[ jesus fucking christ who gave getou the right - to look this good? to be able to do that with his hips when he grinds down on gojo, dragging him against ridged inner walls that have him seeing stars. there's a heavy thud as his head hits the tatami, a grunt that doesn't quite make it all the way out of his throat followed by a hiss that sounds suspiciously like a vulgar curse.
when he looks up, it's to watch adoringly as getou fucks himself with his hand and gojo's cock, back arched, hair slipping back over his shoulders to slide down between his shoulder blades. it takes his breath away - just how beautiful getou is. tanned and dark-featured, face twisted in ecstasy as a bead of sweat travels down the length of his spine. gojo slides a hand up to catch it, bringing it to his mouth hand licking it off before replacing the hand at his hip. if he comes out of this very expensive evening only indulging in getou he won't regret a single damn thing.
he watches getou's rhythm unravel like all the silk he'd wrapped himself in for tonight, curses as he bottoms out hard on him. gojo sits up quickly to press his chest against the heat of getou's back, arm coming around him to drag along his stomach and between his thighs to cup his balls. ] Suguru... fuck, you really are close huh? God you're so tight.
[ he only needs one hand to grip getou's hip to bruising, pushing it up before slamming it back down. he bottoms out in getou, jerking his hips up to thrust in, shove his cock at the spot getou's aching for, and grinding it there. it takes every inch of will he has not to lose himself in it, stars erupting at the edges of his vision, but gojo rocks into that spot, rubbing the head at it until he feels getou's balls start to spasm and contract with the oncoming wave of orgasm.
his teeth sink into getou's neck and even though it kills him, at the next arch of his hips, gojo slips out of getou and tugs him back until he can grab both of their cocks in his hand - long thin fingers wrapping around them and pumping them fast and hard. he releases getou's skin and presses his mouth to an ear, panting at it desperately. ] That's it, come on baby come with me.. make a mess...
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when he looks up, it's to watch adoringly as getou fucks himself with his hand and gojo's cock, back arched, hair slipping back over his shoulders to slide down between his shoulder blades. it takes his breath away - just how beautiful getou is. tanned and dark-featured, face twisted in ecstasy as a bead of sweat travels down the length of his spine. gojo slides a hand up to catch it, bringing it to his mouth hand licking it off before replacing the hand at his hip. if he comes out of this very expensive evening only indulging in getou he won't regret a single damn thing.
he watches getou's rhythm unravel like all the silk he'd wrapped himself in for tonight, curses as he bottoms out hard on him. gojo sits up quickly to press his chest against the heat of getou's back, arm coming around him to drag along his stomach and between his thighs to cup his balls. ] Suguru... fuck, you really are close huh? God you're so tight.
[ he only needs one hand to grip getou's hip to bruising, pushing it up before slamming it back down. he bottoms out in getou, jerking his hips up to thrust in, shove his cock at the spot getou's aching for, and grinding it there. it takes every inch of will he has not to lose himself in it, stars erupting at the edges of his vision, but gojo rocks into that spot, rubbing the head at it until he feels getou's balls start to spasm and contract with the oncoming wave of orgasm.
his teeth sink into getou's neck and even though it kills him, at the next arch of his hips, gojo slips out of getou and tugs him back until he can grab both of their cocks in his hand - long thin fingers wrapping around them and pumping them fast and hard. he releases getou's skin and presses his mouth to an ear, panting at it desperately. ] That's it, come on baby come with me.. make a mess...