A mess of memories past

neither of them spoke, after all, both of the were men of less words then their subordinates, like satoru gojo.

your presence lingered in small, and undeniable ways.

the sparkly pink glitter pen you had put in the pen holder rest near nanami's desk. your writing on the whiteboard plastered at the front of the lab, that to-do list filled with doodles of bows, flowers, butterflies and terrible attempts at recreating their faces. the scent of your perfume, something soft, distracting and tempting, clung stubbornly to the air after you had sprayed it again to "get ready to conquer the metro". in your own words of course.

higuruma exhaled slowly, running his hand through his hair. "this... is getting ridiculous."

nanami didn't respond immediately, a noncommittal grunt left first. he straightened up, his gaze flickering to the doorway where you disappeared though.

"....agreed." nanami paused, for almost too long before saying anything.

it wasn't just today, but today was the nail in the coffin. it had been building, for weeks at this point. cramming on the subway together, your body sandwiched between the two of them. every jolt had sent you pressing against them even harder than before, and fuck, they were gentlemen. but gentlemen are are no better then men. they just... exercise more restraint.

but even they had their limits too.

nanami loosened his tie, a sloppy motion for what many people considered a precise man. but it did nothing to ease the tension sitting heavy inside of him.

"you're distracted, kento." higuruma muttered, but there was no real malice or bite to it.

"who wouldn't be with... that around you." nanami's expression didn't change.

silence settled over them again, but it didn't feel right. the air was still too charged, filled with words that they won't dare to speak but already know they want to say.

higuruma broke the silence first.

"i'm going to say something,” he murmured, voice flat but tinged with that slight roughness from hours of work. “hopefully... you will not comment on it..”

"that is highly unlikely, given our circumstances."

a beat where neither dared to say anything.

higuruma exhaled again, his time more drawn out. his hand dragged down his face like he was already regretting this.

"when she spilled the water earlier, her blouse was white."

"i am aware of that, hiromi."

"then, i don't have to explain why i haven't be able to focus for the past hour." higuruma shifted in his seat, his cock betraying whatever ounce of dignity he had left. he felt that traitorous tightening in his pants.

"it was pink. with those lace flowers. i'd say she has impeccable taste if it wasn't for how... tempting she is." nanami groans, leaning back into his chair now, also feeling that same traitorous tightening.

"she wore that cherry lipgloss too. the one with glitter." higuruma's jaw tightened after the admission, like it physically pained him to do so.

nanami taps his finger against his thigh, an absent rhythm on his slacks as his gaze fixed somewhere near the door. after a moment, nanami's voice comes softer, almost hesitant, as if the idea just slipped out before he could stop it.

"do you think.. perhaps she gets herself off to us?"

higurumas eyes blow just the tiniest bit wider. "what?"

"i don't want to repeat myself."

higurumas exhales, debating his words carefully. "she seems.. too proper to do something like that."

nanami takes a sharp sinking further into his chair, the words coming out somewhat choked, "she's so beautiful, and i want to do things i know i shouldn't say."

"she'd look so beautiful falling apart for us." higuruma lets the words slip out before he can stop them.

and now they're at a standstill, neither of them speaking. because they're picturing it in full detail.

your cute thighs trembling around them, your voice breaking from moaning so much that you can't even say their names properly, gripping at their shirts and scratching them whenever you can because it's just too much for you and you don't know how else to take it out.

would your eyes be glossy with unshed tears from how good it felt? or would your lips be swollen from how hard they kissed you. even better yet, would your cute little clit poke out from the hood? so they could rub on until you were mewling and pushing their hands away?

they both don't realize their hands have drifted to their laps until nanami clears his throat.

"we're never speaking of this again." he grumbles, fumbling with the buckle of his belt, unzipping his slacks, pulling down his boxers and letting his cock free. "agreed." higuruma follows suit, letting how own aching cock spring free.

they both wrap their hands around their own cocks. higuruma lets out a low hiss between his teeth as he slowly strokes from the tip to the base. nanami's breathing becomes more strained with with his head tilted back and his eyelids fluttering shut as he eases into it. he jerks slowly, lazily at first, easing himself into it.

higuruma thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line now oozing with precum. his stroking spreads it all over his shaft,

they jerk off in unision, without meaning too at first, their pace slowly picking up, getting used to the heat, the rhythm the shared ache, all for you. the room is fill with the sound of precum smearing under their hands, the dull buzz of the outside world forgotten. all they can think about is you.

"she'd be so pretty choking on our cocks." higuruma grunts, his own hips beginning to meet his hands through the rhythmic fap! fap! fap! sounds.

"her pretty face would be all ruined, i can just imagine her makeup all smudged, gagging all over our lengths." nanami groans, his free hand coming up to toy with his tip.

"wanna eat her cute pussy, i bet she'd taste like heaven." higuruma bites down on his moan.

"imagine her between us? riding your face while i fuck her throat. nothing in that pretty little head of her's besides us."

"kento... don't." his voice breaks now, the thought too much for even him,

nanami falls apart first, surprisingly, spilling hot spurts of cum into his hand, he shudders at the sensation, breathless through the shock of it all.

higuruma wasn't far behind, spills all over his own wrist, his hand still moving up and down lazily through it all.

the lab is silent again, apart from their ragged breathing.

"we take this to the grave." nanami mumbled and he scooted in his chair to where there were tissues.

"she.. cannot know." higuruma nods along, also grabbing a few tissues from a box nearby and cleaning himself up.

(they both stroked themselves again later that night, whether it was to the thought of you, or the situation.. well? i guess we'll never know.)

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