[ the muscles inside that have become sensitive and twitching with arousal flicker more as he feels more of that invasive prodding, clumsy and yet somehow still erotic for it. Gojou has a direct, unbidden way of fooling around that he likes, an enthusiasm and shamelessness that inspires his own in turn. his fingers slip in and Getou gasps rough, chest hitching and burning in time with the stretch — ]
[ it's too much, which means its just enough. he watches, mystified as Gojou's hand disappears somewhere under the splay of kimono and his hard-on bobbing between it, a bead of precum dripping a saline line that keeps him connected to the tatami floor. Gojou finds his head and Getou moans long and low, head falling back onto his shoulder again as his back arches and his hips try to press down, down, as low as they'll go. it buries him deeper, but not completely. ]
Oh fuck... [ but then Gojou's stupid fucking hips take advantage of how much smoother it is now and he does bottom out, pushing a cry out of his panting, open mouth. his brows are pinched up and together as that deep, hard pulse of pleasure runs through him, making his thighs shake and weak and his eyes loose focus on... everything. it takes a moment for his words to register, for Getou to find his voice again. ]
Yes, please... so good... [ his hips roll mindlessly, keeping Gojou buried deep but pulling him out a few good inches, dropping back down on him with a mix of grace and desperation, trying to will his partner into that same rhythm. fuck himself on Satoru indeed. ]
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[ the muscles inside that have become sensitive and twitching with arousal flicker more as he feels more of that invasive prodding, clumsy and yet somehow still erotic for it. Gojou has a direct, unbidden way of fooling around that he likes, an enthusiasm and shamelessness that inspires his own in turn. his fingers slip in and Getou gasps rough, chest hitching and burning in time with the stretch — ]
[ it's too much, which means its just enough. he watches, mystified as Gojou's hand disappears somewhere under the splay of kimono and his hard-on bobbing between it, a bead of precum dripping a saline line that keeps him connected to the tatami floor. Gojou finds his head and Getou moans long and low, head falling back onto his shoulder again as his back arches and his hips try to press down, down, as low as they'll go. it buries him deeper, but not completely. ]
Oh fuck... [ but then Gojou's stupid fucking hips take advantage of how much smoother it is now and he does bottom out, pushing a cry out of his panting, open mouth. his brows are pinched up and together as that deep, hard pulse of pleasure runs through him, making his thighs shake and weak and his eyes loose focus on... everything. it takes a moment for his words to register, for Getou to find his voice again. ]
Yes, please... so good... [ his hips roll mindlessly, keeping Gojou buried deep but pulling him out a few good inches, dropping back down on him with a mix of grace and desperation, trying to will his partner into that same rhythm. fuck himself on Satoru indeed. ]