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Gojo held the cup up to his nose and inhaled. Strong herbal notes hit him from the residue in the cup, some of which he could barely place. He turned to Nanami.
“You drank all of it?”
Nanami nodded from where he was sitting on the couch, his eyes obscured by a towel on his forehead to soak up the sweat. Gojo laughed in disbelief as he looked at the cup, eyes gleefully returning to Nanami who was sweating more and more by the second.
“Some random village doctor gave you a bag of dried stuff, and you just took it without questioning anything?”
Nanami muttered back a reply, voice strained.
“Thought it was tea.”
Gojo put the cup down and perched himself on the coffee table in front of Nanami’s struggling form.
“Stranger danger, Nanami. Ever heard of it?”
Nanami didn’t reply. The stuff must’ve really got to him.
Gojo leaned forward, lifting his blindfold slightly as he lowered his head to peer under the towel.
“Shoko refused to tell me what you drank because of patient confidentiality, but,” he said and tapped two fingers against his temple, “I already got a clue. From what I can sense, you, my friend, have drunk one of the strongest aphrodisiacs known to man, and oh boy is it doing its job.”
Nanami swore and threw the towel aside, a wet slap as it hit the floor. Gojo took a good look at him; Nanami’s pupils were blown wide and his cheeks were flaming, his tie loosened with the top shirt buttons undone, and a sheen of sweat covering every inch of exposed skin. Gojo didn’t say it aloud, but he thought Nanami looked good like this.
Nanami huffed when he saw, or rather felt, Gojo staring.
“You’re enjoying this, Gojo.”
Gojo smiled.
“And? I’ve never seen you like this before, got to enjoy it while I can.”
Nanami yanked the blindfold off of Gojo and wiped his face with it, ignoring any protests and insults thrown his way. He held out the soaked blindfold to Gojo, tossing it next to the towel when Gojo stuck his tongue out at him in response.
“So, did Shoko tell you when it would wear off?”
Nanami held up two fingers.
“Two hours?”
Nanami shook his head.
"Two days?”
Gojo chuckled as Nanami nodded painfully.
“Well, hope you enjoy it. If it’s any consolation, it won’t get any worse than this from what I can see.”
As Gojo rose from the table, Nanami sat up to grab his wrist, fingers gripping hard around the sleeve. Gojo looked down at him, eyebrows raised.
“Please, Gojo.”
Nanami’s shirt was completely soaked through now, clinging to each angle and curve on his upper body. This was really taking a toll on him.
“Sorry, but it’s already in your system. All you can do is wait it out, or-”
“Or what?” Nanami interrupted.
“Well,” Gojo shrugged, “it’s an aphrodisiac. Jerk off or something.”
Nanami looked away sheepishly as he replied.
“Didn’t help.”
Gojo smirked.
“How many times?”
Nanami released his grip on Gojo’s wrist, reclining back into the couch.
“Oh Nanami, you naughty man.”
Gojo crouched down in front of the couch, putting himself in Nanami’s view.
“Did you do it in Ijichi’s car?” he asked gleefully.
Still no reply. Gojo went on.
“What was it that got you? The speed bumps? The breeze from the AC? Seeing Ijichi grab the gear stick, wishing it was your di-“
Nanami swung his arm at Gojo’s head. Gojo grabbed it and pinned it against his back in a swift move, restraining him. Nanami let out a loud groan and Gojo released his grip instantly, furrowing his brows.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Nanami put his face in his hands, his reply muffled.
“Didn’t hurt.”
Gojo blinked.
“Oh.”
Gojo put his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels, thinking his words over before breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“I should probably leave you alone.”
Nanami shook his head, to which Gojo sighed.
“Use your words, Nanami.”
Nanami ran his hand through his hair, pushing any sweaty strands back. He appeared to be in deep thought for a moment before he looked over to Gojo, a determined look on his face as he spoke.
“Fuck me.”
Gojo stood quiet. Had this been another on any other occasion, he would have been in Nanami’s lap in a heartbeat, rejoicing. But he stayed glued to the spot. Hesitant.
“Nanami, that’s the drink talking.”
Nanami strained as he went to stand up, his breathing shallow.
“It's not. Waiting this out would be inconvenient, yes, but not impossible.”
Gojo looked at him, his scrutinizing stare sending shivers down Nanami’s spine.
“What if I don’t want to?”
Nanami scoffed.
“Do not play coy with me now, Gojo. Even an idiot would know where your eyes are looking under that blindfold whenever I bend over.”
Gojo laughed, putting his hands up.
“Alright, you got me.”
The office around them disappeared, a gust of air hitting Nanami as they dropped into Gojo’s living room.
“Welcome to casa de Satoru! To your right, we have the master bedroo-“
Gojo was cut off by Nanami’s hungry hands grabbing and tugging at the fabric of his clothes, impatiently leading them to the bedroom. Gojo made a surprised noise, not expecting his coworker to be this hands-on.
Once in the bedroom, Gojo began to speak again, but Nanami was focused on getting undressed, peeling off his soaked shirt and working on the buttons of his teal oxford. His tie halfway over his head, he paused to look at Gojo, who in turn was watching Nanami with a vacant expression. Nanami’s eyebrows raised in impatience.
“Clothes off, Gojo.”
Gojo’s eyes stayed trained on Nanami as he unbuttoned his own shirt. Everything from Nanami’s forearms to his calves was glistening from sweat, his hair was disheveled, and the blush on his cheeks had spread down to his collarbones.
Nanami paused in front of him, hand resting on the waistband of his own briefs.
“Well?”
Gojo smirked as he quickly got out of his clothes, watching intently as Nanami bent over to get out of his underwear.
As soon as Gojo stepped out of his boxers, Nanami pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. Gojo stared down at Nanami’s cock - swollen, unmissable - and bit his bottom lip.
“You know, maybe I should write a thank-you note to that witch doctor. Ask for the recipe.”
Nanami grabbed Gojo by the chin and tilted his head up, his lips tracing the other’s as he quipped back, “shut up, Satoru.”
Gojo let out a low groan as Nanami’s lips covered his, tasting the bitterness of the aphrodisiac which still lingered on his tongue. Nanami started to move his hips, pushing his ass down against Gojo’s cock as it swelled. Blood rushed south to Gojo’s gut, leaving him dizzy.
Gojo’s lips caught and dragged down the skin of Nanami’s throat, picking up the salt and musk of his sweat. Nanami’s voice quivered as he spoke.
“Lube?”
Gojo reached for his nightstand, focus still on Nanami’s throat, hand rummaging around blindly. He tossed a condom onto the bed and placed the bottle in Nanami’s hand, watching as Nanami squirted a liberal amount onto his own fingers and reached down between them.
Gojo let his head fall back as Nanami grabbed him, slick hand working his cock. Gojo stroked his hands down Nanami’s back, teeth grazing over chest, tongue laving over nipple, breath cooling in its wake.
Nanami let out a whine and reached behind himself, his hand halting as Gojo whispered into his chest.
“Let me.”
Nanami grabbed onto Gojo’s shoulders as a slicked finger massaged against him, gently working in, followed by another. Gojo twisted his wrist, kissing Nanami’s throat as he inserted a third.
Huffing, Nanami lifted his hips and fucked down on Gojo’s fingers. Gojo let out a soft chuckle at his impatience and positioned himself better, removing his hand to roll on the condom. He looked up at Nanami who nodded fast at the silent question, drops of sweat falling from his chin.
Handling himself, he dragged his cock against Nanami, letting it catch once, twice; Nanami slowly opened his eyes with a glare as if to tell him off for teasing. Gojo pushed in, agonizingly slow, eyes closed, and let out a guttural noise.
Nanami gripped the headboard as he pushed down, helping Gojo bottom out. Gojo watched with a hungry curiosity as Nanami arched his back in satisfaction, hands working themselves down Nanami’s sides, coming to rest on his hips.
“You good?”
Nanami rolled his hips in answer. Gojo smirked, muttering a control-freak under his breath. Nanami slowly rose and pushed back down, mouth a tight line, clearly desperate not to give Gojo the satisfaction of being loud. He worked himself up to a rhythm, moving on top of Gojo faster until his pace became desperate and unrefined.
Gojo grabbed Nanami’s waist, forcing him to stop.
“Easy, Kento.”
Fingers digging into firm flesh, Gojo held Nanami’s wrists together behind his back, fixing him in place as he moved his own erratic hips, fucking up into him. Nanami let out a string of breathy grunts, punctuated by the occasional whine when Gojo angled just right.
Gojo stopped to grab Nanami’s cock, flesh hot against Gojo’s palm, and jerked him off. Eyes closed, neck exposed, and mouth gaping, Nanami came over the both of them, his hips twitching into Gojo’s grip.
Gojo sat up and held Nanami’s flushed and spent body in his arms, flipping them over. Nanami wrapped his legs around Gojo whose hips were colliding audibly against the back of Nanami’s thighs with each thrust as he fucked him hard, chasing the heat curling in his gut.
Gojo leaned down on his elbows, kissing Nanami sloppily, moaning into it as his hips stuttered and stilled.
-
Nanami rose from the bed and grabbed his clothes which were still covered in sweat. The effects of the drink had long since worn off.
Gojo looked up from where he was laying and watched Nanami.
“Want me to toss them into the washing machine?”
Nanami looked over his shoulder and nodded, looking half as brave as he had been an hour ago.
“That would be very kind of you.”
Gojo rolled out of bed and grabbed the clothes from Nanami, grimacing.
“Wow, these really reek.”
He leaned closer to Nanami and sniffed.
“And so do you.”
Before Nanami could snap back, Gojo jerked his head toward the hallway, raising his eyebrows.
“Washing machine is in my bathroom. We could always multi-task, you know.”
Nanami huffed, a soft smile on his face as he placed his hand on Gojo’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
“Sure.”