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He was smirking.
Nanami knew, somehow, even with his eyes blindfolded. It was annoying how he was always so full of himself.
"How are you feeling, Nanami?"
Compromising and uncomfortable. "Fine."
"Oh?"
Needing. "Hmm."
A fingertip on the top of his dick dragged down lightly to the base. It took all his strength to will his hips still.
"Nanami… it's so wet!" Sounding like a child getting his favorite chocolate ice-cream, Gojo's voice came from the darkness Nanami couldn't see. "I can't believe you like me this much. I'm so happy."
"This is just how—" His voice cut off at the feeling of a hand tugging him. It was starting again. "Ugh."
Up and down. A repeating motion.
His eyes shut tightly under the black cloth.
"Are you close, Nanami? Should I let you come this time?" Gojo asked, almost pretending like his answer would make a difference.
"Yes." He answered, pretending like it would.
Nanami started to see white.
All contact from the hand that was on him left. His toes involuntarily clenched. Nanami felt like crying, or laughing. Too much was happening. Too little was happening. Nothing was in his control.
"Nanami, breathe."
The air he was holding in left his lungs. Nanami didn't even realize he wasn't breathing. "I don't think I can do it."
"Hm, do what?"
"Please stop it now."
"Nanami," He can hear the fake frown from his voice. "I'm not doing anything."
"You know what I mean."
He could feel the other's fingertips on him again, the touch light and teasing. "Oh, but I can't read minds. I reeeeaaally don't know. You have to tell me what you want."
"Gojo-san…" He wasn't sure if Gojo could hear the desperation in his voice.
"You know, couples should communicate. It's what makes or breaks a relationship."
The sound of tappings on liquid is obscene and disgusting. It was all Nanami could focus on.
"I hope you know I'm very willing to give you whatever you want, Nanami. You just need to tell me what it is."
His body twitched.
"Ahhh, it's so bad to see you look so uncomfortable like this. What—"
"Gojo-san, please let me."
Another spurt of fluid ran down his length.
"Let you?"
Nanami wanted to die, figuratively.
"Come."
"Hm?"
"Please let me come, Gojo-san."
Warm hand closed on him tightly and started jerking up and down. Nanami saw white again. His body tensed up.
Release.
Gojo's hand stayed on him this time. Almost comforting.
Nanami was so tired.