( there is no denying that he has never felt this way around another omega, whether or not they're on suppressants and he can scent them fully β it's all megumi that has him wanting to press closer even though he's trying to be respectful, it's megumi that makes him want to touch and nose his way into the side of his neck, breathe him in and commit him to memory even more than he already has.
he's been around this smell for so long, even before he'd presented, there's no way in any heaven or hell anywhere that he could forget it, but knowing that they're going to have a different sort of future ahead of them means he's going to be able to memorize a whole slew of new things about him and his scent.
like β¦ how he smells when he's wanting, but no, he isn't going to think about that now. not when it's still so tentative and he's choosing his every movement so carefully. like he never has with anyone before him, and never will again.
the younger shifts closer, places his hand on his hip and leans into him like he might have done when he was a child, close just for the sake of being close and gojo goes with it without a single thought to anything else, leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to the very center of his forehead beneath the fall of his unruly hair. )
For a start. ( he muses, a chuckle sitting in the back of his throat as his thumb strokes over the sharp rise of his hipbone. ) Megumi β¦
Would you let me kiss you? Now? ( the words come out of his mouth so softly, so adoringly that it almost doesn't sound like him at all, save for the fact that he has always been soft with this boy β¦ and he isn't about to stop now. in fact β
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Date: 2023-03-15 12:19 am (UTC)he's been around this smell for so long, even before he'd presented, there's no way in any heaven or hell anywhere that he could forget it, but knowing that they're going to have a different sort of future ahead of them means he's going to be able to memorize a whole slew of new things about him and his scent.
like β¦ how he smells when he's wanting, but no, he isn't going to think about that now. not when it's still so tentative and he's choosing his every movement so carefully. like he never has with anyone before him, and never will again.
the younger shifts closer, places his hand on his hip and leans into him like he might have done when he was a child, close just for the sake of being close and gojo goes with it without a single thought to anything else, leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to the very center of his forehead beneath the fall of his unruly hair. )
For a start. ( he muses, a chuckle sitting in the back of his throat as his thumb strokes over the sharp rise of his hipbone. ) Megumi β¦
Would you let me kiss you? Now? ( the words come out of his mouth so softly, so adoringly that it almost doesn't sound like him at all, save for the fact that he has always been soft with this boy β¦ and he isn't about to stop now. in fact β
it might just get worse. )