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At first Getou was nervous to meet up with an old highschool friend he hadn’t seen for going on nearly 5 years now but after ordering coffee and falling into trading nostalgic memories of their former days, he felt much more comfortable. It all felt so normal and conversation seemed to keep flowing and flowing. Soon, however, it became rush hour in the café, filling it with many noisy people. Neither wanting the good vibes to stop, Getou insisted they take their coffee and head back to his house for a movie.
It was a short walk filled with equally delightful conversation.
Now they find themselves strewn on the couch back at Getou’s apartment. All of Gojo’s words seem to be going in one ear and out the other in favor of trying to be discreet in hiding the lust in his eyes and how twitchy his thighs are. He is so horny it’s effecting his concentration. This is, in no small part, due to him starting his heat soon, the indication being his ovulation induced horniness. He doesn’t understand why pre-heat horniness is a thing as it seems to defeat the purpose of having a heat at all but there is nothing, not even taking suppressants, that he can do to quell it. All he can do is lay on the couch and act like he wouldn’t take all 8 inches of the alpha’s cock who is sitting inches away from him. Although Gojo is undisputedly an attractive man, he has never felt such an attraction and lust for the one who was once his best friend. This horniness is ruining him.
He sends a silent “thank you” to himself for putting on the pheromone blocking patch earlier today otherwise Gojo would have surely picked up on his dilemma by now.
“Suguru, you ok? You’re zoning out again.”
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just have some unimportant stuff on my mind.”
This seems to be a good enough answer for Gojo who continues talking about whatever Getou had not been paying attention to. When the conversation eventually comes to a lull, Getou switches on a movie and they get comfortable on the small couch. Gojo was sitting normally while Getou was sitting across the length of the couch with a leg over Gojo’s.
About halfway through the movie, Gojo starts mindlessly rubbing and stroking Getou’s leg. Though the touches are small, they are driving Getou crazy with want. If his hands feel this good on his hardly sensitive legs, they would probably feel better elsewhere- his face, his stomach, his ass. He wants Gojo to fuck him so badly. He is made painfully aware of how empty his hole feels. He would do anything to have Gojo’s cock filling whatever hole it wanted to at this point.
Getou finds himself staring at the ceiling in disappointment. Not at Gojo for not acting, but rather at himself for letting his thoughts get this bad.
“Uh Suguru, are you doing ok?”
Red blushes across Getou’s face as he feels caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
Gojo’s own face goes red as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I can smell your pheromones and you’re kind of… leaking.”
Getou looks down at himself and sure enough, his free leg is bent at the knee and leaned against the headrest of the couch, giving Gojo an uninhibited view of the growing wet spot on the ass of his grey sweatpants.
To protect any last big of pride he may have left, Getou pulls his legs in and covers what he can of himself.
“S-sorry it’s just I’m starting my heat soon and- you know these things, bodies getting ready and all- sorry I just let my mind wander a bit. Give me a second to get changed.” He stands up and tries to walk off to his bedroom.
Before he was a full step away from the couch, he was abruptly pulled back down. His head was just so, so that Gojo had full access to the scent glass on his neck. Using his teeth, he was able to peel off the thin sticker. The room was then filled with a sweet, but not very strong scent.
“Hold on a minute.” Gojo pauses. ”What was your mind wandering to?”
“I-I’m too embarrassed to say. Honestly it was nothing crazy though, my body is just acting up and overreacting.” Getou tries weakly to fight the hands holding him down.
“If it’s not so bad, I don’t see the harm in divulging it to me.”
Getou’s clouded reasoning took over and shined a light on the fact that this may be his opening into getting fucked in just the way he wanted.
“I was imagining your hands on me and your cock filling me up.” He lays his cheek in the couch to avoid Gojo’s eyes.
“Well why don’t we make that a reality, hm?”
Gojo, true to his word, got straight to work caressing his hands up Getou’s legs, all the while being sure to avoid his inner thighs and groin. Hands made their way under his shirt and fingertips dug into his sides. The mere gentle touches were making his stomach muscles twitch in pleasure and his back arch forward.
“Satoru, more.” He moans out.
“Oh, first name basis now? This is what it takes for you to say my name? So greedy. I’ll let you have this though, you just have to do something for me first.”
“Hm?” Getou’s eyelids manage to open wide for just long enough to wait for Gojo’s answer.
“Get in your knees, princess. I’ll give you something to fill at least one of your holes.”
He doesn’t need to be convinced twice. In a split second, Getou is on his knees in between Gojo’s legs. Getting straight to work unzipping and pulling down what he can of Gojo’s pants.
“You’re so eager, Suguru. Not that I’m complaining, I just wish I realized sooner, maybe then we’d have at least gotten in a few rounds already. Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to suffer for so long- feeling so wet and empty without my cock.”
He wastes no time with priming Gojo’s cock with kitten licks and kisses, skipping straight to sliding it as deeply in his throat as it will reasonably go. Despite him having little to no gag-reflex, his throat was lacking saliva to lubricate the intrusion. Honestly though, the feeling was great. The cock was long, wide, and stretching his throat in the best way. He couldn’t help how his ass tried to clasp around the air, imagining how well it would soon be filled.
As he bobbed his head, more spit accumulated and dribbled out of the side of his mouth. He felt Gojo grasp a handful of hair at the back of his head and begin to guide his movements. His head was forced up and down at whatever pace Gojo wanted.
Getou’s own hands grasped at the loosened fabric of Gojo’s pant legs, not wanting to touch himself without the other man’s permission.
This went on and on without much variation until Getou felt a spurt of hot, thick liquid fill his throat and mouth. What small amount that was able to slip past his lips was shoved back in by Gojo’s thumb.
“Don’t waste any of that now, princess.”
Again, Getou wasted no time pulling off his pants and climbing onto Gojo’s lap, all of the slick that drips out of Getou making it hard to stay sitting still.
“So eager~” Gojo purred.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“That will be a little hard-” Gojo flips them over so Getou’s back is laying on the couch with Gojo now leaning over top of him, “with you on top.”
“Whatever. Just please hurry, I need you~”
Getou isn’t even in heat at this point, yet everything in his mind and body is begging to be bred, filled, and fucked to the point of exhaustion.
All he can focus on in this moment is two of Gojo’s fingers circling his leaking hole before gasping when they simultaneously slide in and stretch apart.
“Are you really not in heat? I mean, you don’t smell like it but man is your ass begging to get bred. You’re so wet and already trying to suck my fingers in.” Gojo slides a third then a fourth finger in. Only then does Getou feel the stretch he desired. Still however, his body is begging for something to reach to the depths of his womb.
“Pleasepleaseplease…” his words string together as he mindlessly begs.
“Yes sir.” The fingers are pulled out of him leaving him feeling more empty than ever. Soon enough, however, and much to Getou’s gratification, is replaced with Gojo’s long and thick cock. The immediate pace is brutal, so much so Getou’s body goes into a momentary state of shock. He is left unable to move as he is being thrusted into, still no feeling of regret follows.
Gojo again grabs Getou by the hair and cranes his neck to the side. Now, with all the access he could ever need, he goes in for the attack- sniffing, licking, kissing, and biting every inch of skin he can reach.
Getou’s body finally catches up to his pleasure and he is able to drape his arms over Gojo’s neck and wrap his legs around his waist. Other than that, he is a mess of pants and moans, unable to form a sentence, not that his brain could conjure up a coherent word right now.
“God, you must be the best piece of ass I’ve ever had. You take me so well and you sound so pretty doing it.” Gojo tucks a bit of hair behind one of Getou’s ears. “Good girl.”
All these little pet names in and of themselves are driving Getou crazy. He is hardly used to people calling him by his given name, much less nicknames that aren’t just “Bangs.” Usually, he would argue himself to be the manly-man but being called all of these delicate and feminine nicknames is leaving him oozing with slick and second guessing his preferences.
He could feel his insides twitching, all at the cusp of his long-awaited orgasm. Gojo didn’t seem to be far behind him as, although speed was unaffected, the rhythm of his thrusts was getting irregular.
“Where do you want me to come, baby?”
“Inside. Please~” Getou moaned back in response.
With that, Gojo pressed all of himself as deep as he could get himself. Getou could feel the knot get to its largest size and lock their bodies together. His lower stomach grew with the volume of come that was being spewed into him.
He was overcome with pleasure and came himself, come leaking out onto the couch below despite the knot functioning as a plug.
Unsure of whether to be impressed or embarrassed that he came so hard without his dick being touched, he resigned himself to his sleepy eyelids and allowed them to shut. The body overtop of him plopped down and crushed him. Gojo rested his face in the crook of Getou’s neck, allowing him to feel the gentle breaths leaving his mouth.
“Sorry.” Gojo finally spoke.
“For what?” Getou asked in confusion.
“For grabbing you, for calling you names, for being too rough with you, all that.”
“Nothing I didn’t want and nothing I didn’t enjoy so no need to apologize.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Plus you gave me jerk off material to think about while I’m in heat, probably starting tomorrow.”
Gojo picks up his head and grind down at Getou.
“Why just think about it when I’ll gladly come help you out; in the flesh.”
“I don’t think there is a proper way for me to refuse your offer when you’re still inside me and I can feel your come sloshing in my stomach.”
“So… is that a yes.” Gojo asks with hope-filled eyes.
“Yes, Satoru.” Getou smiles back.