Archive of Our Own

It started, as most things do, with an Outlook notification and an eyeroll.

A block of meetings with the CEO and two of the other department heads that he had been working closely with during the company's ongoing restructuring process. Three hours every second Thursday of the month in the lesser used boardroom some floors above his office.

Nanami had pursed his lips in consideration, perusing the invitee list and watching as the acceptances pinged through, one after the other. His own followed mere minutes later, forcefully indifferent to the three hours of productivity he would lose every month.

Having seen the attendee list and knowing each man personally, he knew not to expect any real progress on any fronts from their meetings, however he could never have expected the eventual outcome.

But that was months ago, and as he sat at his desk finalising his slides on the financial reporting for the last couple of weeks, a familiar feeling undulated in his stomach, roiling around his body and forcing him to repress a shudder.

"Sir?" A voice accompanied by a soft knock at his door drew him from his thoughts, and took his mind off the funny growing sensation.

"How many times…" He muttered under his breath, sighing to himself. "You're too formal, I promise you don't need to call me that." He smiled wearliy at the young assistant at the door, clutching a thick envelope to her small frame.

"Sorry sir-" She winced, and Nanami couldn't fight the resigned amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Mr Fushiguro sent me down with these for you. He said they're urgent and confidential and suggested you look over them before the project meeting later today."

Nanami stood, accepting the manilla parcel from her arms with a real sigh at the mention of the black-haired torment. Suddenly recognising the girl as one of Toji's long-suffering assistants, her impeccable manners and slightly flighty attitude made perfect sense to him.

"Thank you, I'll do just that." He said, bowing his head to her and walking her out of his office where she scurried out of sight.

Poor thing.

With the unusual envelope practically burning a hole in his blazer, Nanami sat back down, glancing shiftily around his private office before tearing the top open neatly with a blade tucked in his top drawer.

The stack of papers inside felt glossy to the touch, thicker than the shitty standard office paper provided. He pulled the stack out slowly, catching only the quickest glance at the lewd subject material the A4 printed photos contained before shoving them harshly back into their envelope and into a locked drawer underneath notebooks, banished to never see the light of day again.

His eye twitched and his face burned at the sight and the memories it conjured, and the blinking system reminder of the meeting on in 30 minutes mocked his pink-faced shame.

A message popped up from the culprit of the heinous deed, a mere winking emoji sent into a private group thread with the other two members of the meetings.

Now Nanami, as a steadfast, responsible adult who had built his entire career off of his level head and sensibility, did the only reasonable thing he could and reacted with a thumbs down - which no doubt had the other two cackling like hyenas.

That earlier feeling had increased tenfold, amplified by the annoyance curling in his veins, however he did his utmost to ignore it and to power through with his report, as fruitless as he know by this point it would prove to be.

After the final check, he gathered his laptop and notebook as dutifully as ever, locking his door behind him and sliding into the elevator just as the doors began to shut, beginning his ascent alone in the cabin. He swallowed a thick tangle in his throat, clenching his jaw with a strange combination of resignation, fear and excitement. Every meeting now had the same outcome, but he couldn't quite pinpoint exactly when that changed from its original directive.

The sane, rational part of his brain every week told him to put a stop to it, to put his foot down and demand the three musketeers of innovative nonsense listen to him and the reports he worked tirelessly to pull together for once.

The not so sane majority of him wondered why he still bothered showing up with material prepared, when it was obvious nobody was interested in any work he did.

The doors dinged open and he stepped out onto the practically abandoned floor, used only on rare occasion by the CEO himself. The atmosphere felt heavy, expectant, the tension tangible in the warm air. The whole floor was on a knife edge, holding still until someone shattered the suffocating tranquil.

He sighed with faux weariness, wondering exactly what decision started him on this particular branch of the butterfly effect, and whether or not he would make it again if given the choice.

But as he turned the corner to the familiar boardroom, and saw all three men already gathered and waiting for him, their eyes lighting up at the sight of him, he knew there was absolutely no doubt about it.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, he would march.

"You're late, Nanami." The CEO said, a mocking tone to his scolding as he tutted dramatically at him before Nanami could even close the glass door behind him. Nanami grumbled something impolite under his breath and set his laptop down in front of the designated spot left for him.

He fixed the white haired prodigy with a flat glare.

"Well I would have been on time if not for an urgent delivery from your project manager over there." He spat, sliding into his chair and purposefully avoiding even glancing in the other man's direction.

Toji only chuckled, sharp teeth on display as he leaned back in his seat and folded his arms behind his head, lip scar stretched over the pen lid he was chewing on.

"Consider it the minutes of our last meeting." He drawled in that particular voice of his that promised nothing but hedonism and promiscuity. It sent a shiver over Nanami's skin and he looked at him for the first time that day, swallowing at the smirk thrown his way.

Gojo stood up, clapping once and connecting his laptop to the giant screen on the opposite wall to them all, readying up a dizzing amount of figures and statistics that Nanami needed a second or two to make sense of.

"Welcome all, thanks for attending." He started, adjusting his tie and painting the very picture of a perfect charismatic boss. Even if it was all a lie. Their final member scoffed, earning himself a playful swat from Gojo.

"The roleplay is a bit much, no?" Sukuna asked, fielding his question to Gojo even if his eyes were trained on Nanami, trapping him in that rich red gaze the way honey would an unsuspecting gluttonous fly.

Gojo huffed a laugh before opting to ignore Sukuna entirely.

"We're a little bit behind where we need to be on some aspects of this - mainly waiting for legal to sort their shit out and get a couple of things pushed through for us for the restructuring."

Nanami zoned out, scribbling little notes here and there in the notebook he carried with him to every meeting, real or otherwise. Nothing Gojo was saying was new to him, having had multiple discussions with the man on the matter since the last meeting, and having heard all about it from his wildly overworked friend in the legal department over drinks one night.

Gojo's increasing proximity to him did not escape his attention, however. Neither did the gentle caress of fingertips over the nape of his neck as his boss' pacing came to a stop behind him. Heat bloomed across Nanami's skin with Gojo's fingers at the epicentre. His shoulders tensed and his pen skidded minutely across the page, his composure slipping momentarily.

It wasn't enough of a reaction for the normal person to pick up on, but for the three hawks watching his every move, it may as well have been a neon sign broadcasting his intentions.

Gojo's long fingers stayed dutifully on him for the rest of his update, never straying too far from his neck and ears, tangling in the short hair at the back of his neck and pulling just enough for his breathing to hitch.

The touch was maddening, laden with audacity and something far heavier, something that seemed an awful lot like promise. Nanami's head grew ever fuzzier, his notes becoming sparser with every pass of Gojo's fingers over his neck. A comfortable haze fell over him, anchoring him to Gojo and very little else.

He was in his own little bubble, the pen falling out of his hand unnoticed.

"So I'll open the floor to Nanami for our financial forecast." He caught the last words of Gojo's update just in time, their meaning a cold wave crashing over him. He blinked heavily as Gojo's touch left him for the CEO to sit back down.

His eye twitched minutely, and he cleared his throat and stood up to share his screen to the projector, thanking every deity conceivable that the rest of his body hadn't reacted to Gojo's touch as much as his head did.

The creak of a chair was the only noise in the room as Toji leaned over to bridge the gap between him and Sukuna, whispering something imperceptible in his ear. Sukuna tilted his head to Toji, but their eyes never once left Nanami as the comment was passed.

Nanami strained to hear it, hooked on every second of syrupy time until a dangerous smile spread across Sukuna's face. The man hummed his agreement, and Toji exhaled a laugh, returning to his seat.

"Don't let us stop you, sweetheart." Sukuna said, his gaze roaming openly over Nanami's figure.

Nanami fought to keep his face impassive. He did actually have a few important updates to get through on the next couple of slides. But with the atmosphere being palpably thick in the office around them, he was starting to doubt they'd let him make it that far.

"A little boring on the profit side this week, we've hardly seen any improvement in the past few weeks. Not much of a decline either, which is at the very least, not a loss."

As he worked his way through his first slide, Gojo's chair had slid to his side, and one of the older man's large hands had splayed across the faux-leather bound arm, his pinky purposefully grazing the side of Nanami's thigh in a barely there yet electrifying touch. Nanami's breath caught and he spared a wide eyed glance at the man next to him, who stared unabashedly back with ill concealed lust in his eyes.

Gojo's icy blue gaze flickered to the screen impatiently, urging Nanami to continue his update, regardless of his actions.

Nanami swallowed thickly around the sudden swell of arousal inside him and cleared his throat. He tried to focus on the figures in front of him, not Gojo's hand caressing round his thigh and back to the plump flesh of his ass through his slacks.

Desire bloomed inside Nanami, his voice wavering as he fought to concentrate. Sure, the meetings were usually just an excuse for the four of them to blow off a little steam, but until now, they always made sure to get the business stuff out of the way before anything actually happened.

Today, it seemed, Gojo wasn't feeling so patient.

A low whistle sounded from either of the other two men as Gojo rose to his feet, standing behind Nanami. His chest was flush to Nanami's back as his hands wandered from his ass, to his hips, and up his sides then back down again.

Nanami could feel himself turning to putty quicker than usual under Gojo's infuriating ministrations. His mouth was right next to Nanami's neck, and his soft white hair tickled his ear as he turned to nip and suck on the soft skin under Nanami's jaw.

A moan fell, unbidden, from Nanami's lips and he kept his eyes vehemently glued to the table in front of him, as sparing even so much as a passing glance at either Toji or Sukuna while being toyed with in such a cruel manner would be too overwhelming.

Not to mention the fact he highly doubted he could handle the matching heat in their predatory gazes without his knees buckling.

Gojo's hands slipped underneath his blazer, unbuttoning it and pushing the fabric aside. Nanami was down to the last data point in the slide's graph, and he huffed before pressing on, his mind reaching for information he knew like the back of his hand but struggled to recall through the haze of lust that had befallen him.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Gojo's deft fingers found his nipples, flicking them once before circling through the fabric of his shirt.

The touch startled a moan out of him, his eyes fluttering closed as his sensitive chest was toyed with so suddenly. His whole body jolted and his hips stuttered back, inadvertently grinding against Gojo, who was fully hard in his slacks.

Gojo groaned in return, rutting against Nanami's ass as his fingers pinched and prodded at his chest.

A harsh exhale across the room carried the shell of a curse on it, and when Nanami dared to glance at the speaker, he found bright green eyes boring into him. Toji had leaned forward fully, resting on his elbows against the table as he watched the scene unfold with rapt intensity. He, like Nanami, obviously hadn't been expecting Gojo to derail so fast.

"I don't understand the last point." Sukuna spoke up, drawing all three sets of eyes to him. He was straight backed, posture strong and confident, seemingly unaffected in his seat as he studied the data on the screen and not the dishevelled state of the presenter.

"Can you explain it to me?" His eyes flickered to Nanami and the flash of mischief in them was the only giveaway he was just as interested as the rest.

Nanami hummed shakily as Gojo's fingers slipped down his front, flicking his belt open and undoing his slacks.

He squirmed - helpless and observed like a lab rat - as Gojo slipped his hands under the waistband of his underwear, pinging the elastic once against his skin before sliding them halfway down his thighs. The fabric came away obviously wet, a string of pre-cum connecting it to the tip of his already hard and leaking cock, only snapping once the garment was halfway down his legs.

Already? Nanami thought, slightly concerned about the rest of his presentation.

Gojo's fingers found his hole, stroking the soft skin from his ass to the tip of his dick, earning himself a shaky exhale and a full body shudder from the blond.

"Nanami." Sukuna's voice rang out again, an air of impatience to it that went straight to Nanami's cock.

"The data, please."

He nodded, fighting back a whimper as Gojo's fingers returned to his hole, wet and sticky with lube he had produced from god knows where.

"There's-" He cut himself off with a shaky moan as Gojo teased a finger in to the knuckle, whistling under his breath when he discovered that not only was Nanami sufficiently stretched, but he was still wet from his earlier preparation.

"There's another slide." Nanami managed while Gojo's hand was distracted elsewhere.

Sukuna hummed, placated momentarily.

Gojo leaned forward, bending down and reaching to click to the next slide. Being flush with Nanami's back, Nanami had no choice but to bend over with him, his chest forced flat to the desk as the new information filled the screen.

Gojo stood back up to his full height, and Nanami followed, ready to answer Sukuna's question.

Or tried to, but one of Gojo's large hands settled between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the desk. His breath hitched as he realised he had been tricked, trapped on the cold wood with his bare ass in the air and both Toji and Sukuna in his eyeline.

"I won't ask again." Sukuna warned, pointing between him and the laptop.

Nanami nodded, swallowing thickly as he nudged the laptop's screen into his line of sight.

"On a deeper level, the recent decline seems- oh fuck, Satoru." The blonde cried out as Gojo had lined his cock up and slammed home, filling him to the brim with his first thrust. Warmth exploded through his core, stretched wide on his boss' cock in the middle of a presentation and loving every second of it. The slideshow was the farthest thing from his mind as his body struggled around the too-big intrusion, Gojo's size making him dance on the tightrope line between pain and pleasure. Sure, he had prepped himself in the bathrooms nobody uses earlier on, but two of his own fingers in a cubicle at a jaunty angle were an abysmal comparison to the almost scarily thick heat of Gojo's cock.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought him back to the moment, gasping for air to try and relax his muscles.

"The recent decline-" He tried once more, his words dissolving into a whimper when Gojo slapped his ass just to watch it jiggle, his next slow thrust sending his thick cock driving right into Nanami's prostate. With that, the bites of pain subsided and Nanami clenched around him with all his strength.

"Please!" He cried, unsure of what exactly he was begging for. Gojo cooed at him in faux mercy. The sound sent a foreboding chill down his spine, knowing he didn't stand a chance for much longer.

He was right. Gojo grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise, pulling out almost entirely, watching as Nanami's hole gripped onto his cock. He hissed under his breath, repeating the slow in and out drag a couple of times before setting a brutal pace that made Nanami scrabble against the smooth surface of the big table.

"The decline is expected going into the Golden quarter? It's a trend we've seen over the last few years and not cause for concern, correct?" Sukuna's voice cut through the cloud of pleasure obscuring Nanami's sensibilities from anything other than Gojo's cock.

His words took a second to register, but he nodded when they did, cheek smushed against the dark wood. Despite this, a flicker of annoyance ticked on Nanami's face, his eyebrows furrowing. Did he really have to answer such a mundane line of questioning when Gojo was hitting all the best spots inside him and practically making his eyes roll back?

Then Gojo did something that fucked all irritation out of him and left him reeling.

"YES!" Nanami moaned, loud and unrestrained as Gojo changed the angle of his hips to hammer into his prostate with every thrust. It was also, thankfully, the correct answer to Sukuna's question and he silently begged it to be put to rest now.

Gojo laughed above him, the sound vibrating through his body and into Nanami.

"Wow he's really passionate about those numbers, huh." Toji mused, despite his own hand itching to palm the ache between his legs.

Nanami sighed at him, his face scrunched up once more in a mixture of annoyance and indulgence.

"We're up from this time last year though, aren't we?" Sukuna asked again, his voice laced with a casual boredom that Nanami should not have found as devastatingly attractive. Maybe he was allowed the questions. Maybe he was allowed to say anything to him as long as it was in that voice of his.

He nodded again, using what felt like every last ounce of his energy to answer Sukuna's questions, despite the dizzying treatment he was receiving from Gojo.

"Fi- fuck." He moaned, whorish and wanting even to his own ears, which burned with embarrassment. "Five percent- oh god please!"

The lewd, wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air in the absence of Sukuna's questioning. His own voice, already so far gone and sounding desperate, reverberated in his skull and despite having been in this situation before, a quiet tendril of shame curled across him at how easily he let these three men use him.

One glance up at the two in front of him cast that doubt from his mind entirely. Toji had slumped back in his seat, his narrowed eyes transfixed on where Gojo's cock was drilling into Nanami's tight hole. He had since lost the pen, and had replaced it with one of his own fingers in his mouth, the top knuckle braced between his front teeth as he watched.

Sukuna was no better. For all his earlier bravado, Nanami could see the molten heat in his dark eyes, and the hands that braced against the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white with the effort of holding himself back.

As fun as these meetings always were, the two men were always left on tenterhooks until Gojo gave the okay for them to join. Sometimes the sick bastard would leave them hanging for as long as possible, even one the rare occasion making them beg.

Begrudgingly, they obeyed. Because Nanami belonged to Gojo, and none of this would happen without either of their say so.

"Next page."

The words caught Nanami off guard, having allowed himself to fully switch off from the world, content to be pressed against the now body-warm wood and fucked within an inch of his life under joint surveillance.

"Next page." The voice said again, devoid of all traces of its usual teasing. Nanami lifted his heavy head off the desk and looked up over his shoulder at the man that spoke, his eyelids fluttering open and closed with the onslaught of pleasure from each relentless thrust.

Gojo stared down at him expectantly, although one of his thumbs caressed his hip lovingly to ground him.

"Head of Finance can't even get through a report properly, don't think you're done after a couple of slides." Gojo's voice was level, verging on mocking and it drew a deep chuckle from both Toji and Sukuna's throats.

Nanami whined, relatively high pitched and desperate - a noise he would later firmly deny all knowledge of - as Gojo leaned down flush to his back again to flip the slideshow to the next page, his hips snapping even deeper as he did.

Nanami clenched like a vice around him, stars exploding behind his newly screwed-shut eyelids as Gojo filled him almost too full. He was all around him too, snowy white hair tickling at the junction between his neck and shoulder, the smell of his sweat and cologne in the air between them, the heat of his heavy breaths puffed against the shell of his ears.

Gojo's panting was laced with bitten off moans and quiet throaty growls and every noise drove Nanami farther and farther from reason, and deeper into Gojo's undeniable orbit.

His core tightened, his cock twitching beneath the table untouched with the beginnings of his first orgasm and his whole body began to tremble with the effort of keeping his position for so long.

Gojo's hips faltered, and his moans increased tenfold. Surefire signs he was on the brink.

"Kento." He warned, his voice low and ragged. Nanami nodded frantically, angling his hips back to chase the remnants of Gojo's powerful thrusts.

"Inside." He wailed, his hands scrabbling at the smooth desk for anything to anchor himself down with, something to tether his soul to his body lest it left him entirely.

Gojo groaned above him, the sound punched out of his lungs as his hips stuttered before falling out of rhythm entirely. Toji and Sukuna were hounding Gojo, hollering and whistling but Nanami couldn't hear them, nor did he care to try. His entire world reduced to the contact points between his own skin and Gojo's. His fingers on his hips, his nose behind his ear, his thighs against his ass, his cock; thick and hot and spilling cum deep inside him.

Gojo stilled completely, panting in his ear before standing up suddenly and patting him once on the flank. Nanami's blissed smile soured as the chill in the air hit his skin again without Gojo's large figure blanketing him. He whined, the separation like cold water splashed over the growing embers of his own orgasm.

"What-?" He started before clearing his throat, his mouth dry from holding it open and moaning for so long that his voice crackled like an old radio.

Gojo pulled out suddenly, and in between the dizzying emptiness and the lewd drops of cum that spilled out of him, Nanami found the strength to stand back up, righteous fury colouring his face.

"What the fuck?"

Gojo grinned back at him, tucking himself back into his slacks and flopping down onto his chair as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just fucked his lover within an inch of orgasm then left him high and dry and on display.

"Your report please, Nanami." He said, a mask of carefully measured professionalism covering all traces of anything except the flirtatious lust that seeped through the cracks.

Nanami scoffed, incredulous.

"You're kidding."

Gojo shook his head, gesturing to the screen.

"Certainly not. And don't cuss at me, I'm your boss and I expect a higher standard of professionalism from you." He tutted.

The reminder made Nanami's knees a little weak. Shame and determination clashed briefly in his mind, his body screaming at him to do anything to get Gojo's hands back on him, anyone's hands. Anyone's cock.

But he held his partner's gaze, his own hardening into dogged resilience, honeyed eyes narrowing in obvious challenge.

He made quick work of re-dressing himself, considering nothing was removed from his person, only shifted out the way. The thought made him hotter than it should've.

He hissed slightly at the drag of the zipper's teeth over his now almost painful erection but persevered, turning his full attention back to the report at hand.

Two more slides went by smoothly, albeit uncomfortable with his cock still straining for release and the evidence of Gojo's own dripping out of his hole.

Not one to back down from a challenge, Nanami picked up a pen in between slides, resting the lid on his bottom lip and using it to push the soft flesh down slightly before letting it spring back up. He made sure to wet his lips far slower than he usually would, maximising the time his tongue licked over his bottom lip. Sparing a glance up, he saw what he knew to expect: all three sets of rapt eyes on him, retaining very little to no information coming out of his mouth.

They were too busy imagining the pen to be their cocks instead.

Just as he expected.

"I hope you've been paying attention, because I have a couple of questions of my own." He said, a wicked glint in his eye that only ever appeared when he went on the warpath after Gojo annoyed him.

"Name the client the entire previous slide was about."

Gojo opened his mouth to whine at the unfair treatment, already obviously hard in his slacks once again.

"Not technically a question." Sukuna muttered under his breath and Nanami had just enough self control in him left to stop himself diving across the table to hit him.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow at Gojo expectantly, as severe as one could be with a boner and cum leaking out their ass.

"Don't look at me like that baby, you can't expect us to concentrate when you're doing that!" He said, pouting and gesticulating wildly at the other two.

"Can you name the client?" He shot a pointed glare at Sukuna.

Gojo's mouth once again opened, but whatever words he was about to utter to the tune of 'unfairness' were swallowed with Toji and Sukuna both answering correctly in perfect tandem.

Nanami's face softened and his eyes lidded halfway.

"Good." He said, and his voice came out more of a purr than praise.

He straightened up again, clicking to the next slide and clearing his throat, hiding a victorious smirk from Gojo's huffy face.

"Fuck this." Sukuna growled from behind him, and it was all the warning the larger man afforded Nanami before he was out of his seat and round the table in the blink of an eye. He stood before Nanami, towering over him, one hand wrapped around his tie and the other on the edge of the table, caging Nanami in.

"You actually wanna finish that report or you want someone to make you cum? Your choice." He said, his voice an even deeper gravel than usual. It sent a wave of pure electricity through Nanami's veins, starting and ending in his core.

Nanami's hips twitched of their own volition, bumping their clothed cocks together and biting back another pathetic moan at the jolt of friction it caused.

Sukuna pulled on Nanami's tie, bringing the smaller man closer to his mouth to practically press his next words into his lips.

"You wanna cum, huh, blondie?"

Nanami nodded, not trusting his voice and wisely opting to ignore the stupid pet name in favour of getting fucked. Sukuna grinned, grabbing handfuls of his shirt and pulling, hard. Buttons flew everywhere, tinkling across the floor and table with the force.

In a couple hours time, when Nanami finally regained some semblance of self awareness and his brain returned to the vacuous horny gap between his ears it was currently vacationing from, he'd be outraged and indignant at the flagrant lack of respect for his clothing. But right now? With the man towering over him and grinding against him and making his mind pleasantly blank with the promise of what he can do?

Now all he could do was moan at the first whisper of a touch against his bare skin, chest glistening with sweat.

Nanami closed his eyes, chasing the man for a kiss as he moved back, grabbing his belt and undoing it for the second time that day. Once open, Sukuna's focus locked back to Nanami, his mouth in particular, and he dove in for a filthy kiss that was more a clashing of teeth and swapping spit than anything else.

It was wet, sloppy and filthy and everything Nanami's body had been crying out for since Gojo first touched him. Sukuna bit at his bottom lip and pulled just enough for a flicker of pain to register in his mouth before letting go and planting his lips against Nanami's jaw. From there, he trailed open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck where he knew was a sweet spot for him.

Nanami's knees buckled, held up only by the force of Sukuna's body pressing him back against the table. His abdomen twitched and his hips writhed with each kiss gradually growing in ferocity.

Gojo made a warning noise low in his throat and Sukuna pulled back.

"No marks. The only marks on him are mine." He said, his voice like steel and Nanami swore the temperature dropped several degrees with the ice in his glare. A quiet moan left Nanami at the jealous authority oozing out of Gojo's every pore.

Sukuna pressed a defiant kiss to Nanami's collarbone before straightening up entirely, shrugging in surrender.

Sufficiently warmed off his primary objective, Sukuna grabbed Nanami's hips and spun him around, pressing him against the dark wood just as Gojo had earlier.

Unlike Gojo, he wasted no time in undoing Nanami's slacks and yanking them down to his ankles, exposing his fucked out hole and the remnants of Gojo's cum spilling from him.

"Fuck." Sukuna whistled, pinging the leather bands of the shirt stays wrapped around Nanami's thighs, just tight enough for some of the meat on his thighs to bulge out. "I always forget you wear those. It's a treat every time."

Sukuna's hands slid from his ass all the way to his ankles, helping him kick off his shoes and step out of his clothes, before throwing them all into an unseen corner of the room.

He lifted one of Nanami's legs and swung it up onto the table, spreading him open even further and groaning as the movement caused more of Gojo's cum to spill from him.

Those big hands found his ass again, kneading and squeezing the plump flesh. Nanami hummed, not quite a moan, but close enough to it the longer Sukuna toyed with him.

As quickly as Gojo escalated their situation, Nanami was grateful to Sukuna for taking things a little slower, giving him what would no doubt be the only break he was afforded until they were fully done with him.

His body was not so patient. His cock had leaked so steadily a small wet patch formed on the lacquered wood beneath them. His eyes flickered to Gojo who was staring like a starved animal at his thick thighs and round ass on display. It was Toji who met his gaze, intense green on curious brown.

Nanami broke the spell their eye contact had them in, glancing down at the bulge in Toji's pants, wondering why he wasn't doing anything with it yet. He cocked his head, wordlessly beckoning the man over.

Toji smiled wide enough that the scar on his lips stretched as he slid over the table into the gap in the middle in front of Nanami, hissing as the blond's hands found his hips and pulled him in close enough to practically nuzzle at his hard cock through two layers of clothing.

"Damn. Been a while?" He asked, softer than expected as he smoothed a hand through sweat-mussed blond locks.

"Better not miss another meeting." Nanami warned, pushing himself up onto his elbows and fumbling with yet another stubborn belt.

Why all of them insisted on still wearing them for these meetings was beyond him. All they did was slow things down and piss him off with their innate stubbornness.

Toji took over for him and slid the belt clean out the loops, throwing it to whatever nebulous void his own clothes had ended up in.

He bent down quickly before Nanami had the chance to lay off his elbows, grabbing his chin with one hand and pulling him in for an unexpected kiss.

Toji kissed far more gently than Sukuna, and gentler still than Nanami was expecting, allowing the green eyed man to do whatever he wanted. He did the usual biting and nibbling at his bottom lip, swirling his tongue across Nanami's own and drawing breathy little moans out of him. But his methods were less frantic, more controlled. It made Nanami almost dizzy.

"I hope you're ready." Toji grinned, breaking the kiss just momentarily to tease him.

"For wh-" Nanami cut himself off with a loud, broken moan as Sukuna licked a broad stripe across his hole, lapping up Gojo's cum and wrapping a hand around his cock finally.

"For that." Toji kissed him again, this time with far less reverence and a lot more tongue and spit. Exactly the kiss he was used to receiving from the man.

Nanami moaned into Toji's mouth as Sukuna practically tongue fucked his ass. The two of them at once were instantly overwhelming, with Toji moving both hands to flick and toy at his nipples while he invaded his mouth.

"Hey, Kento. What were you saying about that client earlier?" Gojo teased from behind him, and if he had any free hands left that weren't clinging on to Sukuna's hair or Toji's neck, he'd have flipped the brat off.

Instead, he scrambled for the answer, everything just out of reach, thoughts scattering, neurons firing, skin alight with pleasure. Reduced to a whimpering mess leaking over the floor and drooling over Toji's mouth and the desk.

Toji stood up, wiping his mouth on his blazer sleeve and shucking it off, dropping it on the ground behind him and kicking it back farther still. He slid two fingers into Nanami's mouth while the other hand freed his erection and pumped it languidly.

He spread his fingers around Nanami's mouth, gathering salvia before pressing down and opening his mouth wider, letting the collected drool dribble onto his cock.

Heat blossomed inside Nanami, hanging frustratedly close to the edge and practically aching for it as he was played with at both ends. Treated like nothing more than a toy to them, he shuddered, and his cock twitched in Sukuna's hand.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat now, yeah? Open up." Toji said, as casually as someone would ask about the weather, or weekend plans. Regardless of his tone, Nanami obeyed, opening his mouth and looking up through his lashes at the taller man.

Toji grunted and Gojo hummed behind them.

"Love it when he does that." Gojo said, jealousy and desire dripping from his words.

"Need you a little wider." Toji said, stretching his fingers inside Nanami's mouth again with a grin and a nod to somewhere behind Nanami.

Hands grabbed his hips again as Sukuna fucked the tip of his cock into Nanami before slamming all the way inside him without warning, their skin connecting with a thunderous clap.

Nanami wailed with the shock and pleasure again as Sukuna got straight to work, snapping his hips like a machine and bullying into Nanami's prostate. He wasn't even aware he had stood up, too focused on Toji's cock mere inches from his face.

"That's it, perfect." Toji laughed, before stuffing his own cock in Nanami's awaiting mouth, using his jaw dropped surprise to slide home.

Nanami's moans were garbled, his voice thick with his own spit and Toji as the man in question curled one hand into his hair and started to thrust his hips shallowly, pushing deeper and deeper every time until he hit the back of Nanami's throat.

Sukuna moaned aloud.

"How have we never done it this way before? He's so fucking tight when he's sucking dick." He praised, running his hands over his ass and thighs as he kept up the pace with his hips. Toji tried to reply, but he made the mistake of glancving down at Nanami; his usually styled hair starting to fall, strands over his eyes with his cheeks hollowed around his cock and the entire bottom alf of his face covered in a shiny mixture of their combined spit and the words were lost to void - never to be uttered.

"I think he agrees with you." Gojo said, resting his chin on one hand and tilting his head to the side, an air of impartial amusement around him. As if he were a young emperor watching a particularly interesting piece of theatre. And in a way, he was.

Toji flipped the younger man off, before smirking and holding eye contact with him, purposeful and arrogant as he pushed his hips forward even farther, making a real show out of having Nanami deepthroat him - strong nose pressed against thick black hair. He pushed the fallen strands of hair out of Nanami's face to reveal the line of tears filling his glassy eyes as they both looked over at Gojo, cracking that carefully constructed impassivity.

Nanami struggled to breathe, black spots dancing in his vision as every jack-hammer thrust of Sukuna's hips into his prostate jostled him and pushed Toji's cock impossibly deeper into his throat. Add to that Gojo's tight jaw and white knuckled fist staring at him with electrifying lust and jealousy and he wasnt sure how he would survive the day.

His long overdue orgasm slammed into him with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs if it hadn't already been stolen. He clenched around Sukuna and thrashed against the dark wood desk, every atom united in overwhelming pleasure and the tears filling his waterline finally spilled. His cock twitched under the table, painting the floor at his feet white with cum.

He raised a weakened hand to tap twice at Toji's abdomen, just like they'd agreed, but Toji was quicker, pulling out and giving him time to breathe, watching as his chest heaved with the force of the air he was gulping down.

"You good?" Toji asked, his voice gruff.

Nanami nodded, looking up at him with a thoroughly ruined face. His skin was splotchy pink and shining with tears and spit and his entire upper body tensed as Sukuna fucked into him mercilessly, driving him straight through the aftershocks of his pwerful orgasm and right into overstimulation.

Toji grunted once, fisting his cock quickly, aiming directly at Nanami's face. His eyes raked over the rest of him just in time to watch Sukuna grin evilly back at him before grabbing Nanami's shirt and pulling at it until it was hanging off him almost entirely, before fashioning a rudimentary restraint with it. One that brought his arms up and behind his back and rendered him almost completely helpless. His slightly softened cock twitched in interest and he moaned, taken thoroughly by surpise at how quick his body readied for a second round. As well as how eagerly he opened his mouth and blinked up at Toji, letting his tongue poke out between his lips - an inexplicable shyness washing over him in his post orgasm clarity.

"Holy fuck, Finance." He laughed, breathy and in awe before slapping his heavy cock against Nanami's tongue. He slid the tip back and forth and Nanami curled his tongue around him, lapping at the silky skin.

Like that, it didn't take long for Toji to cum, spilling his seed inside Nanami's eager mouth, smearing streaks across his swollen lips and his cheeks when he closed his mouth to swallow.

He carded his hands through Nanami's hair before bending down to kiss him, licking his own cum from the corners of his mouth.

"Aren't you two adorable." Gojo cooed above them, patting their heads and grinning down at them. The corners of his mouth twitched up in a sort of intrigued appreciation at the sight of Toji on his knees in front of him.

Maybe another time.

"Tap out, my turn." Gojo said, hip checking Toji out the way and coming to stand in front of Nanami, wiping the last of Toji's cum off his face with his thumb before pushing it between his lips.

"Satoru." Nanami moaned around the digit in his mouth, and the sight and sound of it made Gojo waste no time in pulling his dick from his slacks and replacing his thumb with the tip of it.

Behind them, Sukuna had pulled out briefly and removed Nanami's shirt from him, muttering something before groaning in pain suddenly.

"Don't fucking kick me." He growled in response to Toji sliding under the desk and swiping at his ankle.

While the bickering amused Nanami, he mourned the emptiness once more, his well-fucked hole clenching lewdly around nothing.

He sighed, turning his main focus to Gojo, and how his thick cock filled up his mouth and throat so well, and how good his hands felt on his head and neck, easing the strain and allowing him to focus on making him feel good.

He fell into a rhythm, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue in time to Gojo's movements, just the way he knew he liked.

Nanami let himself sink into that hazy headspace again, feeding off of every moan falling from Gojo's lips and every twitch of his body. He was content, happy to focus on one man, totally forgetting about the nature of the other two in the room with them.

Which was his first mistake.

His second was not listening out to the shuffling behind him, or registering the hands on his ass, pulling him apart once more. Above him, Gojo huffed a shocked exhale of laughter and whistled under his breath.

Before Nanami could register it, strong hands grabbed at his hips and practically manhandled him, flipping him onto his back and lifting his legs off the ground, bending at the knee for Sukuna to step back between, feeding every inch of his cock back into him as a pair of soft, wet lips encompassed his own straining erection.

Sukuna's rhythm started once more, his hips pistoning in and out of him like a machine and Nanami cried out, ragged and wild as his entire body lit up with pleasure, all four limbs trembling with the force of it. He lifted his head, a herculean effort, and made eye contact with Toji, who was sucking on the tip of his cock like a damn candy.

Bright green eyes swam with mirth and he smirked, making a show of blinking at him through thick black eyelashes.

"Toji." He whined, his hips bucking uselessly from the almost unbearable dual sensation.

"Hey, how come you moan his name but not mine? Don't forget who's actually fucking you back here." Sukuna growled, his fingers digging into his thigh hard enough that his nails bit crescent moons into his skin, somehow managing to kick into an even hgiher gear, fucking him harder than he ever had before. His stamina was formidable, and Nanami knew that Sukuna could go for hours, which is what made him so dangerous and irresistable.

"Sukuna!" Nanami wailed. He had slurred the name, choking on a moan as his mouth opened then didn't close again, his head flopping back onto the desk - all strength sapped out of him as his body forced him to lay back and take everything he was given. And it was a lot.

He screwed his eyes shut, a litany of moans and curses and what sounded like they were supposed to be names falling from his mouth. His head flopped to one side and of course Gojo was there, coaxing his open mouth even wider before feeding his cock back inside.

"I know my own name, I'd rather have your mouth for this, instead."

Nanami couldn't keep his eyes open, every one of Sukuna's borderline animalistic thrusts made him moan around Gojo's cock and Toji's took his own thick cock even deeper into his mouth, unrefined and messy, the girth of it stretching his scar tight.

One of Gojo's hands found Nanami's nipples and he leaned forward, using the other to wrap around the back of Sukuna's neck, pulling him in for a filthy kiss, all spit and tongue and biting. The movement forced Nanami down into Toji's throat, which opened for him with ease and created a feedback loop of pleasure for all four of them.

It was the most intense thing they had attempted, and Nanami had lost his mind entirely, merely a vessel for pleasure, conducting it through his body and distributing it to the other three like lightning as he rapidly approached his second orgasm. His stomach almost cramped with the intensity and his hips bucked wildly.

He tried to warn the others, speech garbled by Gojo's cock, and the vibrations of it sent the other over the edge unexpectedly, burying himself to the hilt as he came down his throat. His hips faltered and stuttered and the hand still in Nanami's hair tightened as he spilled his load, desperately clinging onto Sukuna for support as he whined and panted into their kiss.

Nanami struggled to swallow it all, and when Gojo pulled out - breaking his kiss with Sukuna before overstimulation bit at him -, a bunch of it smeared across the blond's lips and cheek.

Sukuna bit his own kiss-swollen bottom lip and shifted all of his focus back to Nanami, hoisting one leg over his shoulder and stretching him wider than before, giving Toji a little space to breathe.

Nanami's body was a livewire, dangling on the precipice of the most intense climax of his life. Molten heat coiled in his stomach, tighter and tighter, seconds from snapping and coming undone. It threatened to ruin him.

"Toji, I-" He tried to warn the black haired man, his voice fucked out and barely above a whisper, going largely unhead over the thunderclaps of Sukuna's hips hitting his thighs with every thrust.

The knot in his stomach finally broke, and his orgasm crashed over him, his vision going white as pleasure exploded across every inch of his body. His mouth hung open in an utterly ruined cry and Toji barely popped off in time to watch him make a mess all over himself, his cock jumping and twitching with every white rope he painted his own chest and stomach with, some drops even catching his face with the intensity.

"Keep going," Gojo said to Sukuna. "We know he can take it."

It was the last thing Nanami heard before he blacked out.

He came to briefly a couple of times, catching hazy snippets of the men above him, changing positions each time as they fucked him back to consciousness. They cooed at him every time his eyes flickered back open, every time he stayed awake long enough to watch himself cum again, his mind almost disconnected from his body with how overwhelming everything was.

When they had had their initial discussion about limits, there was slight hesitation in the room when Nanami had mentioned that particular kink of his. But he saw none of that in the flashes of them using him he was awarded between unconsciousness.

His brain had melted, and he had no way of knowing how long it had been, or how much total time had elapsed, but he could feel his hole practically drooling cum with how full they had stuffed him, and he had know way of knowing how much of it belonged to who. The thought was terribly arousing for him, and it tipped him over into a fully dry orgasm, his body totally drained.

When he eventually awoke again - properly this time - it was to low lighting and soft bedding and a soft, familiar, caring hand stroking his hair and a cold compress on his ass.

"Satoru?" He asked, wincing at how utterly ruined his voice sounded, even at a whispered volume. He sounded just as wrecked as he felt, pain lancing through his entire body.

"I'm here, baby." Gojo said, shuffling down on the bed and putting his book on the bedside table, gingerly bringing the blonde in for a cuddle, careful not to jostle him.

"The guys ordered you food, I can heat it up if you're hungry."

Nanami nodded, but hunkered further down into the sheets and Gojo's warm embrace. He blinked, swallowing what felt like glass shards before blinking up at Gojo, who smiled at him before handing him a glass of water.

"You want them to come over for a bit just to hang?"

Nanami didnt even consider it, knowing how ungodly the bickering between Toji and Sukuna could be. That was the last thing he needed.

"Absolutely not." He said, finishing off the water and putting it on his own bedside table.

He pressed a row of kisses from Gojo's shoulder all the way up to his jaw and farther still, until he caputed his plush pink lips in a gentle, lingering peck.

"I brought your laptop home and told the night security we had a bit of a party upstairs and that I was taking you home drunk. They totally bought it."

Nanami winced, biting at Gojo's collarbone in frustration although he knew he had to acquiesce. Being carried out the office shit drunk was embarrassing, but far less scandalous than passing out after having been fucked by his boss and two of his colleagues.

"Did you-?"

"Film everything after you passed out? Of course, we can watch it once your ass has recovered."

Heat bloomed in Nanami's core, reflected on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. That in particular was Gojo's idea initially. But he ended up loving their pervy little watch parties, and looked forward to them every time.

"You're a degenerate." Nanami grumbled, hiding his blush against Gojo's neck and secretly delighting in his quiet puffs of laughter.

"I love you too, Kento."

His hands cradled Nanami's face and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Gojo leaned over behind himself and fumbled on the night stand for something. It took him a few attempts to find his phone and turn it on, hitting the screen a couple of times before turning it round to Nanami, who blinked owlishly at the bright light as he waited for his eyes to adjust.

When they did, he almost squawked in indignation, not quite believing what he saw.

"We broke the desk?!"