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My nanami x gojo x higuruma love triangle fic on Ao3 🫶⬇️

Just as they were about to leave, Nanami paused. “I need to use the restroom before we head out,” he said, his expression unchanged as always.

“Take your time,” Gojo replied casually, waving him off. “I’ll be right here.”

Nanami nodded, adjusting his tie slightly before heading toward the restroom, leaving Gojo alone at the table. As soon as Nanami was out of sight, Gojo leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily. The café’s soft murmur surrounded him, and he found himself idly scanning the room, his thoughts wandering.

Then, a faint buzz drew his attention. Nanami’s phone, left on the table, lit up with a message notification. Gojo glanced down, curious. The name on the screen caught his eye: New message from Higuruma Hiromi.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Higuruma? He didn’t recognize the name. His curiosity piqued even further when he read the message preview: “Everything alright?” Shortly after, another message appeared: “This case is so exhausting..”

Gojo leaned back in his chair, his expression tightening for a moment as his fingers tapped lightly against the table. Who’s this Higuruma? The tone of the texts didn’t feel entirely professional, and Gojo found himself wondering what kind of relationship Nanami had with this person.

Just as Gojo’s thoughts were starting to wander deeper, he saw Nanami returning from the restroom, his usual composed expression firmly in place. Gojo quickly glanced away from the phone, pretending he hadn’t noticed anything.

Nanami approached the table and casually picked up his phone, glancing at the messages for a brief second before slipping it into his pocket without saying a word.

“All good?” Gojo asked, his voice light and teasing, though a flicker of curiosity remained in his eyes.

Nanami gave a short nod. “Let’s go.”

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Higuruma’s hands were no longer content to rest idly. His fingers began to move, trailing down Nanami’s chest with a languid, unhurried pace, savoring the feel of each muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. As his hand slid lower, he tugged at the hem of Nanami’s shirt, his fingers slipping underneath and brushing against Nanami’s bare skin.

The sudden contact of Higuruma’s warm hand on his skin made Nanami shudder, his breath catching in his throat. His grip on Higuruma’s back tightened as he instinctively pulled him closer, the need for more, for deeper contact, becoming overwhelming. His forehead pressed briefly against Higuruma’s shoulder, his body leaning into the warmth and solidity of the man in front of him.

Higuruma’s hand, now beneath Nanami’s shirt, began to explore with more purpose. His fingers spread wide as he ran them up Nanami’s abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath his touch. When his hand reached Nanami’s chest, his thumb grazed across one of his nipples, eliciting a quiet gasp from Nanami, who arched into the touch without thinking.

“You feel so good,” Higuruma whispered, his breath warm against Nanami’s lips as he paused to press a slow, lingering kiss against the corner of Nanami’s mouth. His hand continued its journey, fingers tracing lazy circles around Nanami’s chest, feeling the way his skin heated under his touch. There was no rush, just a quiet intensity as Higuruma reveled in the way Nanami’s body responded to him.

Nanami’s breath hitched, his hands sliding down to grip Higuruma’s waist, fingers flexing and digging slightly into the soft fabric of his shirt. The closeness, the feel of Higuruma’s hands on his bare skin—it was too much and not enough all at once. He leaned back slightly, his head falling against the door with a quiet thud, eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him.

Higuruma’s lips quirked into a faint smile as he watched Nanami come undone beneath his touch. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the hollow of Nanami’s throat, his lips lingering there, feeling the rapid thrum of Nanami’s pulse beneath his skin. “I love how you respond to me.”

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Higuruma shifted slightly in his seat and turned toward Nanami, his dark eyes meeting his. “That was a really nice evening,” he said softly, his voice warm and sincere. “Thanks for coming along, Nanami. I hope I didn’t waste your time.”

Nanami blinked, surprised by the sentiment. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, and he shook his head, his voice calm but carrying a warmth he hadn’t expected. “No, not at all. It was my pleasure, really. I enjoyed your company.” The words were simple, but there was an underlying current to them, something unspoken yet understood between them.

Higuruma held his gaze for a beat longer, his eyes searching Nanami’s face. There was a quiet intensity in his expression, one that Nanami couldn’t ignore. It made the air between them feel charged, as though something significant lingered just beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged. Nanami’s breath caught for a moment as he felt the shift.

Then Higuruma leaned in, his voice dropping lower, softer, but unmistakably intimate as he spoke near Nanami’s ear. “Nanami…”

The sound of his name, spoken so softly and so close, sent a shiver down Nanami’s spine. His heart raced, the space between them suddenly feeling smaller, more intimate than before. He could feel the warmth of Higuruma’s breath on his skin, and it was almost too much to take.

And then, Higuruma’s voice, almost a whisper, came again. “I like when you call me ‘sir.’”

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Gojo sighed, running a hand through his white hair, as if trying to smooth out the memory. “The man who killed her, Toji Fushiguro… he had a son.”

Nanami’s eyes flickered with surprise. “A son?”

Gojo nodded. “Yeah, Megumi. After I killed Toji, the Zenin clan was going to take him in—use him like a tool, the way they do with anyone they can control.” He paused, his expression darkening. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. “So, what did you do?”

Gojo leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with the intensity that sometimes broke through his laid-back demeanor. “I took care of him. Made sure the Zenins couldn’t have him. He didn’t know what kind of power he had back then, but I saw it. And I wasn’t going to let him get dragged into that mess.”

Nanami listened closely, understanding the gravity of the situation. “So you’ve been looking out for him all this time?”

Gojo nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. “Yeah. He’s a smart kid—sharp, tough. He doesn’t talk much, keeps a lot to himself, but he’s got potential. I made sure he got into Jujutsu High when the time was right.”

Nanami considered this for a moment, impressed but unsurprised that Gojo would step in like that. “And how is he now?”

Gojo’s smile widened, pride evident in his voice. “He’s doing great. He’s already learned to use the Ten Shadows Technique— Megumi’s strong, but he’s also got a good heart.”

Nanami was genuinely impressed by Gojo. He hadn’t expected this level of responsibility from him—taking Megumi under his wing, protecting him from the Zenins, and guiding him into his potential. It was a side of Gojo that few ever saw, a maturity that Nanami hadn’t thought possible.

He studied Gojo for a moment, a subtle shift in his perception of the man before him. Gojo had always been powerful, confident, almost untouchable in his carefree arrogance. But this... this was different. It wasn’t just about strength or talent anymore—Gojo had taken on the responsibility of shaping a young life, of shielding Megumi from a dark future.

“You’ve really grown up, Gojo,” Nanami finally said, his tone even but carrying a weight of respect that hadn’t been there before.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Coming from you, Nanami, I’ll take that as the highest compliment.”

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“All good?” Gojo asked, his voice light and teasing, though a flicker of curiosity remained in his eyes.

Nanami gave a short nod. “Let’s go.”

The two of them stepped outside, the cool evening air washing over them as they walked side by side. The city streets were alive with the usual nighttime bustle, but a quiet tension hung between them—subtle but present.

“I need to catch my train,” Nanami said, glancing at his phone. “It arrives in 10 minutes.”

“Alright,” Gojo responded, his usual casual tone lifting slightly. “So, we’ll meet again on Saturday?”

Nanami didn’t respond immediately. He paused for a moment, standing there in the cool evening air as he adjusted his tie, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he were weighing something carefully in his mind. The lights from the street lamps cast long shadows around them, the sounds of the city fading slightly into the background. After a beat, he finally spoke, his voice steady and composed as ever. “Yeah.”

Gojo’s lips curled into a grin, clearly pleased by the confirmation. “Alright then, see you on Saturday,” he said lightly, his usual playfulness still present, but there was a subtle undertone, something a bit more genuine.

With a fluid gesture, Gojo pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his head. “Thank you,” he said, his voice softer than usual, carrying a rare undertone of sincerity. “This really means a lot to me.”

Nanami hadn’t often seen Gojo’s eyes—usually concealed behind sunglasses or a blindfold—but now, facing him, Nanami was struck by how vivid they were. His blue eyes were even more piercing than he remembered, glowing with an intensity that was hard to ignore. It wasn’t something Nanami would normally focus on, but in this moment, there was no denying the depth and brightness that had gone unnoticed before.

Quickly, Nanami averted his gaze, not wanting to linger on the thought too long. Gojo had always had a way of drawing attention, and Nanami wasn’t keen on letting himself get swept up in it.

“I have to go now,” Nanami said, his tone firm but laced with the same steady calm as always. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and began walking toward the train station, his footsteps purposeful on the pavement. The night air was crisp, and the sounds of the city hummed quietly in the background.

He was about to round the corner, but an unexplainable tug stopped him mid-step. An urge he couldn’t quite explain made him glance back over his shoulder, searching for one last glimpse of Gojo.

But the spot where they'd stood was empty. Gojo was already gone.

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Nanami froze for a moment as Higuruma stepped closer, his words still lingering in the air between them. “Last night was nice,” Higuruma said, his voice calm yet filled with a warmth that caught Nanami off guard. “I just wanted to thank you again for... everything.”

The memory of the kiss flashed in Nanami’s mind. He could still feel the weight of Higuruma’s lips, the undeniable heat between them. But now, standing in the quiet room, the reality of what had happened felt heavier. He shifted uncomfortably, his thoughts jumbled. The words were stuck in his throat, but he forced himself to speak.

“It was…” Nanami began, his voice steady, though there was a slight tension beneath the surface. “But the kiss… I don’t know if it was a good idea.” He met Higuruma’s gaze, his brow furrowing slightly. “I work for you, and you’re my boss. What happens if someone finds out? This could get complicated.” The worry had been gnawing at him since the moment they parted the night before, and now that they were face to face, he couldn’t push it aside any longer.

Higuruma paused, studying Nanami’s face with a thoughtful expression. For a moment, the air between them felt even thicker, charged with the weight of the conversation. But then, Higuruma’s lips curved into a small, amused smile. He stepped closer, just enough for his presence to feel magnetic, drawing Nanami in without even trying.

“Nanami,” Higuruma said, his tone calm yet tinged with amusement. “Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?” His voice dropped a little lower, a subtle edge to his words. “This is my firm. I decide how things run here, and I’m not one to follow anyone else’s rules when it comes to things like this. I’m not exactly conservative when it comes to relationships... and I didn’t think you were either.”

Nanami blinked, taken aback by Higuruma’s bluntness. The casual confidence, the way he brushed off the potential consequences, left Nanami unsure how to respond. He’d expected hesitation—maybe even a conversation about boundaries—but Higuruma seemed completely unfazed by the implications of what had happened between them.

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Nanami froze for a moment as Higuruma stepped closer, his words still lingering in the air between them. “Last night was nice,” Higuruma said, his voice calm yet filled with a warmth that caught Nanami off guard. “I just wanted to thank you again for... everything.”

The memory of the kiss flashed in Nanami’s mind. He could still feel the weight of Higuruma’s lips, the undeniable heat between them. But now, standing in the quiet room, the reality of what had happened felt heavier. He shifted uncomfortably, his thoughts jumbled. The words were stuck in his throat, but he forced himself to speak.

“It was…” Nanami began, his voice steady, though there was a slight tension beneath the surface. “But the kiss… I don’t know if it was a good idea.” He met Higuruma’s gaze, his brow furrowing slightly. “I work for you, and you’re my boss. What happens if someone finds out? This could get complicated.” The worry had been gnawing at him since the moment they parted the night before, and now that they were face to face, he couldn’t push it aside any longer.

Higuruma paused, studying Nanami’s face with a thoughtful expression. For a moment, the air between them felt even thicker, charged with the weight of the conversation. But then, Higuruma’s lips curved into a small, amused smile. He stepped closer, just enough for his presence to feel magnetic, drawing Nanami in without even trying.

“Nanami,” Higuruma said, his tone calm yet tinged with amusement. “Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?” His voice dropped a little lower, a subtle edge to his words. “This is my firm. I decide how things run here, and I’m not one to follow anyone else’s rules when it comes to things like this. I’m not exactly conservative when it comes to relationships... and I didn’t think you were either.”

Nanami blinked, taken aback by Higuruma’s bluntness. The casual confidence, the way he brushed off the potential consequences, left Nanami unsure how to respond. He’d expected hesitation—maybe even a conversation about boundaries—but Higuruma seemed completely unfazed by the implications of what had happened between them.

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“God, look at you,” Higuruma murmured, his voice thick with desire, a rough edge lacing his words. “Already falling apart, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for a response. His lips moved to Nanami’s other nipple, repeating the same torturous teasing, this time teasing it with soft, deliberate pressure, his mouth warm and lingering. A deep, throaty groan escaped Nanami’s lips, and Higuruma grinned against his skin, the sound sending a wave of satisfaction through him. His fingers tightened gently on Nanami’s heated flesh, savoring the way he responded, every reaction fueling his control.

Higuruma continued his journey downward, his lips and tongue tracing every muscle of Nanami’s abdomen, savoring the feel of the warm skin beneath his mouth. When he reached Nanami’s navel, he paused, his tongue flicking playfully inside, drawing out another soft moan. Nanami’s breathing grew ragged, his muscles tightening as the anticipation built, his hips lifting slightly, silently begging for more.

“Lower.” Nanami muttered, his voice firm yet thick with need, his fingers gripping Higuruma’s hair. “Please.”

And Higuruma obliged.

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"Leaving so soon, Nanami?" Gojo called out, his voice carrying a sharp undertone.

Nanami paused, his suitcase in hand. "Yes, Gojo. I’m leaving."

Gojo pushed himself off the tree and strolled over, his hands in his pockets. "And where exactly are you going?" he asked, the smile not reaching his eyes.

"To a normal life," Nanami replied. "I’ve taken a job as a salaryman."

Gojo's expression darkened. "A salaryman, huh? That's quite the downgrade from exorcising curses."

"That’s the point," Nanami said, his voice steady. "I need a break from all of this. The constant danger, the loss... it’s too much. I want something stable, something predictable."

Gojo's jaw clenched, a rare sign of his anger. "You think you can just walk away? Turn your back on everything we've fought for?"

Nanami met Gojo's glare with calm determination. "I'm not turning my back. I'm choosing to live. This life—our life—it wears you down. You might not feel it, Gojo, but I do."

"You think I don't feel it?" Gojo snapped, his voice rising. "We all feel it, Nanami. But we don’t run away. We face it head-on because that's what it means to be a sorcerer."

"I'm not running away," Nanami said quietly. "I'm choosing a different path. For my sanity, for my life."

Gojo stared at him for a long moment, the anger simmering beneath the surface. Finally, he took a step back, his expression unreadable behind his sunglasses. "Fine. Go live your normal life. But don’t expect the world of curses to just disappear."

"I know that," Nanami replied. "And if the time comes, I’ll be back."

Gojo shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Take care of yourself, Nanami. And don't be a stranger."

"I won’t," Nanami said, a small, genuine smile forming on his lips. "Take care, Gojo."

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“Leaving already?” Nanami asked, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity, as he stepped into the lobby.

Higuruma turned his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Almost,” he replied smoothly, meeting Nanami’s eyes with that same calm intensity. “I’ve got a meeting with two lawyers tonight. We’re going over some details for an upcoming case… thought a bar would make for a better setting than the office.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow in interest just as the elevator arrived with a soft ding. The polished metal doors slid open, and the two men stepped inside together. The confined space brought an unspoken tension between them to the surface, something that had been lingering in their interactions ever since Nanami started at the firm. The air felt charged, their every movement seemingly amplified in the quiet hum of the elevator.

As they stood side by side, Nanami could feel Higuruma’s gaze shift toward him, even if only for a moment. There was something about the way his eyes lingered—subtle, yet noticeable enough to make Nanami’s pulse quicken. He felt the warmth rise to his cheeks and silently willed himself to stay composed. Am I blushing? He glanced at the panel of buttons, pretending to focus on something other than the proximity between them.

After a moment, Higuruma spoke again, his voice low and measured. “You know, if you’re not busy tonight, you could join us. It’d be a good chance to meet some of the other lawyers. Plus, if it goes late, I can make sure you don’t have to rush in tomorrow morning.” There was an inviting tone to his words, professional yet with an undertone of something more personal, more… .

Nanami blinked, surprised by the invitation. His mind raced, trying to process the implications. Is this a good idea? What should I wear? And who exactly are these people? But despite his reservations, there was something undeniably tempting about the offer—something beyond the professional networking opportunity.

Before he could second-guess himself, Nanami found himself nodding. “Sure, I’d like that,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was the idea of meeting the lawyers that intrigued him or the prospect of spending more time around Higuruma.

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But Higuruma wasn’t done. His lips immediately found their way to Nanami’s neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, moving slowly, teasingly downward. His breath was hot against Nanami’s skin, making him shiver as Higuruma paused to nip gently at the sensitive spot just below his ear. A low, quiet gasp escaped Nanami’s lips, his fingers twitching against Higuruma’s arms in response to the teasing bite.

With a smirk, Higuruma leaned in closer, his mouth hovering right next to Nanami’s ear. He blew a soft breath against it, the sensation sending another involuntary shiver through Nanami’s body. Higuruma chuckled darkly at the reaction, clearly enjoying how every little touch seemed to drive Nanami wild.

“You’re so sensitive,” Higuruma whispered, his voice low and rough as his lips found their way back to Nanami’s neck, kissing and licking at the tender skin. He pressed his teeth into Nanami’s skin, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to truly hurt, just enough to make Nanami squirm beneath him.

Higuruma's lips trailed slowly down Nanami’s chest, each kiss deliberate, wet, and hungry. He wasn’t in a hurry—he savored the way Nanami’s body reacted to every touch, the subtle rise and fall of his breath as anticipation built. When he reached Nanami’s nipples, he paused, letting his breath hover over one before flicking his tongue out in a slow, tantalizing swirl.

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Nanami Kento has been living the life of a salaryman for nine years. Despite his settled routine, he finds himself increasingly drawn to a compassionate lawyer he recently met.

However, Nanami is also haunted by his past, particularly by unresolved feelings for the strongest sorcerer.

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“You’re beautiful,” Higuruma murmured softly, his voice low and filled with appreciation. His fingers lingered on Nanami’s chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples with a teasing touch before sliding down, following the curve of his abs.

Higuruma’s breath was hot against Nanami’s neck as his fingers continued their slow, torturous exploration. The tension between them was thick, almost suffocating, as Higuruma leaned in even closer, his voice a low, sultry whisper.

"Tell me what you want, Nanami."

Nanami’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his chest heaving as the words sank into him. His body ached with desire, every nerve on fire from the teasing touches Higuruma was doling out, just enough to drive him wild but not enough to satisfy the burning need coursing through him.

"Touch me… more," Nanami breathed out, his voice raw, strained with want.

Higuruma’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. His fingers trailed lower, skimming just above the waistband of Nanami’s pants, teasing but not quite giving in yet. He let the silence hang for a moment, drawing out the anticipation as he waited for Nanami to surrender completely.

"Say the word," Higuruma urged, his tone soft but commanding, filled with promise. His fingers dipped slightly beneath the waistband, just enough to make Nanami’s breath hitch in his throat.

"Please..." Nanami whispered, his voice trembling, rough with unspoken desire.

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When Friday finally arrived, Nanami finished his workday with a sense of resolve. He left the office promptly, heading towards Higuruma's law firm. The building was a sleek, modern structure that stood out in the bustling cityscape. As he entered, he felt a sense of professional calm and purpose.

The receptionist greeted him with a warm smile and directed him to the elevator that would take him to the top floor. Nanami arrived to find Higuruma waiting for him in the lobby of the firm's offices.

Higuruma had a striking presence, his neatly styled dark hair framing a face that was both handsome and composed. He wore a sleek, charcoal-gray suit that fit him perfectly, accentuating his tall, athletic build. His demeanor was calm and assured, exuding a quiet confidence. As he smiled at Nanami, his intense eyes revealed a mix of intelligence and warmth that immediately drew Nanami in.

"Nanami, welcome," Higuruma said, extending his hand. "It's good to see you."

"Thank you," Nanami replied, shaking his hand. As their hands met, a spark of electricity shot up Nanami's arm, causing his breath to hitch slightly. When he looked up and met Higuruma's intense gaze, he felt a flush spread across his cheeks. He tried to tell himself it was just nerves, but the truth was undeniable—he found Higuruma irresistibly captivating, and the realization made his heart race.

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Then, a faint buzz drew his attention. Nanami’s phone, left on the table, lit up with a message notification. Gojo glanced down, curious. The name on the screen caught his eye: New message from Higuruma Hiromi.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Higuruma? He didn’t recognize the name. His curiosity piqued even further when he read the message preview: “Everything alright?” Shortly after, another message appeared: “This case is so exhausting..”

Gojo leaned back in his chair, his expression tightening for a moment as his fingers tapped lightly against the table. Who’s this Higuruma? The tone of the texts didn’t feel entirely professional, and Gojo found himself wondering what kind of relationship Nanami had with this person.

Just as Gojo’s thoughts were starting to wander deeper, he saw Nanami returning from the restroom, his usual composed expression firmly in place. Gojo quickly glanced away from the phone, pretending he hadn’t noticed anything.

Nanami approached the table and casually picked up his phone, glancing at the messages for a brief second before slipping it into his pocket without saying a word.

“All good?” Gojo asked, his voice light and teasing, though a flicker of curiosity remained in his eyes.

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Higuruma’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. His fingers trailed lower, skimming just above the waistband of Nanami’s pants, teasing but not quite giving in yet. He let the silence hang for a moment, drawing out the anticipation as he waited for Nanami to surrender completely.

"Say the word," Higuruma urged, his tone soft but commanding, filled with promise. His fingers dipped slightly beneath the waistband, just enough to make Nanami’s breath hitch in his throat.

Nanami’s hands gripped Higuruma’s arms, his knuckles white from the effort to hold himself together. The teasing, the control—it was driving him mad. He wanted to feel more, to let go of the tension building inside him. His eyes met Higuruma’s, wide and dark with desire, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please..." Nanami whispered, his voice trembling, rough with unspoken desire. "Touch me more... I need it, please."

Higuruma’s hand moved lower, the heat between them intensifying with each deliberate motion. He could feel the tension in Nanami’s body, the way his breath hitched as Higuruma’s fingers reached the waistband of his underwear. Instead of diving right in, Higuruma let his hand glide over the fabric, hovering just above Nanami’s cock, teasing him with the slightest touch.

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