[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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