inspiratioNstrife

A naked, flower clad figure embraces a shadow version of themselves, in a sunny field.



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    “I gave you my apartment key for emergencies,” Nanami said with a voice thick with new, undeniable lust. He calmly undid the buckles of his blade sheath, stripping the leather off his shoulders and tossing it, unseeing, onto his dresser.

    “Well--hmm-- I had an emergency,” Gojo replied, stuttering with the fingers moving in and out of his ass. Nanami started toward the bed, never taking his eyes off Gojo’s fingers.

    “An emergency?” Nanami asked but couldn’t find it within himself to care about anything other than the way his slacks were quickly becoming uncomfortable. Nanami put one knee on the bed, kneeling right in front of Gojo’s spread legs. “And what is this dire emergency?”

    “I missed you.”

    Alternative Summary: Nanami comes home to find Gojo in a compromising position.

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    Satoru Gojo should’ve died years ago. Cut in seven places and with three dismembered limbs just like the 32 others before and after him. But fate had other plans. Now a respected CEO by day and chaotic copycat killer by night, Gojo has one goal: win the heart (or at least the attention) of the man who almost murdered him, the elusive 7/3 Killer.

    Unbeknownst to him, the real 7/3 Killer clocks in to his company every morning with a perfectly knotted tie and a soul-deep sigh. Kento Nanami is tired. Tired of office life. Tired of bad coffee. And especially tired of the reckless idiot who’s been mimicking his work with all the subtlety of a toddler with finger paints.

    What Nanami doesn’t realize is that his annoying, attention-seeking copycat is also his infuriatingly charming boss. And what Gojo doesn’t realize is that his cold, grumpy subordinate is the very monster he’s been worshiping.

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    Gojo Satoru is a top. It is something that makes sense to him. He is tall and impossibly strong. Stronger than his thin frame would suggest. He has never struggled folding other men into various positions with his flirtatious tone or his hands.

    When the events of sex playout for him he always ends up on top. Ends up with the condom on his cock and someone else laid out in front of him. It just sort of… happens that way. Sure, it’s not how he touches himself but that’s true for everyone, isn’t it? If sex was exactly like masturbation why would anyone do both?

     

    Alternatively: Gojo truly thinks he is a top. Nanami isn't entirely convinced and he decides to express his doubts in the best way he can think of.

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    Sex with Gojo Satoru was no different in many respects. Aggressive and unsentimental at most. Merely sating an animalistic need. Darkened rooms with Satoru bent over, or riding on top of him, moaning sweet murder while he plowed his ass with no restriction. He had him how he wanted, feelings of comfort or harm lost on the both of them while they pushed against one another, like ocean waves crashing against rock. And Satoru took it, willingly, wantonly. His desire for Nanami was shameless, and Nanami had accepted in fulfilling that hunger.

    Nights when he used Satoru for his whims, kneeling in front of him, hands tied behind his back with his own blindfold as Nanami fed him his length, sweat trickling from his temples as Satoru groaned, lips spread obscenely wide. He could never deny him, never stop wanting.

    An immovable object meeting an unstoppable force. An irrevocable meeting, one which Nanami could not extricate himself from. He was addicted, perhaps even obsessed with their incompatibility. An incompatibility that was never meant to be.

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