[ 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. ]
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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. ]