[ he smiles against his tongue, elated to have the permission to move, amused by the expression of it. it isn't easy for him to let Satoru have control of things for too long, even when it's been a frenzy built upon by mutual steps together. it's just so much more comfortable for him to be the dominating one in control, even when he's stuffed full of Satoru's cock and fingers. he grabs both of Satoru's wrists and pulls them onto his hips as he sits up, low beneath the bones and presses his grip hard into the juncture of his thigh. he'll need it. ]
[ a hand presses to his chest and pushes his back all the way down to the floor. it's easy to pull out his kimono and haori from between them, a thread in the eye of the needle between their bodies. Getou's up on his knees with his palms on Gojou's thighs, pushing them apart, and when he begins, he's so nicely seated all the way down on his cock. he stays straight-backed, keeps his hands on Gojou's knees, but rocks his weight up no his knees — ]
[ and as he does, Gojou gets the whole view of his cock pulled out of the resistance of his gripping hole only for him to sit back on it again, starting a dedicated bouncing rhythm of Getou riding him. his pace is rough and quick, making use of broad back and shoulder muscles and thick well-worked thighs. a hand sweeps his hair onto one shoulder and over the other, he twists to glance at him. ]
Do I look good? Satoru? [ that foul mouth of his doesn't run quite as dirty as Gojou's so easily, but it's just one of their minute differences that makes them so complementary. he gets there eventually. he doesn't want to think about anyone else in that moment, instead rebuffing Gojou's question with a desperate: ]
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[ a hand presses to his chest and pushes his back all the way down to the floor. it's easy to pull out his kimono and haori from between them, a thread in the eye of the needle between their bodies. Getou's up on his knees with his palms on Gojou's thighs, pushing them apart, and when he begins, he's so nicely seated all the way down on his cock. he stays straight-backed, keeps his hands on Gojou's knees, but rocks his weight up no his knees — ]
[ and as he does, Gojou gets the whole view of his cock pulled out of the resistance of his gripping hole only for him to sit back on it again, starting a dedicated bouncing rhythm of Getou riding him. his pace is rough and quick, making use of broad back and shoulder muscles and thick well-worked thighs. a hand sweeps his hair onto one shoulder and over the other, he twists to glance at him. ]
Do I look good? Satoru? [ that foul mouth of his doesn't run quite as dirty as Gojou's so easily, but it's just one of their minute differences that makes them so complementary. he gets there eventually. he doesn't want to think about anyone else in that moment, instead rebuffing Gojou's question with a desperate: ]
I don't want to stop fucking you...