[ It feels good, it feels so good, and Yuji cannot stop himself from rocking onto Nanami's finger as it presses and curls inside of him. His body isn't shaking as much as it's shivering with pleasure, enjoying the way that the man in front of him stretches him open, prepares him for a cock that he's thought about for far, far too long. All his teenage fantasies, all the desires that have burned inside of him and made him yearn, all coming to a precipice now, and Yuji would do anything for him.
Does Nanami know how much power he has? Is he aware of just how much Yuji would do for him? Not just take his cock into his mouth, just not settling on his lap to let himself be prepared to be fucked, but cherish him, touch him all over, leave soft marks against his skin, to explore and touch and taste. He would do anything to please him, to make sure that he feels good, to bring him any kind of pleasure, and it means that Yuji is completely at his mercy.
A mercy that he knows Nanami wouldn't take painful advantage of, for all that Yuji offers him.
Lifting his head, leaning back a little, eyes lidded, he breathes out. He gazes at Nanami, leaning up to kiss along his jaw, wanting to have more, to taste his mouth, to take but not daring to ask for more than he already has. ]
I can take it. I enjoy it. [ Rocking up into Nanami's hand, he sighs in bliss, a small smile resting on his face. ] I want you to fuck me, to - to come in me. Make me yours.
[ a deep, prideful sort of mirth rumbles in his tone, eager to meet the boy's gaze as he offers it, before distractedly peppering a line of kisses along his jaw. the older knows what he's after, understands what it is he seeks body and mind beyond what it is he's asking for. there's no mistaking his wanting to be fucked, and fucked properly, and that's exactly what nanami will do - but there's more. an other sort of burning, one that leaves his touch reluctantly drifting from the boy's cock to find his jaw, guiding him back to look at him properly once more. he doesn't make him ask for it, instead pulls mouth in to his as digits make another delve deeper, a bit of a rougher prod just as tongue sweeps into the younger's mouth to find his own, as if it might balm any sting from the action.
it's dangerous, what he does ask for. even knowing his strength, would he think differently of him, when he could no longer hold back? when that gnarled, needing thing within him bared its teeth devoid of mercy? he knows how the boy looks up to him, how he deserves to be treated, but nanami wasn't often a man of tenderness. all of this, honest as it is, is all just building and building toward that cliff side.
make me yours. a primal appetite ignites somewhere deep in his belly. it's another soft, animalistic sound that interrupts the kiss, but he lingers close. reaches between them to work the rest of the lube around his own cock, the slick catch of it like a whisper between them. he gives a slow drag of the swollen bell of its crown against the boy's hole, suddenly remiss of his fingers. ]
Sit on my cock, Yuji. [ free hand comes to brace at his hip, a firm clutch. ] I want to watch you take it.
[ The kiss is heaven, and Yuji lurches into it immediately, filled with that awkward, teenage inexperience. He hasn't kissed many people, hasn't had an experience that he can compare with this, and he lurches into it with all the joy and desire that's been growing inside of him like a shy flower, blooming for Nanami alone. He tries to mimic what Nanami gives him, curling his tongue, to let himself take and take and take, as if he's earned this, somehow, as if he has any kind of right to ask this of him.
He wants. Yuji wants him so much he could cry, and the desire for it burns inside of him, making him ready to give it all even if it might hurt and ache, even if it leaves him sore and bruised. He doesn't care about what strength Nanami has, because he can take it. His body was made for it, wasn't it? Made to take and enjoy the press of pain, to fight and fight until there was nothing left. It's just as he'd said to Nanami before; he was destined to die, so he might as well enjoy love while he can.
There's no hesitation in Yuji as he leans back, even if he's not entirely sure of what to do or how best to do it. He appreciates the way that Nanami holds his cock steady, gives Yuji the time he needs to wiggle down a little, thighs and legs open wide so that he can take the other man properly. He loves the way it presses between his ass, grinds against his stretched out opening, and he whimpers a soft noise. He's so ready.
Does Nanami get it? Does Nanami understand how much Yuji adores him, wants him, cherishes him, wants to keep pleasing him and making him happy. He wants to bring Nanami pleasure upon pleasure, wants to see him fall apart and come to pieces, to give him all that he could ever want. Yuji just wants to give this man the same sparks of joy that he feels in his company, and he hopes it's enough.
Slowly sinking down, he groans, head tilted back. It feels like a lot more than he had anticipated, stretching and filling him, and his fingers clench around nothing as they rest on Nanami's chest and shoulders, and he whines. ]
[ nanami doesn't mind the foreign exploration behind the kiss, made up for ten fold by the boy's eagerness, and he finds the slight tang of his own release lingering on his tongue. there's something hot about it, knowing that mouth had been filled with him just moments before, knowing how perfect of a mouth it was to fuck. another time, he'd let him explore that tender, intricate dance of a kiss unfolding properly - for now, he's something else to marvel at.
and the moment he begins to sink down, nanami's vision goes dark. he tries to watch, the image of yuji's thighs spread and strong muscles unfaltering as they keep him propped up to start taking him - slow, but unpausing, and the tight hug of the boy's ass is almost too incredible to comprehend. ]
Ah. [ a tight gasp from a broad chest, fingertips at his hip dimpling into a bruising hold. encouraging, but he doesn't force him, wants him to do this for himself, to let himself stretch and accommodate as he needs to. ] Fuck, that's it.
[ opposite palm presses flat to his abdomen, smoothing upward almost reverently until it can hook around his nape. it's only once yuji's nearly bottomed out that he uses the hold to gently tug him down til his cock's fully sheathed, hips rutting up slightly in time with the motion. the connection rips a grunt from him, taking a moment to steel himself, a chaste reminder not to get too carried away too soon. ]
Such a good boy, taking all of my cock. [ blunt nails graze to the small of his back, giving a slow, methodical grind of his cock, meeting his gaze with a blaze in his own. ] When you're ready.
[ The praise really does spark through him and make him feel all the more desperate and needy for it, as if Nanami isn't touching him enough. That's not true, of course, because Nanami is giving Yuji everything he had dreamed about and more, but the urge to earn more of that praise... More of that low voice offering him all the things he had always wanted - how can he ignore that?
How can he ignore anything that Nanami offers him, anything that he's given, when he had never imagined that his dreams would actually come to life?
Slowly pressing down, Yuji feels so completely filled, and he presses himself against Nanami and huffs out little breathless sounds, as if they're being punched out of him, as if he can't even breath from the thick, solid weight of Nanami's cock sliding deeper and deeper into his body. Fingers, his own weakly exploring, were nothing compared to this.
He wants to remember this forever. Yuji thinks that he wants to drown in it. He wants to be bruised, to belong to Nanami, to be kept. ]
I'm ready, I'm - Nanamin - [ Slowly, Yuji begins to rock, shifting his body a little, hips rising and then sinking down again. His own cock is hard, thick and heavy between his legs, and he sighs a pleased noise. ] Fuck me, Nanamin.
[ the boy's breaths stuttering over one another captivates him, watching as his mouth parts and chest heaves in response to the intrusion - the tight sleeve of him being shaped perfectly to his cock. he knows itadori well enough to know he'll sooner bite off more than he can chew than admit to being overwhelmed, but was he truly meant to show restraint, still, when he's buried so completely within him? fading is the mentor-figure he's been for the boy since they'd met, and while that deeply layered care still thrums beneath, the moment he picks up his hips to take him again, nanami can feel himself splintering.
a sharp breath is drawn through a gritted jaw, and the way yuji whines the request it might as well be a plea, a begging, bracketing his hip once more to steady him. when he finds his voice it's something strained, different from the composure it's so typically soothed with - ] Hold on to the couch. [ a bit more terse, a bit more demanding, but a moment for the boy to brace himself - to find a grip at something.
keeping him propped just there, nanami lets his cock slowly drag free til just the swollen tip is buried inside. a beat, and with heels braced firmly to the floor, he delivers the first firm, full piston upward into the boy's heat. he's lost to the sound of his balls smacking quietly up against skin, unaware of the way nails bite in with his grasp as he reels down again, just to snap upward again and pick up a steady, resolute pace. ]
[ Nanami feels so incredible - Yuji's fingers are still absently tracing whatever skin he can reach, stealing the shape of the other man's body and memorising it, wanting nothing more than to sink into him and never let go. He'd always appreciated just how handsome his mentor was, there was no way he could've ever possibly ignored it, but being able to see him move now, like this... It makes him feel breathless, as if it's all been punched out of him (and, given the size of Nanami's cock, that's a claim he could actually back up).
How long has he been dreaming about this, wanting this, desperate for and wishing to give himself over to these heavy, perfect arms? Yuji had never been able to stop himself from thinking about it in those moments of pure isolation, and he's sure somewhere in the back of his mind Sukuna is laughing in a riotous glee, thinking of Yuji and his corruption, being fucked so perfectly. He feels owned, and his thoughts are tangled up when he hears the instruction come.
He has never really disobeyed Nanami before (the once or twice don't count!) so his arms are moving before he can even think, instinctive and with no pause. ] Yes, sir. [ Breathless, heedless of the intensity of the words that are slipping from his mouth.
Of course Nanami can tell him what to do. Who else could make so many demands of his body and still earn Yuji's utter adoration and love?
Bracing himself, Yuji moans, loud and wanton as Nanami begins to thrust into him, pushing his own weight down to chase the feeling of it. It's so much, but it's so good, too, and he can't help the soft, desperate hisses of please, yes, please, wanting his own pleasure but, at the same time, needing Nanami's. ]
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Does Nanami know how much power he has? Is he aware of just how much Yuji would do for him? Not just take his cock into his mouth, just not settling on his lap to let himself be prepared to be fucked, but cherish him, touch him all over, leave soft marks against his skin, to explore and touch and taste. He would do anything to please him, to make sure that he feels good, to bring him any kind of pleasure, and it means that Yuji is completely at his mercy.
A mercy that he knows Nanami wouldn't take painful advantage of, for all that Yuji offers him.
Lifting his head, leaning back a little, eyes lidded, he breathes out. He gazes at Nanami, leaning up to kiss along his jaw, wanting to have more, to taste his mouth, to take but not daring to ask for more than he already has. ]
I can take it. I enjoy it. [ Rocking up into Nanami's hand, he sighs in bliss, a small smile resting on his face. ] I want you to fuck me, to - to come in me. Make me yours.
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[ a deep, prideful sort of mirth rumbles in his tone, eager to meet the boy's gaze as he offers it, before distractedly peppering a line of kisses along his jaw. the older knows what he's after, understands what it is he seeks body and mind beyond what it is he's asking for. there's no mistaking his wanting to be fucked, and fucked properly, and that's exactly what nanami will do - but there's more. an other sort of burning, one that leaves his touch reluctantly drifting from the boy's cock to find his jaw, guiding him back to look at him properly once more. he doesn't make him ask for it, instead pulls mouth in to his as digits make another delve deeper, a bit of a rougher prod just as tongue sweeps into the younger's mouth to find his own, as if it might balm any sting from the action.
it's dangerous, what he does ask for. even knowing his strength, would he think differently of him, when he could no longer hold back? when that gnarled, needing thing within him bared its teeth devoid of mercy? he knows how the boy looks up to him, how he deserves to be treated, but nanami wasn't often a man of tenderness. all of this, honest as it is, is all just building and building toward that cliff side.
make me yours. a primal appetite ignites somewhere deep in his belly. it's another soft, animalistic sound that interrupts the kiss, but he lingers close. reaches between them to work the rest of the lube around his own cock, the slick catch of it like a whisper between them. he gives a slow drag of the swollen bell of its crown against the boy's hole, suddenly remiss of his fingers. ]
Sit on my cock, Yuji. [ free hand comes to brace at his hip, a firm clutch. ] I want to watch you take it.
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He wants. Yuji wants him so much he could cry, and the desire for it burns inside of him, making him ready to give it all even if it might hurt and ache, even if it leaves him sore and bruised. He doesn't care about what strength Nanami has, because he can take it. His body was made for it, wasn't it? Made to take and enjoy the press of pain, to fight and fight until there was nothing left. It's just as he'd said to Nanami before; he was destined to die, so he might as well enjoy love while he can.
There's no hesitation in Yuji as he leans back, even if he's not entirely sure of what to do or how best to do it. He appreciates the way that Nanami holds his cock steady, gives Yuji the time he needs to wiggle down a little, thighs and legs open wide so that he can take the other man properly. He loves the way it presses between his ass, grinds against his stretched out opening, and he whimpers a soft noise. He's so ready.
Does Nanami get it? Does Nanami understand how much Yuji adores him, wants him, cherishes him, wants to keep pleasing him and making him happy. He wants to bring Nanami pleasure upon pleasure, wants to see him fall apart and come to pieces, to give him all that he could ever want. Yuji just wants to give this man the same sparks of joy that he feels in his company, and he hopes it's enough.
Slowly sinking down, he groans, head tilted back. It feels like a lot more than he had anticipated, stretching and filling him, and his fingers clench around nothing as they rest on Nanami's chest and shoulders, and he whines. ]
It's perfect, it's - you're so good, Nanami.
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and the moment he begins to sink down, nanami's vision goes dark. he tries to watch, the image of yuji's thighs spread and strong muscles unfaltering as they keep him propped up to start taking him - slow, but unpausing, and the tight hug of the boy's ass is almost too incredible to comprehend. ]
Ah. [ a tight gasp from a broad chest, fingertips at his hip dimpling into a bruising hold. encouraging, but he doesn't force him, wants him to do this for himself, to let himself stretch and accommodate as he needs to. ] Fuck, that's it.
[ opposite palm presses flat to his abdomen, smoothing upward almost reverently until it can hook around his nape. it's only once yuji's nearly bottomed out that he uses the hold to gently tug him down til his cock's fully sheathed, hips rutting up slightly in time with the motion. the connection rips a grunt from him, taking a moment to steel himself, a chaste reminder not to get too carried away too soon. ]
Such a good boy, taking all of my cock. [ blunt nails graze to the small of his back, giving a slow, methodical grind of his cock, meeting his gaze with a blaze in his own. ] When you're ready.
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How can he ignore anything that Nanami offers him, anything that he's given, when he had never imagined that his dreams would actually come to life?
Slowly pressing down, Yuji feels so completely filled, and he presses himself against Nanami and huffs out little breathless sounds, as if they're being punched out of him, as if he can't even breath from the thick, solid weight of Nanami's cock sliding deeper and deeper into his body. Fingers, his own weakly exploring, were nothing compared to this.
He wants to remember this forever. Yuji thinks that he wants to drown in it. He wants to be bruised, to belong to Nanami, to be kept. ]
I'm ready, I'm - Nanamin - [ Slowly, Yuji begins to rock, shifting his body a little, hips rising and then sinking down again. His own cock is hard, thick and heavy between his legs, and he sighs a pleased noise. ] Fuck me, Nanamin.
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a sharp breath is drawn through a gritted jaw, and the way yuji whines the request it might as well be a plea, a begging, bracketing his hip once more to steady him. when he finds his voice it's something strained, different from the composure it's so typically soothed with - ] Hold on to the couch. [ a bit more terse, a bit more demanding, but a moment for the boy to brace himself - to find a grip at something.
keeping him propped just there, nanami lets his cock slowly drag free til just the swollen tip is buried inside. a beat, and with heels braced firmly to the floor, he delivers the first firm, full piston upward into the boy's heat. he's lost to the sound of his balls smacking quietly up against skin, unaware of the way nails bite in with his grasp as he reels down again, just to snap upward again and pick up a steady, resolute pace. ]
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How long has he been dreaming about this, wanting this, desperate for and wishing to give himself over to these heavy, perfect arms? Yuji had never been able to stop himself from thinking about it in those moments of pure isolation, and he's sure somewhere in the back of his mind Sukuna is laughing in a riotous glee, thinking of Yuji and his corruption, being fucked so perfectly. He feels owned, and his thoughts are tangled up when he hears the instruction come.
He has never really disobeyed Nanami before (the once or twice don't count!) so his arms are moving before he can even think, instinctive and with no pause. ] Yes, sir. [ Breathless, heedless of the intensity of the words that are slipping from his mouth.
Of course Nanami can tell him what to do. Who else could make so many demands of his body and still earn Yuji's utter adoration and love?
Bracing himself, Yuji moans, loud and wanton as Nanami begins to thrust into him, pushing his own weight down to chase the feeling of it. It's so much, but it's so good, too, and he can't help the soft, desperate hisses of please, yes, please, wanting his own pleasure but, at the same time, needing Nanami's. ]