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Nanami had endured one hell of a morning, and an equally frustrating afternoon.
He had been sent to clear out an old youth center riddled with low grade curses, only to find that there was way more than he bargained for with no back-up or help in sight.
He had to work well within his lunch break when the lower level basement of the abandoned building revealed a large, angry cursed spirit that he played cat and mouse with for an unreasonable amount of time.
His knuckles and forearms were bruised from the curse’s brunt attacks, which he countered, until he had tired the curse enough to get in a finishing blow and exorcise it.
At least his suit hadn’t gotten bloodied. He wasn’t quite ready another trip to the dry cleaner’s yet.
Small miracles.
Afterwards, there were reports to write up, a few loose ends to tie together before his official account of what had transpired could be sent in to the higher ups for filing. It was the part of the day Nanami most looked forward to; perhaps, a quiet time of self introspection over his growth and handling of the day, and whether or not he had made a difference.
Had he made a difference?
No. Nanami thought. Certainly not.
Not out of misplaced humility, or underestimating himself, but truly...the day had been like most others. No one had been outwardly saved. No one had died, either, which was a positive mark.
Just another old, abandoned building that could be refurbished for safe human use again.
Another work day of taking out curses, which were of no real weight in existence.
He huffed.
Paused and cracked his knuckles with barely a wince when the pressure of writing pulled at his joints.
It was getting late and all Nanami truly desired was to eat the extra leftovers in his fridge, enjoy a nice cold beer, and watch the next episode of Great British Baking Show while he lounged in his living room until an early bed time. He might even be adventurous and try reading a chapter or two of the current novel he had been soaking in when he knew he’d be awake and alert enough to enjoy it.
Simple pleasures, although mundane, were best afforded when he knew his work day was complete and there would be nothing lingering for him the following day.
Nothing to occupy his thoughts when he went to bed, or itch in the back of his mind like unfinished business was prone to do.
The clock was ticking, and with almost half an hour left, Nanami felt confident in his planned evening.
Another Wednesday in the books, where nothing of interest would deter him.
Or so he thought.
“So…” Gojo leaned against his office doorway, smiled wide, “-did ya get my note?”
When had he-?
Nanami frowned. He had a deadline.
Had been content with no distractions.
Gojo had a way of honing in on what little positive energy Nanami had, and attaching himself like a parasite until he was full.
“I’m still on the clock.” Nanmi barely regarded him. Living on the same campus as the other sorcerer, he was always on some degree of alert for when the older man would appear.
After the (terrible drawn) phallus note, it was really just a matter of time.
As it always was.
“I can make this worth your time.” Gojo promised crudely. He closed the door behind him with a loud click and approached Nanami easily.
Swaggered, more like. Cocky shit.
Nanami tried his first line of defense: ignoring him.
Undeterred by the stoic dismissal, Gojo slid his hand across the breadth of Nanami’s shoulders, which were unencumbered by his blazer. He straightened out the wrinkles worn in from exhaustive work and massaged at the other sorcerer’s shoulders.
Nanami inwardly fumed.
He also hated how well Gojo wielded his hands on him.
“You came here under the pretense that I would drop my work and choose to entertain you instead?” Nanami frowned. “I don’t reward arrogance, Gojo."
“Mmm, it’s just...its been a while- And I figured you’d be done by now, Nanamin. I mean they gave you such an easy assignment today. Nothing a grade one sorcerer like yourself couldn’t handle without so much as a scratch.” He looked down at Nanami’s bruised knuckles.
Nanami clenched his fist.
The praise, laced in with the clear goading twisted Nanami’s lips into a tight line.
“I’m not interested in whatever it is you came here to do.” Nanami replied. He knew better than to rise to Gojo’s bait. He continued to write. “I already have plans for the evening.”
They’d been playing this game for years, it seemed.
Gojo pushed and prodded, until he could find a roundabout avenue in achieving Nanami’s attention. Even if he wasn’t Nanami’s sole focus, he wanted an ounce. A small taste. Anything.
Gojo liked that Nanami never took any of his shit.
So when he needed to get out of his head, when he needed a reliable partner to push him away and knock him down a few pegs, he had his reliable source. He sought after what Nanami could do with his body, his mind.
Nanami knew his role and was comfortable with the option of addressing Gojo’s behavior and clear come-ons however he pleased.
Gojo hovered. His hand snaked down Nanami’s chest. Pulled at his tie mildly, trying to nose around what he could get by with.
“You’re especially needy tonight.” Nanami ascertained. “How sad that you feel the need to come to me, when you have plenty of those dating apps you could be wasting your time with instead.”
“I know you’re a sure thing, Nanamin.” His confident hand glided further down, past the shine of his belt buckle, to cup his soft cock through the fabric.
Nanami paused.
The arrogance was never a turn on for him. For all the power Gojo possessed and Nanami respected, he was still put off by the entitled attitude and Gojo’s regard for zero boundaries in their...professional and unprofessional relationship.
“Did something go wrong for you today?” Nanami asked mildly. “Is that why you’re making an effort in irritating me out of my work, so that I’ll get upset and ‘punish’ you how you need to be punished? To get pushed out of your own thick head?”
Gojo huffed. He kneaded at Nanami’s dick, trying to elicit a different response. A bodily one, since talking wasn’t much their thing.
“Your crude little love note didn’t impress me.” Nanami set down his pen with a frown. He glanced over to the clock, sighed. “It was infantile.”
“I thought it got my point across very clearly.”
He would not be rid of Gojo easy tonight, but Nanami was a creative strategist. There were other ways of keeping Gojo busy that wouldn’t require much effort on his part.
Two birds, one stone.
“Fine.” Nanami brushed Gojo’s hand aside. The older man grinned, nipped at his clothed shoulder and took a step back. Nanami turned his head to look at him and adjusted his tie. “Clothes stay on.”
“Ooo, kinky.” Gojo waggled his eyebrows.
“You keep your hands to yourself. No getting off, unless I give you permission.”
“Ahh, but Nanamin-” Gojo licked his lips devilishly. “I opened myself up for you. I thought you’d like to just slide right on in; bend me over this lovely desk of yours and go to town. It’s been weeks, baby, and you’ve been working so much overtime. Thought I’d do something nice for you.”
“You mean you prepped yourself just to get screwed like a cheap ride, and sent home on your merry way.” Nanami corrected.
Gojo sputtered for half a second. “I did it for you! For us!”
“For yourself.”
The older sorcerer made a show, as if he were truly affronted.
Nanami frowned at him. “Are you going to follow the rules, or are you going to waste more of my time?”
“So I will get to ride the Nanamin express?”
Nanami undid his tie.
Gojo watched this movement very, very closely. He zeroed in on the way Nanami held the expensive fabric in his hands studiously. How he wrapped it between two palms, along long fingers, and held the fabric tightly in the middle. “Behave first, and I’ll consider it.”
Gojo’s amused smile widened. “Now we’re talkin.”
He approached him cockily, and all Nanami felt stirring in his gut was the longing to put the insufferable, know-it-all flirt back in his place. Even if it were only for a while, for Gojo could be good and compliant when he was desperate for something, it was enough to satisfy Nanami’s need to observe his superior in a way he suspected no one else did.
Undone. Talked down to. Bossed around.
Gojo came to him specifically when he needed something unconventional.
And Nanami was very good at getting the job done.
Nanami eyed over Gojo’s proud form as he stood from his office chair. “Hands behind your back. Clothing, on. Eye mask, on.”
Gojo licked his lips. He towered over Nanami just a few inches, but Nanami’s grace and practiced ease demanded all of the attention in the room. Here, they were in Nanami’s domain, on his time, and he would be hard pressed to give into any of Gojo’s haughty requests so quickly.
Perhaps Gojo was learning, when he didn’t object.
He relaxed into the brush of their warm hands.
Leaned into him.
“Colors?” Nanami questioned while he began to tie Gojo’s wrists behind his back. Elegant, tightly spun knots he had mastered without a glance, though he did look down, if only to admire his own handiwork. Gojo’s pale skin looked delicious in silk spun maroon.
Gojo listed the colors, their meaning- red (stop), yellow(slow down, pause), green (yes, please)-and added, for his own cheeky impatience, “And the safe-word is brioche.”
Nanami gave him a firm smack to his ass without warning. The sound echoed in the office and caught Gojo well off his guard when his whole body locked up into the sudden pain.
Not hard enough to bruise, but it stung, and Gojo moaned into it with a wiggle of his hips when Nanami kneaded the globe of his ass with his full hand. “I didn't ask you about the safe-word yet.”
“But you were going to!”
Another smack. Gojo grit his teeth and shuddered.
Cracks within the porcelain.
Nanami sighed. “Are you going to be a disrespectful brat, Gojo? You’re already on thin ice, and you’re wasting my time. I am being generous with you.”
“I’ll be good.” Gojo promised, which was a bold faced lie, Nanami knew. “Please.”
“Let’s try this again.” Nanami instructed. He pulled at the binding on Gojo’s wrists. The fabric didn’t give. “Colors?”
Gojo swayed with anticipation. The restraints always made him hotter for it.
This time, he listed the colors correctly.
Nanami nodded. Progress. “Good. And the safe-word?”
“Brioche.”
“That’s better.” Nanami rewarded him with a rare, tender touch. He slid his thumb across Gojo’s lower lip, teasing him with the taste of skin. He felt over the supple warmth of Gojo’s lips, as if he were looking over a fine sculpture to appreciate its definition and mastery.
Because Gojo was beautiful, when he was molded and given firm discipline under Nanami’s care.
It’s why the older sorcerer always came back for more.
Why Gojo pushed his luck and wheedled under Nanami’s skin.
Why Nanami, despite himself, gave in just a little.
“Please.” Gojo opened his mouth. “Let me suck your cock. Let me get your dick so nice and wet for you to fuck me with, Nanamin.”
“Don’t be crude.” Nanami pulled his hand away from Gojo’s touch and shoved him purposefully at the shoulders. “On your knees.”
Gojo went down gracefully.
Of course he didn’t need to be asked twice for that.
Even through the black fabric covering his eyes, Nanami could feel the intensity of his lustful gaze. His erection strained obviously against his pants in the crouched position; it looked uncomfortable, Nanami concluded.
Good.
“I did not appreciate your note.” Nanami placed his hands on his hips. Gojo watched them earnestly. “You need to learn to ask for one’s time and attention more appropriately.”
“But you got the gist of my note, didn’t you?” Gojo smiled, unfazed. “I thought my urgent message to you was best conveyed through my artistry.”
“It did. Very poorly.” Nanami undid his belt buckle languidly. Took pleasure in the way Gojo’s attention was suddenly fixated on his deft, practiced fingers while he undid the metal clasp.
Slid the leather front from the fixing.
Revealed the button of his tan trousers.
“Yes.” Gojo keened, “Let me-”
“You haven't earned it yet.” Nanami chided. “Now, I need to finish some paperwork and you are going to learn your proper place before I even entertain the notion of giving you what you want.”
“That fat cock-”
Nanami backhanded him clear across the cheek. Gojo nearly lost his balance when he careened to the left with the malicious force. He inhaled shakily, mouth hanging open.
Thoughts, interrupted. A reset.
“I have no use for your words, but I will use your mouth.” Nanami took another step closer. Gojo’s erection was just visible in the low light of the room. He pressed his expensive brown leather, cap-toe oxford just against his erection and pressed down.
Gojo’s mouth hung open and quivered in the effort not to speak. A wounded noise, instinctual but desperate floated up and was pulled from the back of his mouth. His hips pressed up into the pressure, near pain, wanting more, whatever Nanami would give him.
Gojo wanted to surrender that control, but Nanami could see he struggled with his own test of wills and the need to be perfect and above anyone and everything else.
Nanami enjoyed watching the struggle, just as much as he spat on his pride.
He steadied the pressure, then applied it again just to see him squirm.
“Color?”
“So fucking green, god dammit, Nanamin- wish you’d-”
He held up his hand in warning. Gojo stopped.
“What you want is not important right now. You’ll do well to remember your place if you want to get anything out of this.”
He’d left Gojo unsatisfied and blue balled a few times before.
Took just as much pleasure in that, if not more, from their trysts.
Gojo snapped his mouth shut in frustration.
“Now then.” Nanami glanced at his watch. “I need to finish some paperwork.” He walked around Gojo towards his large dark wood desk.
Took a seat, frustratingly slow, and clicked his pen.
When they had first started doing this, Gojo used to sass and bait him into arguments and a quick reaction with his silver tongue and circumventing ways.
Over time, Nanami had studied him and learned how to mold him, just enough, for them to both get what they wanted out of their- well, whatever it was they were doing.
“Are you seriously going to leave me like this?”
“I’m on the clock, Gojo. There are things more important than you.”
“One report on some abandoned, curse infested building isn’t going to suddenly contribute to any real palpable change.” Gojo snarked back.
Trying to get a rise. Nanami noted.
“My report is due by five. If you can behave yourself, and let me finish everything I need here to my satisfaction, then I might entertain you. If not, then you’ll need to rethink your manners when coming to me.”
“So you want me to just sit here?”
“No, you’re incapable of sitting still unless there is something for you to do.” Nanami popped the button on his slacks. Slid down the zipper audibly. “Come here.”
Gojo went to stand, but Nanami held up his hand and tsked. “On your knees, Gojo.”
He did enjoy watching the overly proud, arrogant sorcerer approach him on his knees, his hands tied behind his back, his dick outlined desperately underneath his black pants.
Gojo clambered over, with some effort, until he was beside him. No doubt a little bit of carpet burn on his knees and shins.
“Good.” Nanami brushed his hand below Gojo’s chin. He titled his head up and rubbed his thumb across that perfectly sculpted jawbone. “Now, let’s keep that mouth of yours busy.”
Gojo watched with quiet, apt attention, when Nanami spread his legs for Gojo to just fit within the outline. His slacks rode up just so, straining at his muscular thighs.
Carefully, he pulled his half-interested cock from the paneling at the front of his boxer briefs. Not even fully hard, he was a good, thick mouthful. Not enough to choke on, but to sit perfect on the tongue.
Gojo licked his lips.
“You’re not going to blow me, understood?”
Gojo didn’t seem thrilled by the furrow of his brow, but he was eager for anything.
He nodded.
“You’re going to keep my cock nice and warm for me with your mouth until I finish my report.” Nanami explained. “You may use your tongue, you may suck only a little, but if you try and get me off, then I will not let you cum. This isn’t about pleasure. I don’t want it.”
“Then what do you want?”
“For you to be quiet.” Nanami replied curtly. “And behave. Prove that you’re worth my time.”
Not everything satisfying in life came from pleasure.
They hadn’t done this particular power play before, but if Gojo’s hardness and fixation to his cock was any indication, he was well on board.
Still, Nanami followed the rules. “If you need a break, tap my arm or my leg in a succession of three.” He showed Gojo with his own hand, replicating the action. “Now, questions? Color?”
“All systems green and go. Ready for launch.” Gojo snickered.
“Then get to it. We’ve already wasted…” Nanami looked at his watch. “Nearly 15 minutes.”
Gojo, who always needed to be told at least twice or more, was eager enough to get to action the first time around. His warm mouth and hot, wet and greedy tongue pressed against Nanami’s half interested cock desperately and engulfed him.
Nanami’s cock sat on top of the special grade sorcerer’s tongue, a pleasant weight within the warmth that pooled around Nanami’s veins with lazy arousal. Nothing he would get fully hard to, since Gojo had clear instructions not to get him off yet, but pleasant. Even better to look at than it felt.
It did feel good, and he indulged the first few moments of feeling with satisfaction, but Nanami’s mind was quickly back to his work.
He twisted his body just a bit, having sat himself comfortably enough in the chair to give Gojo the room to warm his cock while his arms moved past him to write. He found a comfortable position and relaxed into his work mode again.
Nanami had a talent for ignoring his own brutal injuries in battle and filtering out the response to painful sensation. This cultivation and control over pain helped to mold him into a more apt sorcerer. Even bloody and wounded, he could keep his head on straight and get to his tasks with a single minded focus.
He applied that now, while he recalled how the incident earlier in the day had played out.
All while Gojo did his due diligence to breathe through his nose, which was pressed to Nanami’s pubic bone, nuzzled in trim blonde hairs. His warm breath tickled only a little.
Pleasant.
Satisfying.
Gojo was pretty like this.
Perfect, even.
No snide and arrogant words to contaminate his beauty; no jokes or double entendres to take away the weight of what they were doing.
Just perfect heat around his cock, complying.
Gojo listening, but only because he wanted Nanami’s attention and cock more than he wanted to get in the last work or control of the situation.
A special surrender.
It pleased Nanami, enough to warrant his hand to brush through silver-white locks. Gojo moaned around his cock, the vibration of his voice a sweet twitch in his cock while he hummed from the head scratches, the fingers in his hair.
Like an animal; touch starved.
“Just like that, Gojo.”
He wanted to see those mesmerizing, dangerous eyes, but his fingers shied away from the black fabric. He liked him better like this. Less intimate without his unfiltered stare.
Gojo shimmied his hips, readjusted his back, but his mouth stayed on his partner’s cock. His arms were surely getting uncomfortable by now. His fingertips, numb.
Ten minutes passed.
Another ten, and Nanami was hitting his stride, his chest filled in gratified fascination.
Nearly half an hour on the clock and Gojo must’ve been getting tired by now.
Surely.
Nanami held his pen in his other hand and felt the weight of the expert carved wood and metal. “I should keep you like this more often. You’re better like this.”
Gojo’s tongue shifted on the underside of his cock. The head of his member just barely reached the back of his throat, the more he thought about how he enjoyed Gojo’s mouth, the more his pleasure grew and took to his focus.
He was almost finished with his report, but Gojo didn’t need to know that.
“You’re still hard for me, aren’t you?”
Gojo nodded against him. He hollowed his cheeks to keep Nanami’s cock inside.
The pressure was nearly mind numbing.
He pressed his foot a breath’s hair from Gojo’s erection, his heel planted on the ground. “Don’t you want to relieve some of that pressure? Must be getting painful for you.”
Gojo’s blue flamed gaze was fixated up on him. Nanami loved the sharpness of it through the veil of fabric. He took the bait, and rubbed forward, barely getting any pressure at all.
Nanami wasn’t merciful, but he was pleased with the duration of silence, except for the loudness of Gojo’s swallowing around his own saliva, or his scratchy shifting against the carpet floor.
The heaviness of his breath through his nose.
It was an image Nanami would enjoy for years to come.
He hoped there were strained tears in Gojo’s eyes.
“Almost half an hour ago, you strode in here, thinking I would drop everything for you. To worship you, as many fools do.” Nanami berated him, voice calm. “You are a brat, Gojo. A selfish, arrogant brat.”
Gojo moaned around his cock.
Nanami unbuttoned the first three from his business shirt. He continued. “When we do fuck, half the time you are an awful, lazy pillow princess. Always expecting me to do the work with barely a thank you. No regard for appreciation or other’s time.” He loosened his collar. “The other half, you are a demanding, needy egoist.”
He turned back to his report.
Gojo moved his tongue and pulled his head back slowly, his lips wrapped around the circumference of Nanami’s filling cock.
Nanami sighed, exasperated. He took a handful of Gojo’s hair and shoved him back down. “I’m not done yet. Rules, Gojo. They still apply.”
Gojo groaned around his cock. The amount of moisture that had dampened Nanami’s briefs and the opening of his slacks was substantial. All pre-cum and Gojo’s silken saliva.
He didn’t mind.
Nanami liked him better like this. A perfect sleeve for his cock to rest inside.
Yet, time was ticking, and Nanami did want to get home on time to his other plans.
He finished the last sentence of his report, clicked his pen loudly, and set it down neatly on his desk.
Gojo was pressing his clothed erection desperately against his shoe.
Nanami rubbed at his eyes, sighed, and looked down. “You want to get off?”
Gojo nodded immediately.
“Fine. Get me hard and take what you want. I need to leave by five, so get to it.”
A switch went off, and the warm, pliant mouth morphed itself into the eager, cock sucking tightness that Gojo prided himself on when he blew Nanami behind closed doors, or like that one time, in the back of Ijichi’s sedan.
He was good at it, which was aggravating that Gojo had another point of pride under his belt, but Nanami was on the receiving end of his skill-set and would be hard pressed to deny it when he was getting hard under such practiced ministrations.
Gojo didn’t have the use of his hands, but his mouth was quick and demanding. He brought the younger sorcerer to hardness with the bobbing of his head, his lovely lips wrapped around the girth of him obscenely.
Nanami’s stomach sparked, skipped with hot pleasure.
Gojo smirked when he went down on him again, this time pulling the head of Nanami’s cock to the back of his throat. He relaxed into it at the awkward angle and swallowed down, cutting off his own air supply. He choked on his dick and Nanami, despite his typically unwavering control, groaned.
Gojo pulled off with a victorious grin. “Help me up?”
He did.
Nanami hauled him up from his shaky, tingling legs and helped him to unbutton his black pants. He thumbed over the outline of Gojo’s erection before having a small bit of mercy on him. He pulled down his pants and briefs with a mean, quickened grasp.
Gojo gasped when cool air met his bare skin.
“All the way off.” Nanami instructed. His capable hands, though still bruised from his assignment earlier, were gentle as they groped down Gojo’s strong legs to rid him of pants and underwear. Gojo toed off his shoes.
He left the socks on.
Nanami licked his lips when his hands trailed up the soft hairs on Gojo’s legs and gripped his ass roughly. Gojo rolled into the touch playfully.
“Are you still wet for me?”
Gojo’s breath stuttered. He smiled. “How about you taste and see for yourself?”
“Hm, not tonight.”
“Awww, that’s disappointing.”
“As are many things.” Nanami thumbed over Gojo’s cock and cupped it teasingly.
Gojo dropped his head back with a moan while Nanami manhandled the sorcerer around to face his desk, to bend him forward with his ass in the air to admire. Nanami eased down his own slacks and underwear, then sat back down on his sturdy office chair. “C’mon then, I don’t have all day.”
“Fuck, you’re mean.” Gojo grinned wickedly.
“Hope you weren’t lying about being wet. I have no supplies here because I’m not a perverted fiend.”
Like you drifted well enough between them.
“It’s fine. I like the stretch.” Gojo was thankful for the hands that guided his hips down and kept him level.
Nanami did notice that there was a ridiculous amount of wetness there between his cheeks. Clearly lube, though it smelled...grape flavored?
Nanami knew better than to feed into whatever joke the grape flavored lube had behind it, if any. It went out the door when the head of his dick popped through the tight muscle and into Gojo, who slowly eased his way down on his cock. His fingers tickled against Nanami’s front, where Gojo tried to guide his cock inside with all of it’s gooey pornographic wetness and foolhardiness. To feel Nanami’s generous, fat erection as it was engulfed by his hungry, fluttering hole.
The view was…
Well, Nanami could appreciate some things.
Gojo’s bound wrists. His fingers, lewdly spreading himself open for easier access and touching where their bodies met and molded.
He slipped back a bit on the carpet and Nanami’s dick pushed in those last few inches.
“Ah! Yellow.” Gojo exhaled shakily. His abs skittered, his whole body jerked and rolled into the fullness. He chuckled, gut punched. “Oh, forgot how thick you are there; Nanamin express indeed.”
Nanami ignored the joke. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah, just...wow. My eyes are definitely bigger than my assho-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Nanami warned. He eased a hand over Gojo’s front, stilling the taller man enough to allow him to glide into slow rolls of his hips while his hole tightened and adjusted around his cock.
“Green.” Gojo licked his lips. “But y’know, I can’t get much leverage with my hands tied and all- think you could release me?”
A reasonable request. Nanami relented and slid the knots and twists free, with a little difficulty in focusing, while Gojo ground his hips against him and gasped in small, wet groans. Nanami rubbed his fingers over Gojo’s wrists and the slight bruising, which Gojo hissed into when some spots proved to be more tender.
Gojo stretched his hands, took hold up the chair and started to ride him as he wanted, using leverage from the desk in front of them.
The pace was pleasant.
Smooth and fluid.
Gojo snuck one hand between his legs and Nanami slapped it away. “Hands stay off you dick. You come on my cock, or not at all.”
“Ah! Meanie.” Gojo taunted.
“Hands on the desk, where I can see them.”
Gojo did, and Nanami stood from the chair, pulling out while they adjusted to a better position.
The clock read a quarter to five.
Nanami frowned and looked over the other sorcerer, bent forward on his desk, waiting to get pounded. He used both hands to grip in the meat of Gojo’s ass. Admired the strength in those long, perfect legs.
He then kicked Gojo’s feet apart with a tap of his shoe covered foot to each socked ankle.
“Hold on.” was the last warning Gojo got before Nanami bullied his cock back inside and began a callous, precise pounding that had Gojo sucking in his breath and shoving back to meet him.
He really is wet. Nanami thought absently.
If it felt any dirtier than it sounded, then Gojo was probably in pure ecstasy with the hot, steady slide.
The amount of lube Gojo had used created a smooth, wet, tantalizing glide that complimented the tight grip of his hole every time he pulled out and pushed back in. The wetness was nearly distracting, with just how much of it there was, but Gojo’s moans were quickly filling the room.
Indecipherable, gibberish nonsense that Nanami was glad to not understand.
He closed his eyes and set a grueling pace. His hands dug into the meat of Gojo’s hips, the toned muscles there, and bruised the paleness of it with the relentless force he exacted to pull him down on his cock and mold him into the content, pleasured wailing mess beneath him.
Nanami did like to open his eyes and watch the sweat gather at Gojo’s lower back. To see his ass bounce against his upper thigh when he slammed down to get more, baby, please, I fuckin-
“Ah!” Gojo’s legs were shaking with the effort to keep up with Nanami’s pace. “Yeah, just like that-”
Nanami changed the rhythm on purpose, barring Gojo's efforts to cum, and Gojo howled in indignation.
A flit of a smile twitched his lips.
He slowed down his pace, enjoyed the slow slide of his cock in and out while Gojo called what was probably every name under the sun for his cruelty.
When he picked up the pace again, Gojo was eager to put his all in riding his cock from where he was bent before him. He used his leg muscles to balance himself from falling over, and to shove back to loud, skin slapping thrusts that were unmistakable to any poor soul who might’ve been walking down the corridor outside.
Gojo was loud, but Nanami didn’t mind this time around.
He pulled Gojo’s long shirt down forcefully, purposefully, over his cock. He gripped the sorcerer's erection through the fabric, “Don’t cum on my desk, Gojo.”
“Fuck! Nanamin!”
Nanami gripped Gojo’s cock through the black fabric roughly and Gojo’s body seized from the staggering, pleasurable sensations; the suddenness of touch to his cock was pure relief, and the mean audacity Nanami had to make him feel like nothing but a tiresome whore-
Gojo ate it all up.
He rolled his hips into it, chasing the after effects while his orgasm soared and crashed him down to another dimension, spilling giddily from his lips with the wrecked havoc on his body.
Nanami grunted into his punishing thrusts to chase after the iron grip tightness shuddering on his cock, milking him for all he was worth and accepting nothing less than the last drop.
He spilled inside of the other sorcerer, his teeth grit and jaw set tight. His orgasm was a hot, sharp electricity that heated him from the nape of his neck, down to his toes, which curled within his oxfords
He kept Gojo’s ass plush against him, his twitching cock reluctant to leave the warmth of the other’s body while he softened and watched Gojo catch his breath. His cock had been so warm for nearly the last hour. First inside Gojo's mouth, then his ass...he would miss it, perhaps a little.
Gojo couldn’t stop smiling in the comedown, completely elated to have been fucked marvelously, thoughtlessly, hard.
He licked his lips, throat hoarse. “Nanamin? One more thing? Please?”
Nanami wiped the sweat from his brow, pleased with his exertion. Not so pleased with the heat and mess between them. On him. “Hm?”
“A kiss?”
Nanami frowned. “No. Your mouth is filthy.”
“Please, baby? I’ve been so good for you.”
“Barely tolerable at best.” Nanami did like the desperation in Gojo’s expression. The arrogance, for now, beaten down into sizzling embers. The cheshire grin erased to spit slick lips that shuddered in breath, waiting for his next move like a wolf eyeing its pack mate for fun.
“You’re a mess.” He scoffed. “Disgusting.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you get off more on belittling me than the actual sex.”
Nanami didn’t say anything.
Which was as much of a ‘yes’ as Gojo would ever get.
He pulled out slowly and tsked at the wreck he had made out of Gojo’s ass.
Even if it was kind of pretty.
“Tighten up. Keep it in you.”
“Seriously?”
“You heard me.”
“Heh, all right. Then do I get a kiss?” Gojo teased. He clenched and turned around to try and steal a peck on the lips. Nanami side stepped it easily while he pulled his underwear and pants back up.
“Get dressed first.”
Gojo did, a little rigidly at first when he bent forward. Nanami remembered how good Gojo had been on his knees for so long, pliant around his cock, so he gestured for Gojo to wait while he gathered the other man's clothing and slowly assisted him in redressing. He was clinical about it, but Gojo was smiling while Nanami helped him pull his pants and briefs back on, mindful of the tenderness of the older sorcerer's bruised ass. Gojo shifted and his face soured at the absolute shambles of a mess he would have to walk home in with soiled clothing and reeking to high heaven of sweat and sex.
Spend in his shirt, his ass filled to the brim and leaking cum and lube.
He loved it.
After Nanami helped him look only mildly presentable, only then did he brush his knuckles over Gojo’s jaw. Thumbed over his lips thoughtfully.
“Ask nicely next time, Gojo. Then you might’ve gotten what you wanted quicker, and I would’ve been more inclined to clean you up.”
Gojo was fixated on the texture of his skin, the gentleness Nanami was capable of. “What if I wanted it just like this?”
“Then you really are a hot mess.” Nanami pulled him in for a loose embrace. Their own particular brand of aftercare that was as intimate as the trust they had between one another. Nanami was a safe place.
He pulled Gojo flush against him, pet through his hair to appreciate the softness of it.
“You’re the worst.” Nanami sighed, but kissed him all the same.
Gojo melted into the heat of him. Nanami’s sarcastic, cynical mouth he liked so much about him. He wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders, his body flush against the other sorcerer’s while they kissed slowly with the kind of patience and easiness that only sated, content bodies that knew each other so well could meld into.
Gojo would always want more of it, and he took and took, up until Nanami’s smart watch beeped at them to the tune of the classical hit '9 to 5.'
Gojo snorted into the kiss.
Nanami pulled away and checked his wrist. He clicked off the alarm. “It’s 5 o’clock.”
“Does this mean we can do after hours session now?” Gojo inquired cheekily. “Go overtime on my ass?”
Nanami raised a brow. “You need a shower.”
Gojo caressed the small droplets of sweat on Nanami’s neck. “You’re not so clean yourself, baby. Shall we save some water and get freshened up together?”
“Your pick-up lines need practice, too.” Nanami patted his ass, a small token of affection, or care, or whatever it was behind it. Nanami didn’t put meaning to it, other than he wanted to; so he did. He would never stop appreciating Gojo's handsome face and tempting form. “Do those even work for you?”
“You’d be surprised.” Gojo licked off the remaining moisture from his lips.
Nanami grabbed his blazer, his ruined tie.
He glanced down at his report, considering his next steps.
Gojo looked around the office and pocketed his hands with the awkwardness that the afterwards of their hook ups always brought. “You sure you don’t want to come back to my place? My shower is bigger than yours, and I’ve got some fun shower attachments.”
“I have plans.” Nanami declined.
Until the next wildly inappropriate little love note, I’m sure.
Gojo smiled easily. “Okay. Well, until next time, Nanamin.”
"Of course." The other sorcerer nodded. “Good night, Gojo.”
He left without so much as a hitch to his step, as if Nanami hadn’t just been inside him, driving him nearly insane just minutes before.
Gojo strolled about like he owned the place which, in many ways, Gojo basically held dominion over any place he walked into. Nanami wondered what such a carefree, self-assured life would be like.
He cleaned up his desk, wiped off his chair.
Pushed his chair in.
Tidied the area as if nothing had ever happened.
He left a few minutes after five and thumbed at the red crumpled tie in his pocket on his walk across the courtyard, towards his home. He reflected on their encounter thoughtfully, curiously.
How two unlikely sorcerers had found such a way to blow off steam.
Why Gojo came to him, of all people.
And continued to come back, time and time again, when Gojo could have nearly any person he desired.
Nanami abjectly thought about it. Lingered on it when he hung his jacket over the back of a chair.
When he showered.
When he settled down in his warm lounge clothes, a cold glass of beer in one hand and a plate with heated up leftovers in the other.
Perhaps he should’ve taken Gojo up on his offer?
He chewed over the information with a frown.
Well.
He brought to mind the wrinkled maroon tie in his blazer pocket. How it faintly smelled of his cologne and of Gojo's masculine sweat.
He thought of it stuffed in the other sorcerer's mouth. How pretty Gojo would look with wet, gagged, spit slick pink lips struggling around the dampened red fabric, unable to get his words out while Nanami looked on.
He took a long sip of his beer.
Maybe.