[ getou's is the only shape that will ever fit here - the inevitable result of growing together, spending all their days pressed flush against one another in play and practice, learning to think and move as one. until a move in one of them caused a resulting shift into action in the other. even the way gojo breathes makes room for suguru's chest to expand with it. ]
Good. I'm looking after you tonight, remember? Bad behavior and all.
[ and the kind of behavior he knows is waiting, coiled and serpentine in getou's mind is something that will probably benefit from the option of closed doors. they have the room for the rest of the night, if they want it that long. gojo won't be able to drink sake that entire time if he wants to survive the evening, but getou likes to indulge, and gojo has neve minded the particular way getou indulges when he's like this - loose, relaxed, feeling a little pampered.
it only takes a glance to know what getou's demanding next, and gojo happily obliges. long fingers cup getou's neck and jaw as satoru leans in and presses a searing kiss onto his lips. he wastes no time dipping his tongue between them, greedy for everything he can take before they come back with the sake. kissing getou, from the very first time they stumbled, then crashed into it, has always been a heady experience. he could do it for hours, years, and never get bored of retracing his way around getou's mouth.
there's a long moment of come-down when their lips part, and gojo looks at him, eyes-lidded and low. ] Did I forget to mention you look good?
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Good. I'm looking after you tonight, remember? Bad behavior and all.
[ and the kind of behavior he knows is waiting, coiled and serpentine in getou's mind is something that will probably benefit from the option of closed doors. they have the room for the rest of the night, if they want it that long. gojo won't be able to drink sake that entire time if he wants to survive the evening, but getou likes to indulge, and gojo has neve minded the particular way getou indulges when he's like this - loose, relaxed, feeling a little pampered.
it only takes a glance to know what getou's demanding next, and gojo happily obliges. long fingers cup getou's neck and jaw as satoru leans in and presses a searing kiss onto his lips. he wastes no time dipping his tongue between them, greedy for everything he can take before they come back with the sake. kissing getou, from the very first time they stumbled, then crashed into it, has always been a heady experience. he could do it for hours, years, and never get bored of retracing his way around getou's mouth.
there's a long moment of come-down when their lips part, and gojo looks at him, eyes-lidded and low. ] Did I forget to mention you look good?