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Nanami’s phrase of the day, it seems, was the same phrase kindergarten teachers would use to scold a violent pupil. He feels no shock in this being the string of words he repeated for hours on end. Not when the strongest sorcerer of the modern era is infamous for treating him like a stress ball.
Students, staff, and faculty alike see Nanami as the one who managed to “put Gojo on a leash.” In the unfortunate incidents he’s not around to exist wordlessly next to his lover while he rubs him like a scratching post, Gojo takes his frustration out on the undeserving school employees.
The moment his presence is made known, Gojo freezes as if he were literally paused by someone’s remote control. He throws every other item on his mind out a window and rushes to his partner, wrapping him in an inescapable embrace.
“Kento,” he purrs, anger dissipating with each second he holds his lover’s body. “Finally.”
Nanami reddens at the forwardness, yet gently reciprocates the action. “I’m sorry that I’m late, Go-” Right. He’s not used to using his first name in public, even after being together so long. “Satoru,” he quickly corrects himself.
“There you go,” Gojo whispers, gently pulling a corner of his blindfold to wink. “What took you so long?”
“The...” Nanami glances at the silent faculty, who shake their heads and wave, wordlessly assuring him that they don’t mind. “The students’ mission ran longer than expected. Itadori, specifically, made great strides in… in the… are you listening?”
Gojo’s covered eyes do nothing to hide where they’re staring. His hands trail downward and cease in an area that mustn't be focused on in public. “Hm?”
“Satoru…” Nanami warns quietly. “You don’t think you should move those hands somewhere else?”
“What does it matter? It’s not like the others mind.” Gojo whips his head around to the group, who all either look away or shake their heads in dismissance again. Gojo turns back to his lover with a grin. “See? I can do anything I want to you.”
“Well, anything- hey!” Nanami interrupts himself when Gojo gives his backside a squeeze, not made any better by the patting that follows it. “Satoru, could we sit down now? And you, keep your hands to yourself?”
He doesn’t need to see his lover’s eyes to know they’re being rolled in annoyance. Despite clearly not understanding Nanami’s humiliation, he takes his seat and removes his uniform coat (He wasn’t even in full uniform?) from the chair beside his.
Ijichi and several others rise from the conference table immediately after Gojo’s content lazy smile stretched across his lips. The safest time to recite reports with the lowest risk of being slapped across the face was while he was happy, which Ijichi knew better than anyone. He grins to himself as other staff members back down, accepting their defeat in being fast enough to report in the golden hour.
Gojo’s lack of annoyance, despite horrible numbers being reported, is due to the fact he’s not even listening. He’s much too fixated on his partner’s recent return, caring more about giving him a very warm welcome. One palm ducks underneath the table and grips Nanami’s thigh, slowly squeezing and releasing. Nanami remains focused on Ijichi’s charts, only reacting with a slow exhale through his nose.
It isn’t until Gojo pushes his luck that Nanami actually responds. His head sharply turns towards his partner in disbelief as Gojo continues his nonsense. “What on Earth are you doing?” He whispers.
Gojo’s face is angled to the front of the room, yet Nanami is certain those crystalline eyes are planted on him only. With a seemingly practiced air of nonchalance, he thumbs at his waistband and slips his fingers past his pants.
“Satoru,” Nanami begins, “pay attention. Hands to yourself.”
“Shh… nobody will notice if we stay quiet like this,” Gojo assures. “I wanted to see you before I could get here, but I couldn’t.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to— hmm.” Nanami’s face heats up. “S- Satoru, please...” he begs, losing his composure. “Not right now.” One of his hands leaves the desk to clasp Gojo’s. “Not here. Please? Hands to yourself.”
Gojo exhales a puff of air and reluctantly cedes his actions. Nanami swears he can hear unsatisfied grumbling, but the other man’s lips are closed for the remainder of the meeting. However, he continues to grope his thigh and graze his fingers across a workplace-inappropriate area, despite Nanami quietly reiterating his phrase of the day every time Gojo’s finger pads press against his crotch.
Nanami almost whoops with joy when the congregation is adjourned. It felt, to him, like the longest staff meeting in history. He attempts to exit the room with both swiftness and composure, but is pulled to the back of the pack by his lover. “What are...?” Nanami uses his head to gesture to the employees bidding farewell.
“Nobody’s here now,”Gojo notes, confirming by watching the last person shut the door. “We’re all alone.”
Nanami’s cheeks darken as he shakes his head and turns on a heel to the door. “I told you, I don’t want to do it in a conference room, Satoru. You can’t wait thirty minutes to get home?”
“We don’t have to do it in the conference room...”
“Where are you going with this...?” Nanami questions warily.
Gojo bites back a grin and pulls his lover past the door and into the vacant hallway. “Right here.”
“Are you kidding me?” Nanami isn’t even allowed to continue his protest before he’s pressed up against the wall by Gojo’s own body. The first thing the teacher’s hands catch onto is his ass, firmly squeezing with a low, satisfied hum. “Satoru, we can’t-”
“We can do whatever we want. I promise nobody will know.” Gojo leans in to kiss the back of Nanami’s neck, hands rising from his butt to undo his suit jacket. “Been thinking about touching you all day...”
“Satoru, please. You can’t keep your hands to yourself for half an hour until we— hah— un- until we get back to our bed?”
“I haven’t seen you all day,” Gojo laments against the other man’s nape. “I can’t wait one more second.” One hand goes to loosen Nanami’s tie, while the other pulls him back by the waist, forcing his ass to press up against his clothed bulge. “You can feel it, can’t you?” He grins at Nanami’s wordless reply; a shaky exhale, only barely hiding the soft moan underneath it. “You really want to keep me waiting for thirty more minutes?”
Nanami adjusts his glasses before turning his head. “No. Leave the car,” he demands. “We’ll come back for it in an hour. Take us home right now, Gojo-san.”
Gojo feels his heart sink and his lower half soften. In the same second, he teleports the both of them to their shared bedroom. “Kento? I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He yelps as he’s pushed onto the mattress, sitting up to watch Nanami partly undress himself in earnest. He makes a confused noise as Nanami removes his glasses and snaps Gojo’s blindfold off. “Wait, you’re... no!”
“Fucking unbelieveable,” Nanami mutters, ignoring all “wait” and “no” interjections as he brandishes Gojo’s least favorite item they keep in their side drawer. “Spend the whole damn meeting feeling me up and going in my pants; you’re insatiable. Maybe now you’ll learn how to keep your hands to yourself, won’t you?” He climbs onto the bed and crawls past his sniveling partner to fasten his arms to their bed frame.
Gojo throws his head back and cries out. “Kento- baby- please, I’m sorry. I don’t want to be tied up, I- I want to touch you so badly. Please?” He can’t even feel aroused as Nanami peels off his pants and stares at Gojo’s soft cock as if he wants to devour it.
“I think you’ve touched me enough for now, don’t you? You’ve been touching me for hours. If tying your wrists to the bed is the only way to keep you under control, so be it.”
“No, no...” Tears already start to fill Gojo’s eyes, which he blinks away. It looks like diamond rain. “Please, no. I’m sorry... I love you. Please let me touch you?”
“Keep your hands bound by those ropes. I know you can break free whenever you want. But you won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know.”
Gojo scoffs. “I can rip my hands free right now.”
“But you won’t. You know why you’re being punished. And you’re going to listen to me.”
Gojo’s shoulders sag in defeat. He could untie himself with very little overhead, flip both his and Nanami’s bodies, and press him into the mattress while he fucked him like an animal. But when his favorite pair of eyes on the planet bore a searing heat into his own, it pains him. All he can do is cry and beg for a never-received mercy. “I swear I’ll listen, but can I please at least hold your hips while you ride me?”
Nanami can’t hide his evil smile. He almost laughs right in Gojo’s face. “This is a punishment. The only thing you’ll be able to do is come— and stare at the ceiling while you’re coming, I suppose.”
“Wh- you’re not even going to look in my direction?”
“Not if I can do anything about it,” Nanami responds, adjusting Gojo’s blindfold over his own eyes.
Gojo feels like crying all over again. His favorite eyes on the planet are hidden. That stupid blindfold, covering almost half of his lover’s face as he bends down to take in his quarter-chub. “You’re seriously mad? Baby, I didn’t mean to— hah!” Gojo’s hips jut upwards as Nanami’s slow, wet rise and fall of his head shift to a deep, sucking pressure. “Fuck... please.”
Gojo absolutely adores the feeling of Nanami on his cock, no matter the position or way he’s being taken in. If the reminder this was a punishment wasn’t literally hanging over his head, he’d have come in his mouth by now, holding his chin and tilting him back to help him swallow every drop. Instead, he can only whine to no avail, his scrambled brain unable to certify if his eyes are shut in determination or pathetically staring into his own with arousal. Even if he could tell, he knew Nanami couldn’t see him. He almost yells in frustration. He won’t find release like this; he’s being tortured for Nanami’s own pleasure.
Nanami’s pink tongue hangs out of his mouth when he releases from his partner. Gojo’s cock is almost crying as much as Gojo himself, tip ruddy and pulsing with anticipation. Nanami grins as Gojo’s faint “please” is repeated between sad heaves of air. He lifts a corner of the blindfold up just long enough to scour the drawer one final time. Emerging with a bottle of lube, he pulls back onto the bed, taking a seat on Gojo’s stomach, back facing the bed frame.
“That’s not fair,” Gojo instantly complains when he realizes what’s about to happen. “You- you already have my blindfold on, you’re still going to be turned around?”
“That’s the idea,” Nanami confirms plainly. He’s thankful to be turned around, because he couldn’t hide his amused smile when Gojo cries out again. He flicks off the bottle cap, applying a decent amount of glassy lube into his hand. Gojo makes no sounds of protest as Nanami strokes his hard-on, creating slick noises with his hand as he works to fully coat the entire length. Nanami wills himself not to peek backwards and catch a glimpse of Gojo’s wrecked expression— he doesn’t know what he’d do if he saw Gojo looking at him like that.
Nanami uses his wet hand to grip his lover’s cock, lifting his body to bring the head to his entrance. Nanami can feel Gojo twitching in his hand and against his hole when he gently presses against it, sighing gently. “You ready?”
“I want to look at you.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I want to look at you.”
Nanami rolls his eyes; he shouldn’t have bothered. He slowly lowers himself onto Gojo’s dick, releasing a drawn-out moan of pleasure. “Oh, Satoru...”
Gojo opens his mouth, but only sobs come out of him. “Kento, baby, please turn around. I want to see how good I make you feel, I- I promise I won’t touch you.”
Nanami doesn’t even make an effort to respond, much too focused on gently descending onto Gojo’s cock. Several groans escape his lips as he drops lower, the loudest arriving when he bottoms out— which he fails to cover with his palm in time. He doesn’t bother to rise to the tip before dropping again; he only makes it halfway along Gojo’s length before falling again, leaning every which way to find the spot his partner seems to locate so easily.
“Please, baby?” Gojo tries again. “Please let me help you. I just want to make you feel good, I’m sorry—”
“Be quiet. I’ll get myself there.” Nanami changes course, veering from bouncing his entire body up and down and choosing to lean forward, clutching Gojo’s legs and rising from his backside. He can’t help but wail aloud at the switch in position, which sets the other man off. The two let out synchronized grunts each time their bodies connect with a wet smacking sound. Gojo’s hands spasm and his fingers twitch, but he doesn’t pull his wrists from the restraints, no matter how many times he begs his lover for mercy.
Nanami is fully aware of how much Gojo derives pleasure in taking him apart; forcing him to watch helplessly as he gets himself off without even looking at him is almost villainous. He knows Gojo is furious, yet he’s also being given permission to toy with him like this— he truly could remove himself and take what he wants at any moment. But he holds too much respect for his partner to dominate every turn of their relationship. He knows he needs to learn this lesson, and he’ll take every punishment Nanami doles out.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, Kento, baby, please turn around. Please untie me? I want to see your pretty face, I’m sorry,” Gojo babbles, voice wet from his endless sobbing. “I swear, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. I’ll control myself, I will, I will, just let me touch you now, please?”
“You’ve got some nerve— ah! Asking me to release you when we’ve only just begun. And you also want me to turn around and take off the blindfold after I’ve... ohh... I’ve finally found a comfortable position?” Nanami berates, moaning in between his sentences. “So selfish. If you only ask for one thing, I’ll consider it.”
“You’re making me choose? Please, y- you’re going to break me.”
“You should be lucky you’re getting a choice. Making me stop to do anything when I’m finally starting to warm up is disrespectful. Need I remind you why you’re in this situation in the first place?”
Gojo sniffs. Neither outcome is perfect; he wants to touch his lover and look him in the eye while he does it. But selecting to be quiet after finally being given an option would annoy Nanami even more; he’d likely hop off of his dick and pleasure himself in a separate room, leaving Gojo tied to the bed all night. He hates it when he’s angry at him. “Please turn around. I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t touch you like that in public again, I swear it. Please let me see you.”
“That’s your choice?”
“Yes,” Gojo exasperates, fat tears rolling down his face. “Yes, I’ll be good, I promise, Kento. Will you please let me look at you?”
Nanami makes the mistake of taking his blindfold off as well as turning around. Gojo looks completely destroyed, and they hadn’t even been doing this for long. His cheeks are stained with faint white lines where his tears dried, partly covered by new tears moistening his face again. His eyes and nose match the same red color, bitten lips trembling. He looks as if he were told Nanami had died. Theatrics were always his strong suit. And yet, Nanami sees him as truly broken.
All because of him.
“I’m sorry. I’m—” Gojo gasps for air. “I won’t do it again. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll never touch you like that again, Kento. I mean it.”
If he had been watching Gojo cry this entire time, he’d have come in mere seconds. He should be punishing the man, but he can’t help but lean in to connect their lips. Gojo’s mouth tastes violently of salt as he cries against Nanami’s. “Fuck, Satoru... you’re pathetic.”
“I’m— hic— so sorry,” Gojo mumbles. “I’m so sorry, Kento. I love you.”
“And I you. You know I do.” Nanami holds onto Gojo’s shoulders to maintain stability. He lifts his ass, teasing against the head of Gojo’s cock before dropping down again, sharing a loud moan with his lover. In an attempt to replicate his old position, Nanami leans into Gojo’s personal space, forearms laid flat on the mattress as he repeatedly slaps his ass across the other man’s front.
There’s something about staring their lover in the eyes while they have sex that turns both men insane. Gojo is moments away from coming untouched, while Nanami’s cock spills pre along Gojo’s stomach with every bounce. If Nanami were to untie his partner, he’d lose all control. Gojo swore to never touch him like that in public, but in the safety of their own bedroom, he’d let all his pent-up energy and love loose, bending and grabbing him every which way, slamming deep into his prostate and turning him into something nobody but Gojo will ever see. He would never admit that he wants that at this moment, especially when that rope is the only leverage he has over the special grade. He may be forced to let it out soon, albeit unintentionally on both ends.
“I’m close,” Gojo warns. “Can I hold you?”
Nanami shakes his head. “Not until I come.” He didn’t mean to actually say that. Gojo’s begging must be interfering with his subconscious. He let go of his one hold over the other sooner than he thought.
His lover’s blue eyes practically sparkle at Nanami’s words. “You’ll let me?” His hips buck up at Nanami’s tempo, shoving his cock deeper inside of him without using his hands. “Oh, please, please, Kento, I’m going to— I’m- please... coming!”
Nanami’s cheeks go red as he completely loses his hold. In only one second, Gojo had broken the dam that had just been holding everything back. “I— oh! Oh... Fuck...!” He rests his hands on Gojo’s chest. “Satoru...” He can feel the other man’s cum dripping out of him every time he moves even slightly. “Satoru, w- wait... I’m so...”
Gojo hangs on to every syllable. He’s almost drooling, staring Nanami down like a hunter that’s noticed its prey. There is nothing Nanami can say that would divert his attention from the only thing he desires.
“Just...”
“Yes?”
Nanami audibly swallows. “Be gentle?”
The rope tears into pieces.
Gojo grabs his lover by the back of his neck and pulls him onto his mouth. He smooches Nanami hungrily, using one hand to keep their mouths connected and the other to hold the small of his back.
“Satoru—” Nanami is cut off by another kiss. “I said be gentle!”
“I’m sorry, Kento.” Gojo pulls his lover in for another kiss. “I can’t help myself. I need to hold you.”
Nanami is no longer turned around to hide his smile of anticipation. Gojo repeatedly connects their lips, whether Nanami’s are curved, open, or covered by his fingers in a fruitless attempt to slow him down. Gojo licks his lips as he disconnects the two only to press Nanami’s back into the mattress and separate his thighs.
“Please?” Gojo feels as if he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t fuck him this instant. “Please, please, Kento, baby... may I?”
God, he loves being treated like this. “I’m all yours,” Nanami accepts.
Gojo only has to slide in once before he’s coming again, filling his lover with a second heated load that causes both their backs to arch. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to—”
“Another,” Nanami gasps. “Fuck’s sake, Satoru, put another in me, please.”
Nanami doesn’t need to say another word before Gojo obeys. He’s virtually howling as he pounds into the other man, shifting the mattress forward and backward again from the force. “I love you, I love you, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much,” Gojo chants, leaning in to kiss him as he shoves his cock in and out. The mess of his previous orgasms reveal themselves again, spurting out of Nanami’s hole by the violence and strength of Gojo’s movements.
Nanami keens under the sensation, humiliatingly whining when Gojo’s cockhead presses against his prostate. His fingers frantically try to clasp onto the sheets, the frame, Gojo’s own face. He feels as if he’s going to cry himself. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t pleasure himself with Gojo’s cock the way Gojo does himself. The special grade slides his wet lips across his own, reaching his cheek to pepper him with kisses at the same insane pace of his deep thrusts. “Close... so close already...”
Gojo leaves one of Nanami’s legs hanging across his shoulder and uses the hand to squeeze his throbbing erection, trying to keep touching him and fucking into him at the same tempo. “I love you so much, baby, I’ll be good from now on, I swear.”
“Yes, Satoru... God, so warm... please, don’t stop...!” Nanami fails to muffle his shout as he senses Gojo fill him to the brim.
“I’m sorry,” Gojo repeats. “So sorry.” He doesn’t cease his thrusts, pushing cum deeper into his partner and forcing some to make more of a mess outside of him.
“No, it feels good, sweetness,” Nanami assures, rubbing his tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs.
“I want to keep going,” Gojo murmurs, humming at Nanami’s touch. “I love you.” He gently slows himself to a halt, relinquishing his hold on the other man’s legs and wrapping around his naked body.
“I love you,” Nanami repeats. “Just stay like this. You’ll get your due. I missed you as well, you know.”
Gojo blushes as if this were Nanami’s first time admitting his affection. “Yeah?”
“Just— don’t do that in public. Please?”
Gojo presses his lips to the corner of Nanami’s neck and nods yes. “I swear I won’t do it again. You’re so mean; even if it were for a short moment.”
“I won’t torture you like that again.” Nanami’s eyelids grow heavy as he curls into Gojo’s hug. “Don’t pull out.”
“We have to clean up,” Gojo starts.
“Just a little longer, Satoru.” He glances at a clock mounted to the bedroom wall. “It’s nearly been thirty minutes. We’d still be in the car if we drove back.”
“And you wanted to wait.” Gojo boos.
Nanami chuckles in a low tone. “I see the error of my ways. I’ll let you take us home the moment either of us are aroused from now on.”
“Lucky for us, we’re already here,” Gojo purrs, “because you look so pretty like that, it makes me want to do it again.”
It’s Gojo’s words that make Nanami take note of a full hardness pulsing inside of him. “Already?”
“You’re the one that told me not to pull out...” Gojo pouts, eyes already glossy.
“Don’t try that on me again— hey!” Nanami breaks his train of thought as his legs are lifted up again. He doesn’t even want to believe he’s already erect once more.
Their car isn’t retrieved until the next school morning.