt. Then he begins to drag him out the bathroom and into the bedroom. When they get there, Nanami's bedroom is meticulously put together, of course, but the bed is made and in the center of the room and big enough for them both. So. Nanami will push Gojo towards it.
Now, very directly, he asks — ]
Do you want to fuck me or do you want me to fuck you?
beach time!
she'd laid out a large blanket for them both under a couple of massive umbrellas, ordered coconuts to be delivered (and they had!), and she's laying on her back beside her man, enjoying the day in her pretty new swimsuit. there's nothing on the schedule today, save for enjoying, swimming, and a beach party in the evening, and up until then, the day is theirs to do as they wish. ]
How's your book coming along?
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So, today while they're lounging on the beach, he's not thinking of much of anything. He's dressed in just a pair of swim trunks, one arm tucked under his head as a pillow and the other holding the coconut that was delivered to them while he drinks it. His book is in the bag to the side but he hasn't pulled it out yet, just soaking up the ambiance for now.
When Tifa asks about the book, he gives a soft hum and sets down the coconut before turning to her. He shifts to lay on his side, propping his head up with an arm and letting his eyes roam the expanse of her body, on offer to him. ]
It's good. Better than the last book already. Thank you for getting it for me, sweetheart.
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he looks better now, more relaxed, more happy, and she smiles, her heart light as she shimmies close to cuddle up with him, tangling their limbs together. this is definitely an offer, all right, and look, right down there, that generous cleavage, just for him. ]
You've read some of it already?
[ light fingers are trailing over his chest, before she's laying to press soft kisses to it, affectionate and playful. ]
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And oh, this is nice. He didn't expect her to curl closer to him like this but he doesn't dislike it at all. Instead he leans forward to press his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss and then continues to prop his head up and watch her. She's pressing kisses to his chest and he traces fingers up along her side, starting from her thigh and across her body. ]
On the train ride here and a bit this morning while you were sleeping. Not too much, just getting a taste.
[ And then his fingers are at her breast and he's going to tug at the top of her swimsuit to pull it down enough to free one of those breasts. With little fanfare, he begins to grope and knead at her breast, thumbing at her nipple to tease it as he just. Enjoys touching her like this. ]
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[ tifa's breath catches when he tugs at the top of it to pull it down. the heat of his hand on her breast is a welcome one, and it's not long after being exposed to the air that her nipple pulls taut, dusky peak jutting proudly, begging to be touched and kissed.
she squirms under him, offers a token protest as her cheeks flush a deeper pink. to be fair, she's always had a fondness for skirting the line, but nanami's so smooth with it, making it so easy to just want to fuck him out here, out in the open in front of anyone who can see. ]
Kento...
[ she breathes, tangling their limbs together so that his thigh is pressed up between both her legs. it's arousal that's beginning to pool in the pit of her stomach, and her hands come to smooth down his arms, his side, cupping his face so she can kiss him. ]
It's cute how you like my tits so much.
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... But still. What if they're careful not to get caught?
Their limbs tangle together and he nuzzles at her hair, pressing his thigh up between her legs, against her mound and grinding softly against it. His hand continues to play with her breast idly, though his mouth aches to get on her nipple and suck. Not yet though, not yet.
He looks amused when she teases him and he'll lean in to press a soft, chaste kiss against her lips. ]
What can I say? I'm addicted.
train dates c:
the quickie in the dressing room had taken the edge off, even if her pretty lace panties and pussy are now sticky with his cum. they're taking the train home, and unfortunately they've hit the peak hour, which means they're packed like sardines in a speeding, silent tin can. she's pressed back against him in her pretty dress, shielded from the others by his arms, and as more people jostle in, she's flush against him, supported by his strength.
of course, it doesn't take long for her appreciation of his thoughtfulness to become something more. looking ahead, she reaches back to gently massage his cock through his pants. it's slow, deliberate, and a way to take their mind off the tedium on the long ride home, right? ]
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That's, of course, what he's thinking when he feels the pressure of Tifa's hand exploring where it shouldn't in the middle of this ride. He's got her cornered, shielded from the others with his body and he thought that would be a good thing, to keep her from being jostled by the others in the way he is. But then he feels her hand, creeping to the front of his pants and... ah.
Ah.
He dips his head then, murmuring in her ear, voice low and warm and just for her. ]
Someone's a little impatient.
[ Because yes, there was no way they weren't going to have sex when they returned home. The quickie was nice and all but it wasn't enough for Nanami's appetite. Not nearly enough. ]
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Maybe earlier was a mistake.
[ she whispers, grinding back discreetly against him, forcing herself to look ahead without making it obviously. her deft fingers unzip him nice and slow when she realises he isn't stopping her, and she's massaging him through his briefs, her mouth dry. oh, maybe this is a mistake, too. his cock feels so warm, so real, and she can swear he's getting hard, too, and she wants him.
she turns her head just a little, enough to whisper in his ear. ]
It only makes me want you more. I can't help myself now.
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But he doesn't stop her, just lets her continue to touch. One of his arms stays holding onto the train pole next to them while his other curls around her waist, hugging her to his body. He nuzzles his face into her hair discreetly and continues to hold her like that. If anything, from behind they just look like a couple. Not like that they're doing anything untoward.
He keeps his voice low, whispering back just for her. ]
I bet you'd like it, if I fucked you in front of all these people here. You really are desperate.
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here, he must surely feel how wet she is, how eager and greedy her cunt is for him. the thrill of being in such a public space, trying to sneak something this filthy is incredibly exciting. ]
I would... [ a little roll of her hips when the train rounds a turn and the cabin shifts just a little. a push, and she has the length of him snugly in between her thighs. ] ...won't you?
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I will. Anything you want.
[ And he'll shift his hips, pressing in closer. The tip of his cock slides along her folds, against her panties while he grinds up in against her thighs. He's already so hard, unable to hide just how erect he is, and it's all tucked away between her legs. ]
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b - continuing my usual rambling, the 'two souls in a broken world that know something normal will never really be waiting for them, but hiding out in one another and pretending just the same' trope is everything to me. stabs my own chest with feelings. please forgive my tl;dr setting all this up just for juicy smut + tba feelings. )
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( the night had started just as all the others the group had tried to paint — friday nights like a guise on what their lives were, what their lives meant, what would always be waiting for them come sunrise. always the same bar, always the same lingering scent of menthol as shoko looped an arm through hers, feeding her drink after drink that, more often than not, she left at the edge of a table the moment her attention drifted once more.
they'd never so much as had to ask gojo to join them, having stapled himself into the tradition. it was, however, a seemingly rare occasion that the honey-toned blond would acquiesce, slightly stiff in that bar stool he favored, nursing drinks with the same professionalism he donned in the field. she can't help but to note the impenetrable sadness that emanates from him; no matter gojo's childish, prying efforts; no matter how many times shoko hung over his broad shoulders with a pout affixed to her lips, sake heavy on her tongue.
every so often she'd find her gaze drifting to him, like a buoy amidst the chaos. wondering silently if he agreed to come just to please the other two, to grant them an easy-fought contentment they all deserved a little bit of, after all this time. after all this grief. sights lingering, stitching two images together: the scrawny, floppy-haired first-year with the man sat perched before the array of liquor bottles now. the before and the after.
maybe it's the sake, or maybe it's the hint of whiskey settling deep into her bones that makes her feel a bit more brazen with a pinch of flush to her cheeks, but tonight, she doesn't look away.
the later hours of the night pass in a haze, and he offers to take her home. insists it's no trouble when she assures him she can just catch the next train, says it with kind eyes and a gentle heart, and she tries to press back the way it catches at something within her chest. tries not to replay their shared glances scattered over the evening again and again, as if it were merely the alcohol playing tricks on her.
and then they're standing before the door to her apartment, cropped sweater slouched over her silk slip of a dress and keys in hand. she fiddles them from one finger to the next, the bow holding half of her hair having drooped, leaving stray tendrils and bangs amiss. )
Ah. ( a pause, the glitter of her eyes catching his, tugging up some of that liquid courage. ) Do you want to come in?
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But he liked the company, that still held true. He liked being with the others, he liked knowing that they were all still here — all still alive. That's what kept him showing up every Friday, even if he rarely participated in their drinking games and all the rest. He liked the reassurance that everyone was still here.
So, tonight, when things started winding down and the others left, he found himself drifting over to Utahime's side. She was the odd one out at times, the only one from Kyoto in their group and thus the only one who didn't have the same exact memories growing up as the rest of them did. But she still experienced a lot of the same events, a lot of the same... trauma. She was still one of them.
He brought her home. His intentions are innocent, really. He just wanted to make sure she got back safely. She was a little bit messy from alcohol and he couldn't say he wasn't the same — though it came out differently, in a slightly loosened tie and a too intense gaze.
Then she's asking if he wants to come in and there's... subtext there, there's a double meaning. He considers it, considers the ramifications. They're both adults, aren't they? And it isn't as if this would ruin things between them. It would just be one night together, something simple, something safe.
It would still be smarter to say no though. ]
Yes.
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but he agrees, and the smallest hint of a smile skirts along her lips as a particularly crisp breeze greets them, as if encouraging them inside, encouraging them closer. the liquor's long since settled a pink to her cheeks, and before either of them have the opportunity to take it back (the invitation and the acceptance), she's unlocking the door for them.
a quaint, cozy apartment greets them, filled with whites and creams and complimenting earthy tones; tall windows with gauze curtains, plants of all shapes and sizes propped on bookshelves, end tables, behind the couch. it's simple—but incredibly intimate, she suddenly realizes, so much evidence of her left in plain sight—toeing out of her heels in the genkan, shrinking a few inches.
she doesn't mean to draw it out- this... it's not inexperience so much as the fact that he was no stranger, pausing mid-drift to the kitchen to twirl and catch sight of him again—savoring the way he looks in her space, tie and eyes loosened—lingering slightly. )
Can I get you anything?