[ 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. ]
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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. ]