[ It makes him upset sometimes if he thinks about it too hard. Why can't he qualify as a suitable omega for Gojo? He doesn't have the established family, sure, but he's got a good curse technique. He's powerful in his own right. He's committed. Why can't he be Gojo's omega? But then he starts thinking about all his faults in turn and it makes him feel bad after a while. So, he tries not to dwell.
For now, he focuses on the here and now. The present. Nanami sighs and continues riding Gojo, his hands pressed against Gojo's shoulders as Gojo leans into him, he groans softly and closes his eyes, head falling back at a particularly good thrust. Ugh, fuck. That feels so good. He shivers at the sound of his name, at Gojo's possessive timbre and blinks his eyes to look down at Gojo at the same time as Gojo surges up to kiss him.
It's a messy kiss, mouths half-slotted against one another as Gojo bites at him. He's able to break skin a little at Nanami's bottom lip and he'll get the taste of blood for a moment in their kiss. Nanami shivers at it, overwhelmed, and licks into Gojo's mouth hungrily. When the kiss parts, Nanami groans and slides one of his hands into Gojo's hair, tugging his head back so he can look up at Nanami. ]
Mine. You're mine, Satoru.
[ He knows it's not entirely true but in the heat drunk fuzziness of his mind, it feels true. Their bodies feel right, like they belong to each other. This is his alpha, his alpha. ]
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For now, he focuses on the here and now. The present. Nanami sighs and continues riding Gojo, his hands pressed against Gojo's shoulders as Gojo leans into him, he groans softly and closes his eyes, head falling back at a particularly good thrust. Ugh, fuck. That feels so good. He shivers at the sound of his name, at Gojo's possessive timbre and blinks his eyes to look down at Gojo at the same time as Gojo surges up to kiss him.
It's a messy kiss, mouths half-slotted against one another as Gojo bites at him. He's able to break skin a little at Nanami's bottom lip and he'll get the taste of blood for a moment in their kiss. Nanami shivers at it, overwhelmed, and licks into Gojo's mouth hungrily. When the kiss parts, Nanami groans and slides one of his hands into Gojo's hair, tugging his head back so he can look up at Nanami. ]
Mine. You're mine, Satoru.
[ He knows it's not entirely true but in the heat drunk fuzziness of his mind, it feels true. Their bodies feel right, like they belong to each other. This is his alpha, his alpha. ]