[ should've known. Gojou's 'care' often comes at a price he sometimes isn't sure he's ready to pay, and his eyes narrow with fierce warning as soon as he sees that smirk. voice a hurried whisper, he tries to warn caution: ]
Satoru, d- ah! [ distracted by the situation, the sensations of being stretched and filled are almost overwhelming, set his body alight as it punches a few wet beads of precum to dampen low on Satoru's belly. there's squirming and more gritting of his teeth as Gojou rearranges them, hot heavy pants he's trying to get out without being heard through the thin doors — and when Gojou calls her in, he presses a hand to his mouth, looking stubborn about a refusal to speak. ]
[ and truthfully, he can't meet her eyes either. he's still flustered, leaning back and gasping when she's left and Satoru can't even give him the slightest break. ]
I can't believe you... [ and yet he isn't any less turned on by it all, resting his head back on Gojou's shoulder and spreading his legs over his lap. his head turns, hand raising to fist white hair and bring him in, face still hot and flushed as he licks the other man's mouth open. ] God, I wanna fuck you so badly right now.
[ even though he's the one being teased relentlessly inside of his kimono. he uses the leverage of spread knees to roll again, dragging him shallow until it's just the very tip of him pressed up, only to sink down again and let gravity do as much work as it can, burying another inch deeper. he's trembling, reaching his limit for what they can do dry, but Satoru must've come prepared for this, right? ]
[ a desperate look at him communicates the question. ]
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Satoru, d- ah! [ distracted by the situation, the sensations of being stretched and filled are almost overwhelming, set his body alight as it punches a few wet beads of precum to dampen low on Satoru's belly. there's squirming and more gritting of his teeth as Gojou rearranges them, hot heavy pants he's trying to get out without being heard through the thin doors — and when Gojou calls her in, he presses a hand to his mouth, looking stubborn about a refusal to speak. ]
[ and truthfully, he can't meet her eyes either. he's still flustered, leaning back and gasping when she's left and Satoru can't even give him the slightest break. ]
I can't believe you... [ and yet he isn't any less turned on by it all, resting his head back on Gojou's shoulder and spreading his legs over his lap. his head turns, hand raising to fist white hair and bring him in, face still hot and flushed as he licks the other man's mouth open. ] God, I wanna fuck you so badly right now.
[ even though he's the one being teased relentlessly inside of his kimono. he uses the leverage of spread knees to roll again, dragging him shallow until it's just the very tip of him pressed up, only to sink down again and let gravity do as much work as it can, burying another inch deeper. he's trembling, reaching his limit for what they can do dry, but Satoru must've come prepared for this, right? ]
[ a desperate look at him communicates the question. ]