fake marriage

[mahoraga]

[ It's the expected thing, and long time coming. Gojo Satoru, the most eligible bachelor in the world with his beauty and power and status and money, could have anyone he truly wanted. He should have by now, the elders in the Gojo clan would gripe, given that he's closely approaching his thirties with no spouse or talk of arranging an heir. We are worried about you, young master, Under the elders' directive, the little old ladies who served as the housekeepers and head servants would fuss. You need to make plans to find a mate.

By 'mate', what they do mean, of course, was an omega with decent social standing, pedigree and decent good looks. While they did not have to have an inherited technique, they certainly needed to come from a lineage possessing some powerful techniques - and have cursed energy, at the very least. Marrying for love was simply never an option those traditionalists would accept, unless your lover happened to meet all those other criteria.

Of course, there's no one who can really make Gojo do anything he doesn't want to do. He's the strongest, after all. However, they were hoping that with enough fussing and pestering, their leader would finally bend.

Those were the gripes Megumi's lent an ear for today, and he's been quiet throughout his guardian's complaints. If there's anything he's good at, it's listening, really. It's only after the older man makes some joking, teasing remarks about marrying Megumi instead, that he suddenly sits up straighter, the air around them thickening as he gives his serious response. ]

Okay ... [ There's a hesitance and shyness to his tone, like he really doesn't know how to propose such a thing, but he's trying. ]

Let's get married. [ Is there really a need to sound so serious about it? Megumi knows his mentor was just being his flippant self, but there's a part of him that finds this a clearly logical solution. He fit the bill, after all - an omega of apparent pedigree, with a sought-after cursed technique. While he would need to get off suppressants, it seems like a fickle thing in the face of everything Gojo has done for him.

If it's logical, it's odd that it's making his heart beat so quickly, but he tells himself it's simply the nerves. ]

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[takumina]

( gojo has always been the affectionate sort, with those he considers himself close to even on a professional level — how many times has he put himself in nanami's personal space before? — but with megumi in particular, coercing him into hugs and cuddles and the like when he was much, much smaller, much younger, but it's already so different now that it … this, doesn't even come close.

even on suppressants, this close, megumi smells wonderful; something that he wants to both devour and protect, something he wants to keep close and not let anyone else touch, but he's always been that way, hasn't he? always protective of him, even before he'd presented.

this close, he wants to bury his face in the side of his neck, he wants to pull him into his lap but he doesn't because he doesn't want to come across as too much, too soon. megumi has agreed to something he doesn't have to, and even if it's true that this one has loved him for years —

i love you, i love you, i will love you—

he wants to do this properly.

gojo chuckles, nosing at him again. ) But we're not married yet … and I like to think myself a proper gentleman. ( to that end —

that attempt at a very shy kiss is met with the warmth of lips against lips, not quite hesitant, but. respectful, even as he presses closer to taste him fully, a small flick of his tongue over the other's bottom lip before it recedes. )

[mahoraga]

[ 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. ]

[takumina]

( things never go very easily for them, do they? especially not with the way their hierarchy works, how omegas are sometimes not treated very well, just because of how they'd presented. like third-class citizens in some cases, and while this arrangement is going to be beneficial for him, to be sure, it also means he's well within his right to do everything in his power to keep megumi safe.

not that he wouldn't have done that anyway, but that isn't the point.

the point is that pulling the younger in close, tasting his lips feels as natural as breathing and he doesn't want there to be any space between them at all, already getting a bit too far ahead of himself when they've only just started this level of intimacy. they've always been close, he's always managed to wrangle a hug or a brief cuddle out of him when he was younger —

so he doesn't think much about pulling him into his lap when hs squirms closer still, arms curling around his slender waist and sighing into the kiss; it's a soft thing, a sweet thing, the scent of him filling his nose and making him feel practically drunk on it already, even if his suppressants are still in effect, maybe it's just the fact that they've taken this first step forward that have them both so sensitive.

he leaves a small nip against megumi's bottom lip for his comment as he leans back to take a breath, brows quirking upward. ) The type for what? ( he asks teasingly, nosing his way down along the line of his jaw, continuing to breathe him in. ) Asking for consent? ( he dips his head lower, leaving a small, soft kiss against the flutter of his pulse. )

You smell so good …

[mahoraga]

[ Whether it's the hormones or not, he doesn't know, but being gathered into the other man's arms like this brings about a sense of safety and belonging. He's comfortable here and there's a warmth that he feels inside. It's a foreign thing for someone who usually shies away from the touch of others. Plus, the scent of the other man was just so sweet and overwhelming, it feels like he can sink right into it.

As their lips move, he's basking a little in the pocket of warmth, a contented bliss settling within him. He's always been fond of this other man, always cared about him and felt drawn to him. He's realising now that those feelings weren't normal in the slightest. ]

You know what I mean... [ Being a 'gentleman', of course. His impression of the older man, stemming from their shared history, is that of a guy who pushes whatever buttons that he can. The annoying sort who teases and teases and pushes his affection on others. (Yet, he's also so kind, doting and giving, and he's always going to owe him everything).

There's a shudder at the lips that press against his jaw, going down that sensitive skin. So close to the place where one would usually be marked. He can already feel his nerves firing up, that heat stirring up the pit of his stomach as he starts to become wet. With what they're doing, not even the suppressants can stop his natural hormones. ]

Gojo-san ... It's -- um. Kind of risky.