[ 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. ]
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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.