[ 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. ]
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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. ]