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bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
gutties) wrote in bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
Oi—
[ there's something bashful and agitated he's about to say that makes the high points of that angular face look freshly sun-kissed; Gojou is embarrassing even at his best, and that isn't exactly what Getou brings out of him. whatever it was, however, is lost to the startled, loud and lusty moan that accompanies the plunge of Gojou's tongue: an unchecked thing he only has the sense to inhibit after it's too late, his hand going to his mouth in disbelief. his expression wars between scandalized and god, fuck, the absolute sear of pleasure that comes with it. he's — tender, stretched and used, and the warm balm of his tongue is better than any salve he could imagine. it licks into him with instant relief, and his body only has that one clench of surprise... ]
[ before he becomes buttery and smooth, staying loose and open for him, insides malleable and soft and yielding to every lash and lick of wet heat. ]
[ a knee tightens, drawing him in where his calf and ankle and heel stretch down his back; his head falls back, brows pinched, mouth freed and ajar in panting, staving off any vocalizations with renewed caution. that hand on his mouth has crept back down, hooked around the column of Gojou's neck, and begun to knead. ]
S... Satoru... haha, mmmn, you're incredible...
[ the hook of limb over shoulder has left him slightly tilted as is; his elbow has found an empty spot in the table to root him. his other fingers are in Gojou's hair, petting feverishly, working down his nape with kneading fingers, into the back of his shirt just to rake blunt nails up his back again. his cock hangs between his belly and thigh, half-sloped with an uncertain spent arousal, and the shuddering surprise of Gojou's mouth on him has worked out a few last drops that had been abandoned down his shaft. every time he can't resist the delicious roll of his hips into him, his dick drags lovingly just beneath a hip. ]
Keep going... there's just a little more... you were so deep when you came inside me...
[ there's something bashful and agitated he's about to say that makes the high points of that angular face look freshly sun-kissed; Gojou is embarrassing even at his best, and that isn't exactly what Getou brings out of him. whatever it was, however, is lost to the startled, loud and lusty moan that accompanies the plunge of Gojou's tongue: an unchecked thing he only has the sense to inhibit after it's too late, his hand going to his mouth in disbelief. his expression wars between scandalized and god, fuck, the absolute sear of pleasure that comes with it. he's — tender, stretched and used, and the warm balm of his tongue is better than any salve he could imagine. it licks into him with instant relief, and his body only has that one clench of surprise... ]
[ before he becomes buttery and smooth, staying loose and open for him, insides malleable and soft and yielding to every lash and lick of wet heat. ]
[ a knee tightens, drawing him in where his calf and ankle and heel stretch down his back; his head falls back, brows pinched, mouth freed and ajar in panting, staving off any vocalizations with renewed caution. that hand on his mouth has crept back down, hooked around the column of Gojou's neck, and begun to knead. ]
S... Satoru... haha, mmmn, you're incredible...
[ the hook of limb over shoulder has left him slightly tilted as is; his elbow has found an empty spot in the table to root him. his other fingers are in Gojou's hair, petting feverishly, working down his nape with kneading fingers, into the back of his shirt just to rake blunt nails up his back again. his cock hangs between his belly and thigh, half-sloped with an uncertain spent arousal, and the shuddering surprise of Gojou's mouth on him has worked out a few last drops that had been abandoned down his shaft. every time he can't resist the delicious roll of his hips into him, his dick drags lovingly just beneath a hip. ]
Keep going... there's just a little more... you were so deep when you came inside me...
[ gojo doesn't have much in the way of shame.
when getou starts being particularly hedonistic in his wants, gojo is more than happy to meet him where he is, legs spread and throat keening loud enough that he's positive someone outside of this room hears it. oh well, he'll leave a good tip for the trouble they cause.
there's no stopping him now, anyway. getou is burning up before him, and gojo's ready to roll around in the ashes of his good manners. he buries his face flush when that knee and heel pull him in, groaning low and warm against the fever heat of getou's thighs. the praise is good - it always is, and getou must know that he'll only be more determined between those soft petals of praise and the urgent fingers in his hair, under the curve of his skull to scratch underneath his hair - one of his favorite ways for getou to show appreciation.
getou says, just a little more, and gojo obeys with a warm purr. long fingers hook around the meat of those firm, muscled thighs before gojo pulls back, tongue still hanging out of his mouth as he drops down to the floor on his back. he tugs getou off the table with a rattle of china to sit on his face, bracing his hips as he plunges back into the smooth heat. hungry teeth graze at the rim, and a hand slides up his thigh, along the tight line of getou's stomach to press there at gojo licks him open, sucks down every last drop of what he left inside, drool dribbling down a corner of his mouth.
when he's sure he's taken full advantage of the meal, followed getou's command to the letter, he moves from beneath him, dragging getou into his lap and arms before he can topple in one direction or the other. the silk of his kimono is retrieved from the floor, and gojo drapes it over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to getou's jaw and neck. ] What do you think? Good first date so far, huh~
when getou starts being particularly hedonistic in his wants, gojo is more than happy to meet him where he is, legs spread and throat keening loud enough that he's positive someone outside of this room hears it. oh well, he'll leave a good tip for the trouble they cause.
there's no stopping him now, anyway. getou is burning up before him, and gojo's ready to roll around in the ashes of his good manners. he buries his face flush when that knee and heel pull him in, groaning low and warm against the fever heat of getou's thighs. the praise is good - it always is, and getou must know that he'll only be more determined between those soft petals of praise and the urgent fingers in his hair, under the curve of his skull to scratch underneath his hair - one of his favorite ways for getou to show appreciation.
getou says, just a little more, and gojo obeys with a warm purr. long fingers hook around the meat of those firm, muscled thighs before gojo pulls back, tongue still hanging out of his mouth as he drops down to the floor on his back. he tugs getou off the table with a rattle of china to sit on his face, bracing his hips as he plunges back into the smooth heat. hungry teeth graze at the rim, and a hand slides up his thigh, along the tight line of getou's stomach to press there at gojo licks him open, sucks down every last drop of what he left inside, drool dribbling down a corner of his mouth.
when he's sure he's taken full advantage of the meal, followed getou's command to the letter, he moves from beneath him, dragging getou into his lap and arms before he can topple in one direction or the other. the silk of his kimono is retrieved from the floor, and gojo drapes it over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to getou's jaw and neck. ] What do you think? Good first date so far, huh~
At least to sit on, [ Clint replies with a shrug and a grin. He follows Gladio back into the house so that he can strip as well. ]
[ there's always more strength in those arms than there seems to be. of course, he doesn't offer any resistance, slithering off of the table, palms catching him on the tatami above Gojou's head with the forward pitch. that mouth finds him again and he hisses, pleased, rolling his hips in time with that plush mouth. he's up on his knees after a moment, body weight adding more force to gravity — ]
[ and he can feel it in a shivery trickle against his walls, down down down until it's lapped up by Gojou's eager tongue. he stays there longer, just to be sure, and Getou is but he's thankful for it anyway, relishing in those excess moments of unnecessary tenderness to wring out all the joy they can muster. he would collapse into a seat on the floor without Gojou's guidance, but being back in his lap just reminds him of how full he was earlier... ]
[ how full Gojou hasn't been. ]
God, yes. [ is the breathy, sweaty response he offers in return, happy and dazed and half-cloaked, arms around Gojou's shoulders like he doesn't want to let go. ...something blooms back into awareness in his eyes as he looks at him, but can't resist licking the taste of him off of his lips before he addresses it. ]
Let's eat, and then I'll give you your gift. [ something about his tone implies the night's only just beginning. as far as the rest of the sashimi goes, he's happy to eat it off of Gojou's fingers, his tongue, his — anything. ]
[ the soba, though... that's his. not sharing. ]
[ and he can feel it in a shivery trickle against his walls, down down down until it's lapped up by Gojou's eager tongue. he stays there longer, just to be sure, and Getou is but he's thankful for it anyway, relishing in those excess moments of unnecessary tenderness to wring out all the joy they can muster. he would collapse into a seat on the floor without Gojou's guidance, but being back in his lap just reminds him of how full he was earlier... ]
[ how full Gojou hasn't been. ]
God, yes. [ is the breathy, sweaty response he offers in return, happy and dazed and half-cloaked, arms around Gojou's shoulders like he doesn't want to let go. ...something blooms back into awareness in his eyes as he looks at him, but can't resist licking the taste of him off of his lips before he addresses it. ]
Let's eat, and then I'll give you your gift. [ something about his tone implies the night's only just beginning. as far as the rest of the sashimi goes, he's happy to eat it off of Gojou's fingers, his tongue, his — anything. ]
[ the soba, though... that's his. not sharing. ]
[He laughs loudly at that.]
You saying I should steam in the buff, Clint?
You saying I should steam in the buff, Clint?
[HOW DARE YOU.]
I'M NOT A RULE BREAKER!
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I TOLD YOU THEY UNDERSTOOD!!
I'M NOT A RULE BREAKER!
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I TOLD YOU THEY UNDERSTOOD!!
[DARES x's 1000!!]
Even the cops understand when they cart some dumbass off to jail.
Even the cops understand when they cart some dumbass off to jail.
[The inhumanity...]
I didn't break any laws!
I left as soon as I realized my mistake!
I did nothing that would warrant an arrest!
I didn't break any laws!
I left as soon as I realized my mistake!
I did nothing that would warrant an arrest!
That's what I said!
And whoa. First of all, let's not write off alleys. The pockets might be deeper and the pots fuller, but halls don't have a monopoly on challenges.
[ For the fun of it, the gaming and the players can be just as good as, if not better; for a fat pay off, bigger fish hold an appeal. ]
You like sweets?
Well, the bar is closer at hand indoors, on the matter of comforts.
And whoa. First of all, let's not write off alleys. The pockets might be deeper and the pots fuller, but halls don't have a monopoly on challenges.
[ For the fun of it, the gaming and the players can be just as good as, if not better; for a fat pay off, bigger fish hold an appeal. ]
You like sweets?
Well, the bar is closer at hand indoors, on the matter of comforts.
You don't get to decide everything.
I'm unworthy. I decided.
I'm unworthy. I decided.
They already did decide! That I was a blameless and enthusiastic patron!
You mean they realized you're an idiot and took pity on you.
No, that's not it at all!
They said it happens all the time!
They said it happens all the time!
Bullshit!
[Though now that he thinks about it, it probably does happen often enough...]
[Though now that he thinks about it, it probably does happen often enough...]
I see. You're teaching me a lesson, is that it?
[ Unlike him, she's pretty sure only danger lies in wait for her in an alley. He has the luxury of being flippant and incautious. She's not nearly so lucky; although she would never be so verbose about her own luck (or lack thereof). If he can't figure it out, she's not going to tell him. ]
Do you always drink a lot when playing? Or was your water filled with bubbles?
[ The more important question: can she ever bring him around her social circle again? ]
Do you always drink a lot when playing? Or was your water filled with bubbles?
[ The more important question: can she ever bring him around her social circle again? ]
Edited (eat me captcha) 2023-10-11 02:16 (UTC)
You're entitled to your opinion. It doesn't mean you're right.
Look, I'm not used to this.
Look, I'm not used to this.
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