desk

"ahhh ahh gojo ahh please" desk screams getting pounded by his bbbigggg alpha Satoru Gojo

geto walks in astounded "satoru...." he cries.... "alpha.... you.... you're cheating on me!?!"

gojo gulps loud and tugs on his collar glancing f around the room "heh.... GULP (says it out loud) ........... well.... iiiii might be cheating and bu cheating i mean... heh... let's just say.... engaging in intercourse that goes beyond physical attraction and rather implies an emotional attachment to an individual whom i don't consider a romantic partner"

gojo considers the notion and nods in acknowledgement taking a seat in a Chair

omega desk, forgotten about, is promptly dropped to the floor as the pair begin to ponder the implications of cheating in modern society, it's impacts and prevalence

  the streetlights illuminating the path ahead of you in a soft orange glow, the tall buildings blocking out any sun that hadn’t disappeared yet, the almost-too-quiet silence that would occasionally be broken by the engines of cars, it all seemed too perfect. 

  what made it even more perfect, if possible, was your best friend walking beside you, oikawa tooru.