[ As Gojo drapes around him, Nanami responds automatically by looping his arms around Gojo's waist and holding the man flush again him. He savors the nuzzling, the soft whining, and turns his head to rub his face into the mess of soft, white hair before him. He holds him tighter, fingers curling into the back of his jacket and enjoying the embrace for what it is.
His feelings for Gojo are overwhelming and magnificent. An ache that can never quite be settled unless they were to actually bite each other and become true mates. Yet, Nanami is more than aware that cannot happen. He cannot steal the Gojo heir for himself, as much as he desperately wants to. Their responsibilities to the jujutsu society far outweigh their feelings for each other so they... they can't.
The thought makes a whine spill from Nanami's throat, unbidden. He holds Gojo tighter. ]
... You're so shameless. Demanding to be in the nest of an unbonded omega.
[ As if they're not bonded in everything but bite. Still, Nanami will shift his grip on Gojo until he's picking him up by the thighs, legs locked on either side of his waist and he carries him through the apartment. It gives Gojo as much of his scent as he wants, leaving him buried against his scent gland instead of pulled away so he can walk. Gojo is bigger than him, taller and buffer, but Nanami is still strong enough to carry him this far, at least.
When they get to Nanami's room, his nest is there. A mix of blankets and clothes (some of his, a good number of Gojo's) that gives a scent that's more of a mix of the two of them than just Nanami. He's thought about taking it down, giving Gojo his clothes back, but somehow whenever he does he always ends up with freshly cleaned and scented clothes from Gojo mixed back in. The other man is... incredibly sneaky.
He deposits him on the bed, in the middle of the nest when they get there and pulls his hands back so he can start tugging off his tie properly, unbuttoning his shirt. ]
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His feelings for Gojo are overwhelming and magnificent. An ache that can never quite be settled unless they were to actually bite each other and become true mates. Yet, Nanami is more than aware that cannot happen. He cannot steal the Gojo heir for himself, as much as he desperately wants to. Their responsibilities to the jujutsu society far outweigh their feelings for each other so they... they can't.
The thought makes a whine spill from Nanami's throat, unbidden. He holds Gojo tighter. ]
... You're so shameless. Demanding to be in the nest of an unbonded omega.
[ As if they're not bonded in everything but bite. Still, Nanami will shift his grip on Gojo until he's picking him up by the thighs, legs locked on either side of his waist and he carries him through the apartment. It gives Gojo as much of his scent as he wants, leaving him buried against his scent gland instead of pulled away so he can walk. Gojo is bigger than him, taller and buffer, but Nanami is still strong enough to carry him this far, at least.
When they get to Nanami's room, his nest is there. A mix of blankets and clothes (some of his, a good number of Gojo's) that gives a scent that's more of a mix of the two of them than just Nanami. He's thought about taking it down, giving Gojo his clothes back, but somehow whenever he does he always ends up with freshly cleaned and scented clothes from Gojo mixed back in. The other man is... incredibly sneaky.
He deposits him on the bed, in the middle of the nest when they get there and pulls his hands back so he can start tugging off his tie properly, unbuttoning his shirt. ]
Take off your clothes.