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“I’m not asking again.”
Nanami looked up at him, gorgeous as ever with Gojo’s cock pressed against his lips, but it would have been an even nicer sight if he’d actually opened that pretty mouth like Gojo had told him to do three times now.
“Then I guess you won’t get what you want,” Nanami said flatly, careful to lift his head so that Gojo couldn’t just push his cock between his open lips while he spoke.
Gojo sighed dramatically, frowning down at his boyfriend, arms crossed over his chest. This was a bit of a puzzle. He didn’t usually have to repeat himself with Nanami. True to form, Nanami would generally follow rules as long as he considered them sensible and Gojo was very good at getting them both where he wanted, so Nanami would let him have the lead.
Obviously, it wouldn’t have been a problem to force Nanami to comply – that was how Nanami had already ended up with his hands and ankles tied, to limit his ability to constantly wind out of Gojo’s grasp. If he’d wished to do so, Gojo could have crushed Nanami like a songbird’s hollow bone and not broken a sweat. That was true for just about every human on the planet, though, which was why it wasn’t all that exciting to Gojo. He liked it when stern, reasonable Nanami bent to his whims because he wanted to. Moreover, when they did play around with his inhuman strength, Nanami would usually just ask for it directly, and that was fun, too. Gojo could get hard at just the thought of Nanami’s even gaze levelled at him when he would tell Gojo: “Make me.” Nanami had only dated normal humans so far, so Gojo knew for a fact he was the first person who could give him what he wanted without Nanami having to pretend he was weaker than he was.
Gojo considered his obstinate lover, running a rough hand through Nanami’s hair and tugging it, making him lean back his head to meet his gaze. There had been a couple of nights when Nanami had teased Gojo, deliberately misinterpreting sloppy orders, slipping the knots of his ropes if they weren’t done right, kissing and touching Gojo when he’d been told to keep his hands to himself. This didn’t feel playful, though. It wasn’t so much teasing as it was outright provocation.
Well, they had only been together for three months, so of course he wouldn’t know all of Nanami’s tricks yet, Gojo reminded himself as he dragged his thumb over Nanami’s bottom lip, which was pressed into a tight line.
“How do I deal with you?” he said, shaking his head like a disappointed teacher (actually, that was totally what he was, now that he thought about it).
“You don’t know?” Nanami asked caustically, turning his head out of Gojo’s other hand that had dropped down to cup his face. “I thought you said you were more experienced with all this than me.”
Gojo pulled his hair harder, but halted. He had already slapped Nanami around a bit, but that honestly only seemed to feed into his behaviour. Maybe Nanami wanted to be broken down to bits. Gojo could certainly give him that, but looking at the dark shadows under Nanami’s eyes, the tension in his shoulders, he didn’t know if it was a good idea. Gojo did want him to be able to walk tomorrow and if he folded Nanami in half tonight, surely even someone like Nanami would need more than the time between the alarm clock ringing and his first cup of coffee to put himself back together.
“It looks to me like you’re trying to get punished. Considering your behaviour tonight, I don’t see why you should get anything you want, though,” Gojo answered in a sugary voice, easily manhandling Nanami to turn around, throwing him face-first into the pillows, “you brat.”
Nanami snorted, glancing at him over his shoulder. “What did you just call me?”
“You heard me.” Even when Nanami resisted him, Gojo wouldn’t usually have picked that word because Nanami really didn’t give off the vibe. He’d blatantly state what he wanted instead of complaining and lashing out. Tonight was different, though.
“I think you need to cool down a little,” Gojo continued, as he undid the knot at Nanami’s ankles and roughly pushed his legs apart. “Let’s see,” he drew out the last vowel, staring into the air. “I want to have fun after having to wrangle you.” He thought for a moment before he snapped his fingers and grabbed Nanami’s sleek silver watch from the nightstand to check the time. Afterwards, he propped the watch up against a water bottle so he could see its face more easily. “I think I will rim you for every minute that you have acted like a brat tonight. We got to bed at about ten past nine, so that would be twenty-three minutes of you not behaving yourself,” he said.
Nanami made a strangled noise of protest. While he did like being rimmed (though possibly not as much as Gojo liked eating him out because that was a phenomenally high bar to reach), Gojo knew he could never quite get off on it alone. It could turn into an exercise in patience when Gojo was indulging himself, which he absolutely planned on doing.
But since he heard no safeword, Gojo sat down between his knees and leaned down with a grin on his face, parting the halves of Nanami’s ass with his hands. He had a nicely shaped, muscular backside that Gojo loved to grope, which he did liberally as he leaned down to lap over the puckered hole. Since he had ample time, there was no reason to rush himself. He drew teasing patterns with his tongue and sucked at him noisily. There was a salty tang to the taste of Nanami’s skin. If Nanami had kept him on his toes tonight, at least Gojo knew he had also made Nanami sweat, since Nanami had taken a shower right before they went to bed.
The tip of his tongue would briefly breach Nanami’s body until he could feel him tense, then leave him hanging. Gojo turned his head to playfully bite at his ass instead, chuckling at the quiet growls he got in response. Nanami was squirming, but Gojo had him pinned down. His own cock was rock-hard, but in this instance, he could pace himself.
Nanami seemed to have lost that ability. “Can you at least put it in?” he burst out, after – Gojo checked – six minutes.
“I will when I feel like it,” Gojo said before playfully blowing warm air on Nanami’s hole. “Actually, I want my hands free,” he added, as he sat up and undid the rope around Nanami’s wrists. “Why don’t you hold yourself open for me?”
With Nanami’s face already red from arousal and breathing into the pillow, it was fun to see him blushing even more furiously as he turned his head to look at Gojo.
“You want me to put myself in that sort of undignified position?” he grumbled.
“You don’t have to do it, but as long as you don’t, I’m adding all those minutes to your timer,” Gojo said easily, smiling. “You’re really going to be in for some overtime then.”
Nanami exhaled sharply. From his tight expression, Gojo could see he was warring with himself before he finally turned back to the pillow with a sharp, jerking movement, inching up more on his knees so he could better reach his own backside, and did what Gojo had asked of him: head down, ass up, spreading himself for him. Even though he had elected to hide his face in the pillows, Gojo could see how far the blush had crept up the back of his neck. He chuckled, lazily running his gaze over Nanami, taking in the way the muscles in his back bunched together, the tendons in his forearm standing out.
“In case you’re worried, you look great,” he assured him as he sank his fingers into the meat of his thighs, thumbs digging into the crease where his legs connected to his cheeks.
Since Nanami had finally decided to listen, if only under threat of being strung along for even longer, Gojo finally pressed his tongue into him.
He loved being able to feel every twitch of Nanami’s body like this. The position was kind of hard to hold for a long while, which meant there was tension running through Nanami’s muscles that made him all but vibrate whenever Gojo sucked hard or licked deep. On a particularly violent shudder from Nanami, he curiously dipped his fingers lower over his balls and his straining cock, which was dripping with precum. Feeling the damp skin made him breathe out hard against Nanami.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he growled.
“Fuck,” Nanami groaned, deep and low in his throat.
“If you had been good earlier, we would be done earlier,” Gojo reminded him before diving back in, his hand dropping from Nanami’s cock.
The body under him shifted a little and he could hear Nanami more clearly afterwards; he had probably turned his face out of the pillows. The small noises he made were music to Gojo’s ears. They were also gradually changing as Gojo continued eating him out. Where they’d been pressed through clenched teeth before, they became more drawn-out, breathier and soft.
“Gojo...”
The way he said his name was pleading rather than demanding. Gojo was almost tempted to sit up and let Nanami off the hook; it was so rare that he sounded this needy. However, he still had four minutes left and, being a teacher and all, he knew you had to be consistent with your lessons! (It did help that he was also immensely enjoying himself.)
He fucked Nanami with his tongue, feeling his whole body tremble against his lips with the strain of holding himself up while standing up to Gojo’s onslaught. The minutes seemed to creep slower now, but Gojo was rather certain they appeared even longer to Nanami.
When Gojo finally sat up, Nanami did not change positions. The eye Gojo could see was half-lidded, glazed over. There was a damp spot of drool on the pillow under his mouth. He looked up at Gojo, patiently waiting for the next order. Gojo didn’t know if he was more proud or turned on, seeing Nanami fully broken down and under his control.
“Nice job,” he allowed, before he reached over and turned Nanami on his back. “See, it’s so much better if you just listen to me!”
While he spoke, he parted Nanami’s legs again and draped them over his shoulders. There was no chance either of them would last longer than a few minutes at this point. Gojo loved how scandalous it felt that he could sink his cock so easily into Nanami’s body because the way was slicked with Gojo’s own spit.
Nanami moaned, open-mouthed and clearly lost to the moment.
“You can come whenever you want, but you’ll come on my cock alone,” Gojo instructed him.
With a small delay, Nanami gave a nod. Gojo decided to just let loose after that, rocking up into the tight heat of Nanami’s body. Moving wasn’t quite as smooth without real lube, but he liked the tight friction and he knew Nanami enjoyed the painful stretch. If he’d had any doubts about that, one look would have taught him better: Nanami was holding on to Gojo’s arms, panting, desperately pushing up his hips to meet him. His whole body became one taut line when he came. Gojo saw stars as his cock was squeezed by the tight ring of Nanami’s muscles. He barely managed to fuck him through his orgasm before he was spilling himself deep inside of Nanami, as always making sure to sink in all the way before he did. He loved claiming Nanami inside and out.
Gojo collapsed onto him, his head resting on Nanami’s rapidly rising and sinking chest. One advantage of having a buff partner like him was that Gojo didn’t have to worry about crushing him like this. When Gojo had caught his breath, he did check on Nanami, though. He hadn’t moved at all except for his hands falling off of Gojo’s arms onto the mattress and his eyes had slid shut. Even when Gojo pulled out, he barely reacted but for a small sound.
Gojo wiped his come off of him with the shirt he’d discarded earlier this evening and picked Nanami up to place Nanami’s head on his thigh. This was interesting. He’d had other subs completely switch off like this, but never Nanami. Gojo stretched his arms over his head with a yawn and leaned back against the headboard, then dropped a hand to card it through Nanami’s hair. He was cute, all soft and fucked-out like this.
Nanami fully brought himself back to reality a few minutes later. He shook his head like a wet dog as he sat up. Gojo handed him the bottle of water from the bedside table.
“You’ve rejoined the living,” he said, unable and unwilling to pretend he wasn’t smug.
After sucking down a gulp of water, Nanami nodded his head. “That was intense,” he noted.
“You were pretty resistant, so I had to work you over,” Gojo said. “I was right to call you a brat, for the record.”
Nanami remained quiet for a moment. “My apologies. I wasn’t in a good mood. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to do this tonight. I did give you more trouble than we ever discussed as reasonable.”
“Are you in a better mood now?” Gojo asked, still stroking his hair.
“Well... yes.”
“So it worked out. Don’t worry, even when you’re stroppy, I can still handle you easily.”
Nanami gave him an unimpressed look, but if he wanted to comment on Gojo’s bragging, he elected not to do so. After all, Gojo was right (if he said so himself).
“What got you down, anyway?” Gojo asked, his thumb rubbing over his jawline.
“Nothing in particular. I took a lot of extra work because we’re short on grade one sorcerer’s at the moment. Half a dozen of us got hurt in that cursed spirit surge in Kichijoji. That mess is an easy situation to lose sleep over, too. Then you took your first years to Hokkaido for a fortnight...”
Nanami interrupted himself and snapped his mouth shut. Gojo got the distinct feeling he hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, but it was clear he was still a bit frazzled after the high he’d just come down from.
Unfortunately for him, it was too late. Gojo made a sound like he’d seen a small baby animal and closed his arms around Nanami.
“Kento-kun, did you miss me?” he sing-songed, leaning in to kiss him.
Nanami put his hand over Gojo’s face, pushing him away.
“Go wash your mouth before you kiss me,” Nanami muttered.
Gojo laughed and kissed Nanami’s palm instead. “I should think of an excuse to take you next time. Two weeks are pretty long,” he said, tucking Nanami’s head under his chin.
And since Nanami had accidentally showed his hand first, Gojo didn’t have to admit that he’d taken one of Nanami’s shirts to Hokkaido. It had ended up in his luggage by accident, but maybe he had stuffed it under his hotel pillow at some point. So he liked smelling Nanami’s aftershave when he fell asleep, sue him. All that to say, he did get why Nanami might have been a bit more restless after not seeing Gojo for a while.
“They are,” Nanami agreed as he made himself comfortable in Gojo’s embrace.
It wasn’t long until Nanami’s weight grew heavier in his arms and his breathing evened out. Seemed like whatever thoughts had kept him awake lately were exorcised for the moment as long as he was with Gojo. Gojo could really get used to this warm feeling of pride.
He stretched them out on the bed and buried his face in Nanami’s soft blond hair. Yeah, for the next school trip he was definitely going to coincidentally need an ex-salaryman advisor, he decided, as he wrapped himself around Nanami. Life as a jujutsu sorcerer was way too short on average to skip any nights like this.