[ 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. ]
[ The urge to bite is ever present, especially with the way that Nanami always lets him lean so close, press into him and leave kisses and marks of affection and lust all over his skin. The alpha inside of him is desperate for it, needy in a way that no one else would ever be able to inspire, but he's always forced himself to resist the urge. He doesn't want to dwell on what it means to sink that far into someone else, not when the risks are too high.
Nanami already left once, although they'd stayed together. He doesn't want to think about how it would feel if they were mated, and he chose to retire, but Gojo didn't. The pain of it would be too much. He would give up a great deal for Nanami Kento, but there are some things that only the Strongest can bear on his shoulders, and this is one of them.
When Nanami whines, Gojo leans in, rumbling a little growl in his chest, all to soothe and take care of his omega. They might not be bonded, but... They know.
They understand, surely. ]
It's not an unbonded omega. It's Nanami-kun's. The only nest I want.
[ He keeps nuzzling into Nanami's neck and skin, sucking marks and leaving little nips, a threat of something he can never do. His tongue flicks out, tasting him, wanting him, and he whines, desperate for more, more, more. His cock is so hard between his legs, completely distracting him from anything else except the desire to sink into his omega and fuck him until they were both exhausted. It's not often that Gojo gets to that point, but rutting with Nanami always leaves him that way.
Wiggling, Gojo starts to strip off his own clothes as soon as he's laid down, kicking his trousers aside and going for his shirt. ]
Nn, Nanami, I need it badly. I want to fuck you right now.
[ It's harder to focus now. The smell is Gojo's rut is deep in his nose and drawing out the omega in him, the one that wants to claim and be claimed in turn. Gojo is his alpha (even though he isn't) and Nanami wants to be the only omega who will take care of him during his rut. Nanami lets out a shuddering breath and pushes off his shirt and suit jacket, dropping both of the floor with a carelessness that isn't common for Nanami. Except in times like this. ]
I know. I'm almost done.
[ He can feel how wet he already is, just from the scent alone, and he can't smother down the whine that escapes him. No, he needs this as much as Gojo does, his entire body feeling primed now that the scent of rut is in the air. He's scrambling a little, peeling off his belt and beginning to shove down his pants, his underwear, stripping down as quickly as he can.
His underwear peels off his body, already wet with his slick and he doesn't know how his body can go from zero to a hundred so quickly when it comes to Gojo. His alpha. He swallows, still in his socks as he shuffles over Gojo's lap and takes his cock in hand. He holds it behind him as he leans above the man and slowly slides down, the head of Gojo's cock pushing at his hole before finally, finally, Nanami is able to sink down on it. ]
[ Knowing that he's safe here with Nanami to take care of him in his ruts is something that Gojo probably takes for granted more often than he should, but their promise of each other is enough that they're painfully in synch time and time again. It's the desire for more that makes him hurt, and watching Nanami strip down, push his clothing aside and bare himself has his cock twitching and the urge to knot all the harder to ignore and press to one side.
He's not bold enough to declare it as love, as anything more than something that has strung the two of them together in a perfect harmony, but in another life, another world... Nanami understands. They've both always understood the roles and positions they've been forced into, despite the circumstances and the depth of their feeling.
Arms wrap around Nanami immediately, tugging him close - and down, pushing his cock up into his needy omega, grinding into him with a pleased moan. It's home, it's perfect, and Gojo leans up to scrape his too-sharp teeth over Nanami's neck, as if to threaten. A promise of what could be, of what he wants, to claim and bite and never let anyone else touch this man.
It's too risky, too dangerous, so he shoves his face into the other man's chest instead. ]
Omega, my good boy... [ He whines, low, needy. An alpha who wants to be cherished in his rut as much as he wants to fuck. ] Use my name properly.
[ One day, the Gojo clan elders will pick an omega they feel suitable for their heir and Gojo and him will no longer see each other in this capacity and Nanami will... buy a few bottles of sake, lock himself in his room, and drown his sorrows until he feels like a functional human being again. But that day is not today, even if the flicker of it haunts Nanami when Gojo drags his teeth against his throat in a tease of something neither of them can have. Relief fills him when Gojo pulls away, even if a whine spills from his throat in response.
He's leaking slick, covering Gojo's cock in it as Gojo fucks up into him. There's a sharp gasp and Nanami braces his hands on Gojo's shoulders, riding him hard and fast. He needs it so badly, needs to feel Gojo knot him, needs to come all over the both of them. It's going to be such a mess, their first time in a rut, and Nanami can feel his heat hurtling towards him with no mercy. This always happens like that. He feels fine and then Gojo shows up and his whole body responds to him. It's insane, is what it is.
He drops his head forward, pressing his face in Gojo's hair as Gojo hides his face against Nanami's chest. His arms encircle his neck, fingers sliding into his hair and a low moan spilling from him as he hears Gojo's words. His hips keep moving, bouncing hard on Gojo's cock, and he nods against his head. ]
Satoru... Satoru... Satoru...
[ Said in a breathy sigh, a soft gasp at the end as he feels Gojo's cock brush against his prostate and he whines helplessly again. They need each other. They need each other so badly. ]
[ Gojo knows he has enough power over his family to push off his own mating for as long as he can - he's busy with his career, with teaching, with the missions he gets sent on, and in his heart? He's busy with Nanami, the only omega he has ever wanted to bond himself to, ever wanted to claim for his own. He's scented other ones too, of course, the world is wide and large, but none of them have ever compared to this man.
They're so perfectly matched to each other, rut and heat twinning together and demanding it of each other, their natural biology mirroring each other. It shows how compatible they are, how they're meant to be together, inspiring that joy and pleasure in one another without any hesitation. Gojo moans as he leans in, teeth scraping, nose nuzzling into scent glands as he drowns in how delicious his sweet omega smells.
He's perfect. He wants, he wants so much, and trying to shove the feelings aside grows harder and harder each and every single day.
Rocking into him, grinding, pushing his cock in hard and teasing with his knot, Gojo moans, groaning. ]
Good, good... Kento... My Kento...
[ He leans up to bite at his mouth, kissing him hard, wanting to mark him, maim and claim him. ]
[ 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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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.
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Nanami already left once, although they'd stayed together. He doesn't want to think about how it would feel if they were mated, and he chose to retire, but Gojo didn't. The pain of it would be too much. He would give up a great deal for Nanami Kento, but there are some things that only the Strongest can bear on his shoulders, and this is one of them.
When Nanami whines, Gojo leans in, rumbling a little growl in his chest, all to soothe and take care of his omega. They might not be bonded, but... They know.
They understand, surely. ]
It's not an unbonded omega. It's Nanami-kun's. The only nest I want.
[ He keeps nuzzling into Nanami's neck and skin, sucking marks and leaving little nips, a threat of something he can never do. His tongue flicks out, tasting him, wanting him, and he whines, desperate for more, more, more. His cock is so hard between his legs, completely distracting him from anything else except the desire to sink into his omega and fuck him until they were both exhausted. It's not often that Gojo gets to that point, but rutting with Nanami always leaves him that way.
Wiggling, Gojo starts to strip off his own clothes as soon as he's laid down, kicking his trousers aside and going for his shirt. ]
Nn, Nanami, I need it badly. I want to fuck you right now.
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I know. I'm almost done.
[ He can feel how wet he already is, just from the scent alone, and he can't smother down the whine that escapes him. No, he needs this as much as Gojo does, his entire body feeling primed now that the scent of rut is in the air. He's scrambling a little, peeling off his belt and beginning to shove down his pants, his underwear, stripping down as quickly as he can.
His underwear peels off his body, already wet with his slick and he doesn't know how his body can go from zero to a hundred so quickly when it comes to Gojo. His alpha. He swallows, still in his socks as he shuffles over Gojo's lap and takes his cock in hand. He holds it behind him as he leans above the man and slowly slides down, the head of Gojo's cock pushing at his hole before finally, finally, Nanami is able to sink down on it. ]
Mmm, ahh... Gojo-san...
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He's not bold enough to declare it as love, as anything more than something that has strung the two of them together in a perfect harmony, but in another life, another world... Nanami understands. They've both always understood the roles and positions they've been forced into, despite the circumstances and the depth of their feeling.
Arms wrap around Nanami immediately, tugging him close - and down, pushing his cock up into his needy omega, grinding into him with a pleased moan. It's home, it's perfect, and Gojo leans up to scrape his too-sharp teeth over Nanami's neck, as if to threaten. A promise of what could be, of what he wants, to claim and bite and never let anyone else touch this man.
It's too risky, too dangerous, so he shoves his face into the other man's chest instead. ]
Omega, my good boy... [ He whines, low, needy. An alpha who wants to be cherished in his rut as much as he wants to fuck. ] Use my name properly.
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He's leaking slick, covering Gojo's cock in it as Gojo fucks up into him. There's a sharp gasp and Nanami braces his hands on Gojo's shoulders, riding him hard and fast. He needs it so badly, needs to feel Gojo knot him, needs to come all over the both of them. It's going to be such a mess, their first time in a rut, and Nanami can feel his heat hurtling towards him with no mercy. This always happens like that. He feels fine and then Gojo shows up and his whole body responds to him. It's insane, is what it is.
He drops his head forward, pressing his face in Gojo's hair as Gojo hides his face against Nanami's chest. His arms encircle his neck, fingers sliding into his hair and a low moan spilling from him as he hears Gojo's words. His hips keep moving, bouncing hard on Gojo's cock, and he nods against his head. ]
Satoru... Satoru... Satoru...
[ Said in a breathy sigh, a soft gasp at the end as he feels Gojo's cock brush against his prostate and he whines helplessly again. They need each other. They need each other so badly. ]
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They're so perfectly matched to each other, rut and heat twinning together and demanding it of each other, their natural biology mirroring each other. It shows how compatible they are, how they're meant to be together, inspiring that joy and pleasure in one another without any hesitation. Gojo moans as he leans in, teeth scraping, nose nuzzling into scent glands as he drowns in how delicious his sweet omega smells.
He's perfect. He wants, he wants so much, and trying to shove the feelings aside grows harder and harder each and every single day.
Rocking into him, grinding, pushing his cock in hard and teasing with his knot, Gojo moans, groaning. ]
Good, good... Kento... My Kento...
[ He leans up to bite at his mouth, kissing him hard, wanting to mark him, maim and claim him. ]
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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. ]