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Nanami found that he missed camping.
Not camping was a test of patience.
He bit down on the scone offered to him, licking Gojo’s fingers clean where they brushed over his lips.
“Is your back alright?” Nanami asked, glancing over his shoulder to try and see Gojo. They were seated on the window nook together, Nanami pressed between Gojo’s legs. It wasn’t an optimal position for eating, but Gojo had insisted.
“The bathrobe is really plush and soft,” he explained, “so it feels pretty nice even if I accidentally lean back.” He reached over to the cart of food, very clearly debating on what he wanted to feed Nanami next.
They had spent the morning and part of the early afternoon fucking and only now stopped to eat something. A meal with sustenance was on neither of their minds though. Nanami didn’t find that he was particularly hungry for anything other than the insufferable man coddling him.
“It would be best to reapply the aloe soon.”
Gojo beamed, plucking a grape from the mixed fruit bowl and pushing it between Nanami’s lips. “Nanamin is so insatiable! Wanna get your hands all over me so soon?” He slid his finger far past what was necessary, tracing the hot curve of Nanami’s tongue. “I don’t mind, but I’ll probably get hard if you do that.”
“Aren’t we here precisely so you can act on being hard?”
“You make it sound like you don’t wanna act on it too!” Gojo complained. He tucked his free hand inside Nanami’s disheveled robes and ran a soothing hand over his stomach. “You don’t let your other clients get away with this much, huh?” It was spoken matter-of-factly. Softly. Earnestly.
Nanami knew he had crossed too many lines for Gojo’s sake. For his own sake. It disturbed him how easily he allowed himself to open up. And yet, he couldn’t stop. The faintest prodding made him fold.
“You’re perfectly aware that I have never treated another client in this way,” Nanami replied evenly, tearing a baked roll in half and feeding it to Gojo. “I do not have sex with regular clients.” He brushed a crumb from Gojo’s mouth, thumb lingering on his cheek. “Nor do I entertain their prying into my work and personal life.”
Gojo swallowed thickly.
Nanami lowered his hand.
“Is that a confession?” Gojo mumbled, catching his hand and kissing each knuckle.
“No. It’s contractual affection.”
Gojo made a pathetic strangled noise. “Mean! You’re being mean, Nanamin!” He gripped him tightly from behind, rubbing his face against Nanami’s thoroughly bruised throat. Nipping over the many marks, Gojo grumbled under his breath.
The hand pressed against Nanami’s abdomen loosened just enough to slide further down. Gojo worried circles into his sore hip while nosing his robe further down. Nanami felt the material slip past his shoulder and cool air curl over his bare skin. Leaning into the touch, he stretched his legs out and arched his back, one arm coming up to stroke Gojo’s hair.
“If I made a confession, would that be a problem?” he pressed the words into Nanami’s shoulder, pausing over a swell of muscle.
“You’re a sexually frustrated single father, Gojo-san,” Nanami replied.
“And?”
Nanami paused, considering what he could say. There were many uncertainties regarding his own feelings, but that wasn’t what they were currently discussing. Ultimately, his increasingly muddled affections had no bearing on their contract.
He was a professional, after all.
“I’m willing to relieve your frustrations outside the parameters of our contract; however, should that prove to be too confusing for you, we should discontinue it immediately.”
Gojo’s hands stilled, mouth frozen over his skin. “There’s nothing confusing about it.”
“There is, if you’re mistaking chemical releases for something else,” Nanami responded. “I’ve heard it’s quite common and it’s precisely why off-contract negotiations are a problem.” He carefully slipped from Gojo’s loosened grip and began righting his robe. “Loneliness makes us cling to kindness. In the worst of situations, they make us confuse warmth for love.”
“So you’re faking everything?” Gojo snorted. “You’re one hell of an actor then, Nanamin.”
He frowned, turning back to glare at Gojo. It was perhaps not the best idea given how startlingly sharp his eyes were. Nanami still found himself troubled when he stared too long into those blues.
“My actions are genuine,” Nanami stated firmly, “as are my intentions to improve your family life. I see your children’s growth, development, and well-being as a priority. What we are discussing at the moment is your inability to see past these things to determine your own emotions.”
Gojo tilted his head, unimpressed. “You think I’m only falling in love with you because of your child-rearing techniques and free sex?”
He scowled.
“A great ass and some child care services don’t make me swoon, Nanami-kun,” Gojo mused. His expression in that moment quickly reminded Nanami that his opponent wasn’t just a rich man.
Gojo Satoru was a young master.
Born into riches and status. Never without fawning servants or admirers. Living in a world with more disingenuine than genuine kindness.
For that sort of man, was it easier or more difficult to discern his true feelings? At the very least, Nanami could admit that Gojo was cautious of being manipulated.
And what if the manipulation is a manipulation of your own heart?
Nanami had no desire to seduce his client in this specific way. Or rather, that’s what he would continue telling himself for the time being.
“But you’re right.”
Nanami stared.
“I’ve never been in love.” Gojo shrugged and laughed. “I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, but if it feels anything like how I feel now, then it’s pretty great.”
“As I said,” Nanami retorted, “you’re confusing these feelings for the relief of no longer raising children alone—”
“—yeah, yeah and I also get to drink your come first thing in the morning. Life is great.” Gojo flashed a cheeky grin that had Nanami’s neck burning. “Fine. Let’s hold off on the love confessions for now.” He waved Nanami closer.
Reluctantly, he approached his client once more.
“The original contract is six months,” Gojo stated, taking Nanami’s hand and pulling him back down on his lap. “And I can extend it to a year or more if I want to.”
“That’s correct.”
“We’re…what? Like two and a half months in now?”
“Approximately.”
“And you’re moving in once we get home from camping.”
Nanami nodded stiffly, wary of being led into a trap.
“Then let’s make a new deal,” Gojo suggested, tidying the folds of Nanami’s robes as if he wasn’t going to tear them off once this discussion was over. The hard length of his cock had settled rather unsubtly between Nanami’s ass cheeks once he took a seat on his lap.
Nanami didn’t respond.
“At the end of the six months, if all these warm and fuzzy feelings for you are gone, then we can just end the whole thing,” Gojo stated, slow and steady and with a smile that left Nanami on edge. “If they’re still there, you have to answer me properly instead of brushing it off again.”
“Six months is hardly enough time—”
“—six months is plenty of time when we’re living together,” Gojo interrupted, hands drifting down to curve around his ass over the robe, “fucking each other,” his lips ghosted along the hollow of Nanami’s throat, “and having babies together.”
“We are not having babies,” Nanami spluttered.
“Oops,” Gojo pressed a soft, teasing kiss to his collarbone, “I meant, raising kids together.”
Nanami gave him a withering glare that was utterly ignored.
“Feelings can grow and die in that amount of time,” Gojo pointed out, “it’s enough time to decide if I hate your habits. Your parenting. Your face. Isn’t that why your company also sets six months as the probation period? There’s a lot you can learn about someone in close quarters in half a year.”
And somehow, Nanami felt like the contract had just betrayed him. Closing his eyes in resignation, he sighed. “Are you truly going to risk a useful child care service just to see if your infatuations are worth pursuing?”
“I’ll figure something out if I’m wrong about us.” He kissed the tip of Nanami’s chin. “But I don’t think I’ll have to do that.”
“Gojo-san.”
Ignoring the warning in Nanami’s voice, Gojo just smiled widely. He kissed the corner of his lips before nipping at his cheek. “I’m looking forward to your loud and embarrassing confession of undying love in three and a half months!”
Nanami pushed his face away, a vein throbbing in his forehead. “Ridiculous.”
“It’s okay!” Gojo laughed as if he wasn’t the exact reason Nanami was fighting a headache. “We’ll both make embarrassing confessions! It’ll be so great! The kids and Suguru can be witnesses. Oh, that kid, Haibara, can be there, too! I definitely want him to—”
Nanami shoved whipped cream covered fingers into Gojo’s mouth.
Even with cream smeared over his cheeks, nose, and mouth, somehow, Gojo managed to make it work. Purring around Nanami’s fingers, he began to lap up all the sweet residue.
“If you were ready for dessert, you could’ve just said so,” Gojo tutted, dragging the flat of his tongue over Nanami’s sticky palm. “You already know I never get tired of sweets, Nanami-kun.”
His eyes widened as Gojo pinned him against the window nook cushions and dragged the cart of food closer.
“I think I have the best dessert laid out right here. What do you think, Nanamin?” He smiled, toying with a bottle of syrup and a bowl of mixed fruits and cream.
“You’ll stain the cushions.”
Gojo hummed. “Only if you squirm.”
Nanami had been scrubbing his sticky chest, arms, and thighs for the last fifteen minutes but somehow still felt residue when he rinsed off. He heard Gojo chuckling behind him but ignored it in favor of giving the hand sprayer and bar soap another go.
“You’re gonna rub away all your skin,” Gojo mused.
“The syrup was a step too far.”
Gojo barked a bright laugh. Splashing water followed him as he came up behind Nanami in the large, private wet room. He curled his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry, I got distracted halfway through licking you clean.”
He had, indeed, gotten distracted. Nanami would admit that he was partially at fault for that. Being licked, sucked, and fondled everywhere had made him lose reason. Being fed fruits while being lazily jerked off had been fine. Even having Gojo eat fruits off his chest and abdomen hadn’t been terribly teasing.
But somewhere between Gojo coating his cock in whipped cream just to suck it off and rubbing his nipples with syrup, Nanami had demanded to be fucked already.
As a result, the high quality syrup had dripped and solidified everywhere. In places he couldn’t even name.
Gojo’s cock stirred where it was nestled against the backs of Nanami’s soapy thighs.
“Does it ever rest?” Nanami snapped.
Gojo lathered more soap between his hands and began massaging Nanami’s stomach and chest, fingers rolling over his nipples. “Not when I have such a nice view. Do you know how distracting it is when you keep bending over to wash yourself?”
“The option to shower separately still stands,” he replied flatly.
“But who would help you clean where you can’t reach?” Gojo pressed his teasing pout into the back of Nanami’s neck. He slipped the hand sprayer out of Nanami’s grasp and adjusted the settings before pressing it against his tender hole.
Nanami sighed, long-suffering.
And despite that, he knew he would let Gojo do whatever humiliating things he had in mind with the sprayer. He also knew he would gladly allow him to continue behaving like an incorrigible brat because there was something infuriatingly charming about it.
It was while bent over the cold vanity some twenty minutes later—still dripping shower water and with Gojo’s lube covered fingers slipping from his ass—that he truly came to terms with how utterly out of his depth he was in this situation. The already familiar stretch of his cock made Nanami sag against the countertop, boneless and pliant for Gojo’s whims.
His chest was still sensitive from previous rounds and from an accidental glance in the mirror, he knew his body was littered in dozens of bites and bruises.
Even with Gojo doing his damndest to fuck him stupid, there was nothing in the world that could prevent Nanami from the primal conclusions laid out before him. Every mark felt territorial. Every touch was heavy. The hands on his hips felt nothing short of being captured and the thick cock punching gasps and grunts out of him was a constant submission.
Whether or not Nanami willfully ignored the signs was a different question.
Gojo grasped his jaw, arching his body back and swallowing every noise he made. “We can’t waste any time.”
“What?” Nanami mumbled, curling damp fingers in Gojo’s still dripping wet hair. The new angle made his vision blur each time he was bounced, knees nearly buckling.
“It’s like…honeymoon practice,” Gojo laughed into their sloppy kiss, tongue dragging along Nanami’s swollen bottom lip. “I need to show you how wonderful it’ll be marrying me for real.”
“That’s—!” he choked on a shout, fist tightening in Gojo’s hair.
A sweet moan slipped from Gojo’s mouth and he nibbled at Nanami’s flushed earlobe. “Mm, there, huh?”
Nanami made to refute him but then Gojo slammed inside again. Hitting the same spots. Grinding over the same nerves. And he lost all sense of logic.
Slumping back against Gojo, he let himself be devoured by the sweetest visions.