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“Let’s change the position,” Gojo proposed as Nanami sobbed into the pillow after the merciless assault. He felt delirious, feverish, his body too tight into his skin. As the hands retreated and the warm sheets came in contact with the sensitised skin, he stifled a whimper. The cotton felt chafing where it rubbed on his chest.
Above him, Gojo shifted. Nanami felt the tickle of wet hair on his back, then the shiver of teeth scraping gently on his shoulder.
He pulled out, easily turning Nanami on his back.
Nanami blinked, feeling self-conscious at the drip of lube from his suddenly empty hole. The sheets stuck to his back, where he still felt the indent of teeth.
Having to face Gojo made it impossible for him to detach himself. His gaze roved over Gojo’s blushing cheeks, his brilliant eyes. His smile. His reddened mouth.
Gojo stretched over him, hands cupping Nanami’s face. “Arousal starts in the brain,” he grinned, “but you still have a frown on your face.” A featherlight brush on the corner of his mouth, the puff of hot breath between their parted lips. “We have to turn it upside down.”
Nanami sucked in a breath to give a scathing remark to this, but Gojo swooped in first.
To be fair, Gojo was a very good kisser, Nanami thought hazily as his hands tangled in Gojo’s hair of their own accord.
Gojo moaned and bit his lower lip, teeth digging harshly. The sound unfortunately went straight to dick, getting him from half mast to full attention in an embarrassingly short time.
Nanami felt as is he was being fucked again. One hand went to his previously abused nipple, playing with it softly enough that he only felt jolts and shivers, not strong enough to make him want to fully get away.
The kiss deepened. A finger circling his hole, teasing, slowly getting in, just a little, out again, enough to make him want more.
And more he got, as Gojo’s mouth started sliding down, on his neck, where Nanami discovered he did have a place that turned him on, under his jaw just as Gojo’s nose buried in his neck and licked a small strip of skin.
He discovered he enjoyed Gojo nibbling, kissing, biting, licking, all made his skin rise with gooseflesh. Whatever Gojo did felt so good he bucked up, trying to get some friction, anything to keep going.
Gojo’s hand arrested his movement with an iron grip that left him a loud moan.
“The deal was to not to touch your cock, wasn’t it?” Gojo laughed into his heated ear, his own voice unsteady. “Wouldn’t dream of breaking the rules. I can only give you this.”
This being the cock slowly inserting back into his hole. Nanami felt his eyes roll back. The stretch was not as painful as before, he was more relaxed. The discomfort was a dulled knife as Gojo peppered kisses on his collarbone, his neck.
He got up on his elbows, stopped halfway in. “Nanamin.”
Nanami opened his eyes. When had he closed them?
Gojo pouted. “Don’t fall asleep on me now. That would really kill my mood, worse than your indifferent face.”
How did Gojo have the gall to say this when his face burned. He felt debauched and seeing Gojo’s feverish gaze made him even more embarrassed about his own loss of control.
“How do you feel?” He continued.
Nanami paused the sarcastic retort he had in mind. Gojo looked genuine.
“Better than five minutes ago,” he answered honestly, still too proud to admit to any defeat.
Gojo’s bruised lips curved into a smile that had his stomach in knots. “So you’re saying we’re getting there?” He asked slyly, slowly rocking inside him until he was fully sheathed.
Nanami would not give him the satisfaction of an easy win. “Still firmly mired in mediocrity,” he answered, startled to realise the stretch felt almost pleasant. He could not resist giving another jab. “Must be hard for you, to be inadequate.”
Gojo’s pupils dilated as he looked down.
“Hey, you know,” he said as his fingers ran over Nanami’s ribs, a boyish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at Nanami’s reaction. “The actual, technical term for goosebumps is piloerection.”
His smirk widened as their gazes met. “So good thing you didn’t say not to touch your erection because otherwise I couldn’t have touched you at all.”
Nanami closed his eyes. “It’s also called horripilation, which is my current mood at your idiotic joke.”
“Stay with me Nanamin, don’t leave me hanging!” Gojo whined, his words punctuated by a few harsher thrusts that made his eyes fly open with a swear.
Gojo gave him a coy smile, slowly sinking in closer, arms braced on either side of him, his own swollen cock pressed lightly between their bodies. Too little friction, Nanami thought frustratedly.
“Patience is a virtue, Nanamin, so we’ll go slowly, and you’ll get your reward.”
Nanami really didn’t feel like waiting. “Either you grab my dick or I do, and then you have an automatic loss,” he hissed.
“But that’s against the rules,” Gojo told him airily, eyes gleaming. His hands suddenly found Nanami’s own, twinning their fingers mockingly. His hips moved slowly, doing something that Nanami’s insides were starting to appreciate.
Nanami licked his lips, angling himself up so he could do something, anything to put some pressure on his aching dick, but Gojo curved his body, avoiding it.
“Gojo,” Nanami snarled, spitting his name like a curse.
“Such a demanding kohai,” Gojo snorted, “really Nanami, there’s hierarchy, you know.”
“Fuck you,” Nanami snarled, ready to do something drastic. He had no idea what, exactly, but the cursed energy flowed to his fists and he started seeing the world in ratios of seven and threes.
Gojo’s grin widened. Nanami gave a startled cry as his cock was finally gripped firmly. Gojo had somehow slathered lubricant on his hand, he realised hazily just before Gojo’s hand started moving, scrambling his thoughts.
“Next time, I want to see you with your shirt on,” Gojo said as he thumbed the head, the other fingers massaging just underneath, where he loved it. “Open it myself. Keep it on while I fuck you.” Nanami’s eyes rolled back, Gojo’s words a nonsensical stream of words as the grip changed, gripping him from the base, tugging, pumping, raising him to delirium. “And your tie, I want to strangle you with it, keep it tight while you’re close. See your face flushed as I kiss you and you can barely breathe, as you gasp for breath and beg me to pull harder.”
Nanami had long ceased listening, hearing only his ragged moans and broken pleas, Gojo’s name broken syllables on his lips, begging him not to stop, begging him to continue.
He raised his legs, dizzily wanting more, wanting to do something, as the waves broke over him. His body seized and he came to as if he had plunged into the depths of the sea, slowly nestling back into his own battered body.
He gulped in breaths as the bands of pleasure still rippled gently into his body, curling to his toes. His mouth was dry.
Gojo smiled at him, stretching like a satisfied cat.
Nanami finally found his tongue. “Slightly above average,” he rasped, only through a herculean effort managing to roll to his side and then get up. His legs felt like jelly.
Behind him, Gojo laughed.