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[gutties]

That's not really a thing that happens, is it?

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[infinitease]

[ gojo releases he nipple in his mouth, reluctantly, rocks back onto his hips and settles warm and firm on getou's. this is where he belongs, on those strong thighs, under that warm gaze. his hips twitch forward as getou's fingers slide low on his belly, thumb grazing the silver hair there in a way that has gojo licking his pink lips eagerly... until he blinks down at the weight on the bulge of his cock.]

[ oh, the gift. he'd almost forgotten all over again. ] I'd never have my mouth off you, if you had a nipple piercing... we might have to find a new line of work. [ he plucks the box up and glances at getou, warm and tingly under that mischievous gaze. he tears it open and pulls it out, pupils shrinking at the bright, icy blue bullet. his cheeks turn a powdery, soft shade of pink, and blue eyes sparkle as he rolls it in his hand to warm it up. ] It matches me.

[ he leans in and kisses getou greedily, licking into his mouth as his hips roll them together teasingly. ] We could quit and move to Malaysia... I've got a trust fund. We wouldn't have to work or fight curses, just play like this every night...

[deathbeforedecaf]

Why would that be something I'm worried about?

[ Clint grins at him then winks. ]

It's certainly something I'm interested in.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Sounds like a really good plan then.

[So he moves Clint toward the door.]

Think you can handle being pressed against this?

[deathbeforedecaf]

Hell yeah I can.

[ God is Clint ever looking forward to this. It's gonna be incredible. ]

[ziedrich_bearer]

[Gladio smiles and moves so that Clint's back is, indeed, against the door. Wouldn't this be nice?]

You going to ask me pretty for more than this?

[deathbeforedecaf]

[ Clint gives him a smirk, eyes dark with lust. ]

I'm always pretty, don't you think?

[ziedrich_bearer]

[Oh that gets a smile as he pins Clint there.]

I do. But I think I didn't here the sort of question we both want.

[deathbeforedecaf]

I like here. Here is great. No complaints at all about here.

[ Clint wiggles a little, to show how hard he is, and then grins. ]

[ziedrich_bearer]

[Oh, he's so pretty like this. Gladio licks his lips and looks down between them. Yes. Very good.]

Oh, is there something you want me do with you here?

[deathbeforedecaf]

[ Clint wiggles a little against him, then looks up with an arched eyebrow. ]

Yeah, I do. But there are so many fucking options. Get it? Fucking options?

[ziedrich_bearer]

[Gladio laughs. God man, don't do that to him, he might drop you.]

[deathbeforedecaf]

[ It's not a secret that Clint is a bit of a clown, so he just grins at Gladio, then leans in to kiss him. He absolutely wants to do this. ]

[ziedrich_bearer]

[Well alright then. Gladio kisses him right back, clearly happy with the contact at that.]

[gurge]

It matches you, [ he agrees, plucking out of the roll of Gojou's long fingers. he holds it in his mouth by the cord at its base, pulling the body tape out of the box and tearing off a strip, listening as he peels his cock out of his underwear again. some finicking, another round of tape, and him humming right along with those little fantasies all culminate in the bullet snugly secure against the underside of Gojou's cockhead, the bullet tip flush with the sensitive glans beneath a blushed-pink frenelum. the slick body runs parallel the pronounced ridge on the underside — and Getou kisses his thumb wet to trace around the slit of him as he tucks him back into place. ]

Every night? You're so insatiable... [ as if he isn't just as bad; he just has some decency about it all. or, pretends to. ]

[ the band of his boxer-briefs go up, and his jeans delicately zip and button, cords connecting to a small receiver that he tucks into Gojou's pocket along with the baby blue slack. the remote is his, placed into a palm and disappeared — though the six eyes will inform him it's been tucked into a kimono-sleeve pocket for safe keeping. his safe keeping. ]

But for now, [ and always: dreams like the ones Gojou's talking about are an impossibility for sorcerers, and Getou knows this is the result of spending a recent mission with Nanami, ] We're going to the arcade, right? Right?

[ he pitches forward, arms wrapping around Gojou's shoulder, mouth carried to his ear as his teeth find a lobe and nibble; this proximity, really, just to feel the oh so subtle vibrations of the bullet where it is as he clicks it onto the lowest setting, a soft and steady hum without pause. ]

I remember something about a purikura booth. [ how long's he had this in his back pocket? ] That one in Chiyoda is in a nice dark corner.