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“Nanami-chan! Over here, over here!”
From the moment Nanami Kento stepped into the alleyway’s bar that was constrained between a pile of filled trash bins in front of graffiti-covered walls with an equally shitty entrance to a love hotel next door, he should have taken it at a sign to run. He could already feel his temples throbbing. It only worsened when his eyes spotted the familiar ice-colored hair with eyes that were even brighter and bluer.
Why did he even agree to come here again?
He didn’t quite know himself.
Perhaps he was tired of coming home to a quiet studio apartment.
Perhaps he only wanted Gojo Satoru to stop spamming his phone with stickers and pleas.
Perhaps a tiny part of him—just a smidge—found familiar comfort in what he had once known.
His jawline twitched as he strode toward the eccentric man who was waving his arms erratically.
You’d never think this man was an extremely powerful sorcerer in the making.
With his hands shoved deep in his pockets, he strolled toward Gojo, battling the temptation to turn and walk right back out. He noticed the curious glances people cast his way, but what caught his attention even more was how they stared at Gojo—admiringly, almost reverently—a stark contrast to the casual curiosity aimed at him.
He felt his jawline ticking.
“Stop causing a scene,” he stoically remarked before taking a seat next to him.
“Boo, you could have shown some excitement of seeing me after graduating and leaving behind dear old me two years ago,” he whined while puckering out his lips, practically deflating back into his seat.
“That would require me actually to be excited,” he deadpanned as the bartender approached him. He didn’t bother skimming the menu as he loosened his tie slightly. I’ll have a glass of water. Thank you.”
“Water?” Gojo piqued. “Just a cup of water, Nanami-chan? Are you still a high-schooler?”
“A glass of water,” he corrected. “Unlike a certain someone, I have work tomorrow.”
He blinked a few times, brows pinching together as he tilted his head to the side.
“Eh? Tomorrow’s the weekend, though.”
He could already feel the headache returning.
“I haven’t finished this week’s yet, so I’m working overtime. You should be lucky I’m even here,” he grumbled as the bartender arrived with his drink. “Though, aren’t you a tad too early to be drinking?”
“Hehe, are you worried about me?” he questioned, grinning wildly.
“Hardly,” he snorted, exhaling softly and resisting the urge to rub his stiff shoulders.
“How’s your life as an everyday salaryman?” he asked, swirling his drink almost whimsically. His finger traced around the edges, and Nanami followed the pattern. He sipped his water, crossed one leg over the other, and he wondered if that was how Gojo liked—
He quickly cut himself off from finishing that train of thought.
“Fine,” he quipped, questioning if he should have ordered an ochoko of sake.
“Fine?” he echoed, his smile widening. “I bet you want to return to the Jujutsu Society, huh?”
The answer came almost immediately.
“I don’t. I came because I want you to stop spamming me, which you promised starting today.”
The fact he hadn’t blocked him yet and why remained up in the air.
“Boo, you are being real Nanamean right now. But it’s been so boring without you,” he sulked, collapsing onto the table rather dramatically. Nanami could feel his eyes twitching. He refused to acknowledge how happy the comment made him, even if he was just saying it.
He had to be just saying it, like when one of his colleagues asked how he was but didn’t really care.
Or how his boss told him he was doing an amazing job, but it was because he wanted the credit.
“It’s not supposed to be fun,” he mumbled.
“I know it’s supposed better than working as a white-collar and sitting in an office for eight plus hours a day and the weekends as well,” Gojo retaliated, lifting his head to rest his cheek against the table.
“Make no mistake, both are absolute shit.”
He instantly lifted his head with a sparkling glisten in his eyes.
“Then—”
“However, if both are shit, I’ll take the one I’m more suited to,” he interjected, bringing the glass up to his lips when Gojo’s next question completely made him falter. It wasn’t because of how serious he sounded for a split second, but the punctuation behind it.
“Wouldn’t that be doing something that would help others?”
He didn’t know why that question disturbed him or what specifically caused his heart to twist.
After all, he was the one that chose to leave.
So why did that question affect him so greatly?
“Did you invite me over to lecture me?” he jeered.
“No, no, on the contrary! I was hoping that would be a great segway into my next point of cashing in my favour,” he grinned, straightening his back. He then downed the rest of his sake, almost like he needed some liquid courage—
Something Nanami found ridiculous because this was Gojo Satoru he was talking about.
“When had I owe you one?”
“You have! How could you have forgotten already?” he sulked, crossing his arms.
“When?”
“When you went and stole my heart,” he grinned widely, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He even shot finger guns in his direction. They stared at one another, neither breaking eye contact nor uttering a word.
After what felt like an eternity, Nanami got up from his seat.
“Okay, that’s enough—"
“Hey! Wait, wait, spare me a few minutes! Not even, just a few seconds,” Gojo pleaded, immediately gripping the hem of his suit jacket. “Come on, it’s been so long, and I need your help, Nanami!”
“Help?” he echoed, his brows pinching together. “With what?”
After all, Gojo was probably one of the most powerful sorcerers of the decade, perhaps even this century. For him to ask for help in any regard immediately made him tense. His stomach churned something that he doesn’t recall ever happening, as his heart rate accelerated a beat faster.
“It’s just…” he trailed off, almost seeming uneased, which was another first. Nanami watched as he glanced around before tugging at the hem of his shirt once more. “Actually, could we talk somewhere…more private?”
“Private?”
Damn it, he hated how he was thoughtlessly parroting whatever he said.
More so—
He hated how he was rendered utterly helpless when he nodded and gazed up at him through his long, snowflake-soft lashes. Did he have a choice regarding a friend's well-being? One in which Nanami didn’t dare to humour the thought of more?
He nodded before reaching into the inner pockets of his suit, fetching more than enough to cover their tab before he followed Gojo. Nanami didn’t miss how he had now let go of the hem of his suit to latch onto the cuff.
He also didn’t miss how the sorcerer led him to the entrance of that dingy love hotel.
Or how he ordered a room, convincing himself that they needed to speak privately immediately.
It must be, it must be, it must be.
By the time they got inside a room that didn’t just have a mirror on the ceiling, a love-shaped bed, or the copious amount of condoms in a bowel alongside a bathroom that was completely see-through, Nanami felt himself throbbing, but this time—
It was not his head but something in his lower region.
What the fuck is this?
He squinted, now feeling more perplexed and baffled than anything else.
“What…do you need help with exactly, Gojo?”
“Hm…I wonder what if you’d actually lend a hand if you were to hear it,” he chuckled humourlessly.
It didn’t settle with Nanami as his brain started thinking of every possible scenario.
Was it some sort of powerful enemy? A curse?
Or was he pulling his legs?
Surely, he didn’t know these wicked feelings he had kept from him.
Surely, he didn’t—
The salaryman didn’t have a chance to complete his thought when Gojo suddenly yanked him forward. Caught off guard, he tumbled onto the bed, a soft thud echoing as he landed. The surprise jolted through him, igniting a spark of tension in the air.
As he looked up, his breath came a little quicker, his heart racing with a mix of confusion and something electrifying. Gojo loomed above him, an unmistakable intensity glimmering in his eyes alongside a mischievous deviltry.
“What the hell are you doing?” Nanami rumbled, fisting the bedsheets with all his might to not jump the damn sorcerer. He knew it would be impossible with Gojo’s Limitless and Infinity abilities, but it didn’t mean that sadistic, primal side wouldn’t want to try. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Maybe,” he chuckles. “Though it certainly feels like it because I’m tired of fighting it.”
“Fighting it?”
“Fighting this,” he clarified, slowly rising. You know exactly what I mean, too, Nanami-chan.”
In the process, Nanami knew he could feel his thickness straining at his slacks. It was hard not to by the way he was grinding downwards. Though what the blonde man didn’t expect was to feel the sorcerer’s cock also erect and rubbing tightly at the side of his.
“You’re drunk,” he deadpanned.
In response, he puckered his lips with his brows furrowing together.
“I had one drink,” he retorted, looping his fingers into Nanami’s tie, slowly tugging it loose, and then tracing his fingers up and down towards his chest. “Now, are you going to give in what we’ve always wanted…or should I find someone else?”
The last part of his question makes him scowl darkly.
It caused the corner of Gojo’s lips to twitch and raise ever so slightly, but in a blink, Nanami grabbed the front of his shirt, practically slamming his lips and completely devouring him alive. As their lips met sloppy, messily, and feverishly—
There were no initial tentative kisses, no build-up to the waves of desire that have been long cresting between them from the moment they had met. Instead, there were only crashing, pulling, and breaking endlessly like a tidal wave drawn up the moon.
They were done, fighting whatever this was.
Yet more than anything else, Nanami was at wit’s end, his cock dribbling copious amount of precum as Gojo ground and wiggled around, driving him to the edge of utter insanity. Gojo couldn’t help but whine when one of his large hands pulled through his hair. In response, he arched his back and whined, giving Nanami the perfect timing to force his tongue in greedily.
Heaven and all that is Mighty—there was no way Nanami could stop now.
Not even if he were to beg.
However, it doesn’t seem to be the case in the way Gojo whined and mewled when Nanami’s other hand snuck around to squeeze his buttocks. It only enticed Nanami to be even rougher, even more demanding when it came to him.
He wanted more when it came to Gojo.
More, more, more.
Nanami instantly overpowered him as he flipped him over quickly and effortlessly before caging him between his arms. “I’ve always wanted to knock you down, fill you up deep inside with my cum over and over until you know you’re place. Until you’re nothing more than a complete, debauched mess for me only.”
He punctuated each phrase with a searing, rough, and downright mean kiss, almost like he couldn’t bear the thought of parting from his lips long enough to drive home his point. It felt like everything he had smothered, kept locked away at the deepest depth of his heart, suddenly imploded in itself.
It didn’t make it better when Gojo nodded.
“Hurry,” he keened, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist and hauling him down. “Nanami.”
“Exercise patience,” he crooned, peppering kisses down the side of his neck, loving how he jumped when he latched onto his skin and suckled. “After all, if you’ve known for this long and held yourself back, what will a few more minutes do?”
“You’re such a tease,” he whined, fingers already working on quickly unbuttoning each fastening.
“As if you don’t enjoy it,” he murmured, grinding his hips down to prove a point.
“Mm,” he moaned, shifting and humping in an attempt to get friction where he needed most.
“Now, be a good boy for me,” he rumbled. “And tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you, Master,” he whispered breathlessly. “I want…I want your cock?”
“Just want?” he questioned, arching his brow as he pushed the hem of Gojo’s shirt up and helped it over his head before practically flinging it across the room. He shifted down, lapping at his puckered nipple. “That’s a shame.”
“Mn, need, need,” he corrected quickly. “Need Nanami’s cock, need my Master’s cock.”
Fuck, why was it so fun to bully and torment him?
Was it because he was so sensitive to his little touches?
Or was it because this was the first time Nanami had ever seen him so pliant?
“Yeah, you want my cock, don’t you?” he asked, beginning to finally grind his hips downward to meet Gojo’s pathetic attempts of humping that caused him to cry out while he simultaneously nipped his swollen bud. “Do you need me to stuff you full of my seed? Do you need to be fucked and bred that badly until your hole understands the shape of my cock?”
The sorcerer found himself blushing madly.
“Y-you…since when did you have such a d-d-dirty mouth?” he stammered in disbelief, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as the salarymen pulled away to practically rip off his suit and the already undone button-down shirt.
His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing, enough to lodge whatever retort he wanted to voice in his throat. Every sinew and curve of his body seemed chiselled from stone, a perfect blend of strength and agility.
He must still have been working out in the last two years since he left to be this built.
With shoulders broad like a marble statue, he exuded an aura of confidence that was both intimidating and captivating. The taut muscles of his arms flexed as he went to remove his belt, making a loud whoosh in the process as he undid the front zipper with an almost-there smirk.
“Do you like what you see?” he remarked, arching his brow, which only made Gojo blush harder.
Unfair.
Kami-sama was really un—fucking—fair.
“As if you didn’t know,” he grumbled before drawing him back for another kiss.
Unrestraint now, Gojo kissed while grinding him harder, entreatingly licking the parted seam of his lips and coaxing his tongue into tangling with his. Nanami happily obliged with his demand as he cupped the back of his head, and his tongue drove right into his mouth.
All the while—unzipping the front of the sorcerer's pants and helping him out.
Nanami wasn’t sure it was even possible, but he swore he could smell his arousal.
He dragged his tongue over Gojo’s teeth, and their tongues collided with one another. He stroked the pads of his thumbs around his ribcage before finally pinching his nipples, swirling them like the way Gojo had done earlier with his drink.
Then, while one hand twiddled around his pink peak, the other hand gripped firmly around Gojo’s throbbing erection, the whimper almost sending the blonde man over the edge for a moment as Nanami chuckled.
“M-Master,” he mewled when Nanami broke their kiss once more, kissing his way down and leaving a trail in his wake. He soon settled in front of his length, giving one playful little pump and relinquishing the way his head thrashed on the pillow.
“Your cock is so pretty,” he cooed, and the appraisal drew out more precum to leak as he swiped his thumb across the bulbous head. “I bet you’ve been thinking about this for so long, haven’t you? For me to suck your cock and make you feel good?”
He squeaked, barely able to see through his glossy, lust-filled eyes.
And thankfully for Gojo, Nanami didn’t bother waiting for a response since all conscious thoughts left the sorcerer’s head when his hot mouth enveloped his cock. Gojo groaned; the feeling of Nanami’s mouth was like a piece of heaven, his mouth hot and so tight.
However, he was also relentless, somehow already grabbing the bottle of lube before when Gojo was intoxicated out of his mind by lust. Instantly, and when he was least expecting it, he abruptly slammed two fingers into his tight, puckered back hole, ripping a cry from his throat.
“Master!”
His Master really was ruthless—truly like a bully—giving no apology in the slightest and immediately started to pound that small bumpy, raised spot that had him writhing and gut clenching. The white-hair man didn’t know where to focus, having his front and back entirely at his mercy.
Using Gojo’s whimpers and whines as guidance, Nanami soon found a rhythm that caused him to grip his hair hard and snap his hips upwards. With a grunt, Nanami gripped the base of his cock firmly as he savours and lapsed up the taste of him.
He worked in the perfect tempo of how he was stretching out his hole, loving the way he clenched around him as he scissored and slowly tried stretching him out for what was to come. Sucking gently on the head and tonguing at the cockhead slit, Nanami grunted in appreciation before he released his cock from his mouth with a loud pop.
“Fuck, you taste delicious. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
His toes curled, and Gojo could only whimper, his balls throbbing and aching for release.
“Please, Master. Please, please, please,” he begged as he gently tugged the back of his head.
The begging slipping out of Gojo’s mouth—alongside how flush and teary-eyed he looked—was enough to set Nanami off. Taking a deep breath, he engulfed as much of his cock as he could manage and started to suck him in earnest.
Back hollowing, Gojo could only groan, and he couldn’t help but thrust gently back into his mouth, which was now hollowed out—giving the perfect suction. He spread his legs as far as he could go, giving himself entirely to Nanami and whatever he wanted to do to him.
However, it wasn’t Gojo the only one enjoying it, as Nanami started to pump his lengthy cock at the sound of his whimper, grunts, and mewls. Nanami bobbed his head up and down enthusiastically, and now and then, he grunted happily.
Why the hell did they wait this long?
As they got more into it, Nanami knew it was only a matter of time
It didn’t help in Gojo’s situation when he piston and worked his fingers—now three in his wet, tight hole. He kept bullying this particular spot, making him shiver and more precum to drip pathetically into Nanami’s waiting mouth.
“M-Master…Nanami…Nanami,” he choked out. “W-wait…ah…mn, I’m close.”
“Hm? Then come,” he murmured, pulling away to circle his thumb around the slit head as he pushed his fingers back in and, this time, pressed hard onto that spot that he had no choice but for his hand to scramble for purchase and dig into Nanami’s shoulders as he came apart.
Eyes rolling back in his head, he cried out in overstimulation as Nanami never let up while he clenched and twitched through the intense orgasm. Shivers ran down both of their back as Nanami welcomed every single spurt until Gojo’s length was empty from his seed.
“Mm…w-wait…Master, Master…too much…ah—”
When he choked out the last response, Nanami decided to spare him, pulling away while licking his lips. “Well, how am I supposed to last the entire time from bullying you if you’re going to cry and beg so sweetly?”
“Please,” he whined once more, and ever so slowly, he reached to grip the side of his thighs, opening himself wide and practically presenting his gaping hole for Nanami. “Hurry, please? Please…f-fuck…me.”
It was at that moment Nanami felt something in him snap.
“Well, how can I say no if you’re begging me so nicely?” he chuckled, wrapping his hand around his thick length once he shoved his slacks and boxers all the way down. He could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing, the veins bulging as beads of precum slipped from the slit as he applied more lubrication just for safe measures.
Licking his lips hungrily, he placed both of his legs on either side of his broad shoulders.
Nanami loved the way he whined when he felt his thick cock pressing against the hole that slowly started to stretch obscenely and debauchedly to take all of him. Soon, Goji’s thighs were pressed tightly on the bed on either side of his body, practically bent in half as Nanami continued—
Sinking inch by inch.
“Mmm…you’re so…b-big, Nanaminnn,” he cooed, trembling and shaky fingers pressing onto his stomach, drool slathering down his chin rapidly. I…I think I can feel you all the way here in my—ah!”
He didn’t get to finish when the salaryman then plunged all the way in suddenly, making him wail.
“Fuck, how are you still this tight?”
“Master, Master…” he choked out, clawing at his chest in the pinnacle of his lust-filled desperation.
Nanami really didn’t waste another moment of thrusting into him, loving the way every time he withdrew his length, Gojo would unconsciously tighten around him like he didn’t want him to leave.
Cupping his cheek, he then joined their lips in a wet, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
Gojo immediately relaxed his body, moaning into his parted mouth as their skins slapped lewdly and wetly. It didn’t take long until both became utterly lost in their own desperate pleasure, drowning in nothing more than one another’s bodies.
Nanami’s rough in-and-out pacing practically turned into an animalistic breeding rut as the sorcerer would buck up to meet his hips. The bed was creaking so loud that neither would be surprised if everyone could hear their grunts and mewls of pleasure blending together into a perfect symphony.
“Going to come in you,” he groaned. “Going to give you all my seed, and you’ll keep it deep inside you like a good boy. Isn’t that right, Satoru? You won’t disappoint me and let even a drop of me spill from your hole, right?”
Gojo almost died when Nanami used his name.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he choked out, blinded by nothing but pleasure. “Please give me everything.”
That was all it took as Nanami’s hips stuttered one last time before shooting his thick ropes of pleasure into Gojo’s tightness. In response, the sorcerer began to tremble as he could feel a torrential rope of semen spill into his heat. It’s so thick and so much that it oozed out of Gojo, though he kept rocking into him, pushing his seed deeper and deeper into him—
Plugging him up with his cock.
It was enough to send him into another orgasm, but only this time; nothing shot out, even as precum dribbled out. However, Gojo could feel his back entrance squeezing and pulsing around Nanami’s cock greedily and hungrily.
As Nanami slowly opened his eyes—
How beautiful and breathtaking Gojo looked at that moment caught his breath.
He took a shuddering breath, gently caressing Gojo’s cheek, and when he opened his eyes, Nanami thought he would see regret in his eyes when they were done riding this high. However, Gojo just smiled instead, and his eyes looked even clearer as he pushed himself up for a kiss.
Finally, Nanami found the energy to roll off of him just as Gojo let out a loud groan while turning to lie down on his front, keeping his precious seed inside of him. “Nanami-chan, you really are a bully in bed. Ah, my hips are going to be so sore tomorrow!”
He only grunted in response.
For a few minutes, they enjoyed each other’s presence.
That was, until Nanami slowly pulled himself back up and over, laying kisses on the back of his nape, that Gojo realized that he might very well be in trouble—especially when he felt his half-hard cock pressing in between his buttocks.
It seemed they were both in for a very, very long night.