[ 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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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. ]