So cruel to me! After all the trouble I've gone to tonight, tsk. [ their palms slide together, and gojo laces their fingers. he feels like he can't be farther apart from getou than this, would prefer to be less far apart, actually.

but there's time for that, gojo made sure. ] Hah. So you're planning to be on your worst behavior? Good.

[ he leans in and presses his mouth against getou's ear, lips dragging over it as he mumbles, tongue darting against the shell. ] I'll be on my best behavior for you, then.

[ gojo looks at getou curiously, a grin spreading across his lips. ] Yeah? For me? You're spoiling me, Suguru. [ they reach the restaurant, and gojo pulls the door open for getou, leering at him as he passes through the threshold into a sea of dark wood and low, amber lighting that suits getou like he was born into it. he follows him in, walking up to the host and giving his name for their reservation and in no time they're shuffled back through the main dining area, down a quieter hallway into a private room.

he looks back at getou as they're shown in, practically preening as he slips his boots off, walking onto the tatami and sitting down on the floor cushions. he pats the spot next to him, peering at suguru over his glasses and asking the host for a bottle of extremely expensive sake to start them off without batting an eye. ]

I thought this might be better than a corner booth. But if you want the exhibitionist angle I can ask to change.