[ It feels a lot like a dream, like things are happening too easily as they so rarely do, and there's a part of him that's preparing for the worst. It doesn't make sense that the man who's felt affection for since childhood would return that affection this way, that they would get married -- even if it's just a self-serving farce on Megumi's end. He's long known that the way he felt toward his mentor was not normal. At first, he chalked it down to the physiological reaction of being near an alpha for as long as they spend time together - just his hormones getting him twisted up and wanting him to mate. After he started school and become exposed to other alphas, however? He noted then that how he felt toward Gojo was unique.
He doesn't know how to put a name to what that feeling means, but at this point it didn't matter. He's kissing him, and Gojo is kissing back. His lips taste as sweet as Megumi's most shameful fantasies and his scent is compelling, putting him in a dizzy, touch-starved mood. Even on suppressants, it feels like his true nature is breaking through, making him want more - the other man's hands on him, lips on him, exploring him and claiming him. He's always feared succumbing to those hormones, but with this man, he feels safe.
Safe enough to explore, albeit cautiously and bashfully so. Megumi moves against the other man's lips, trying to figure out how this worked - how they worked together. He doesn't know what he likes just yet, but he definitely likes all of this. He parts his lips slightly, allowing that tongue to against his mouth and feeing his face heat up in response. His hands eventually reposition themselves, snaking higher around Gojo's neck as the rest of him shimmies closer, almost like he wants to take his place in his lap. ]
I didn't ... I didn't think you were the type. [ Even bashful and needy, he still has time to roast the other man a little. ]
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Date: 2023-03-23 12:38 pm (UTC)He doesn't know how to put a name to what that feeling means, but at this point it didn't matter. He's kissing him, and Gojo is kissing back. His lips taste as sweet as Megumi's most shameful fantasies and his scent is compelling, putting him in a dizzy, touch-starved mood. Even on suppressants, it feels like his true nature is breaking through, making him want more - the other man's hands on him, lips on him, exploring him and claiming him. He's always feared succumbing to those hormones, but with this man, he feels safe.
Safe enough to explore, albeit cautiously and bashfully so. Megumi moves against the other man's lips, trying to figure out how this worked - how they worked together. He doesn't know what he likes just yet, but he definitely likes all of this. He parts his lips slightly, allowing that tongue to against his mouth and feeing his face heat up in response. His hands eventually reposition themselves, snaking higher around Gojo's neck as the rest of him shimmies closer, almost like he wants to take his place in his lap. ]
I didn't ... I didn't think you were the type. [ Even bashful and needy, he still has time to roast the other man a little. ]