[ it's only that he knows him so well that he can wring this much pleasure out of getou - he has good eyes, remember? eyes that remember things that make getou writhe and beg and wring himself dry like this - that have memorized each moment they've spent together to commit to memory. even if he doesn't get the chance much, gojo doesn't like opportunities to go to waste.
getou is beautiful when he comes. for all he usually praises gojo for it, he doesn't think anything holds a candle to the knit of his brows, the haziness in his eyes when he's toppling over the edge. gojo's got his face pressed flush against getou's throat, watching him come and panting against his ear as he's about ready to fall off the edge after him - when getou turns his head and grits through the convulsions, begs him to put it back in and come inside him.
gojo groans and shoves his head against getou's shoulder, cursing and laughing breathlessly. ] Yeah? You want it back in? You told me you wanted to come all over it, you should be more clear about what you want next time, Suguru.
[ his teeth grit hard and he shifts getou's hips up, the head of his cock bumping against him before he tugs getou flush against him once more, plunging right in to bottom out. ] Fuck! [ gojo inhales sharp at the hot, velvet squeeze around him again, hips jerking as he thrusts into getou. he finds that same familiar spot and fucks into it, grinding the crown and panting.
maybe because he's worked up by getou's request to have him inside, maybe because he's just a little shit, gojo starts working his hand around getou again, stroking him through the overstimulation. he's not sure how long it takes, he's half out of it with the haze of being buried deep in getou and fucking him in the fancy restaurant he brought him to, kimono long strewn to the floor, but gojo rails into him hard and merciless until he wrings another vicious orgasm out of getou, finally letting himself fall at the same time. he has to sink his teeth into a mouthful of getou's shoulder to keep quiet through it, hips trembling and jerking as he fills him up, squeezes the last of the come from the tip of getou's cock as stars obscure his vision.
gojo's shuddering in the aftermath, chest and shoulders heaving with the force of it. ] You okay? [ he releases getou's length finally and slides the hand up his stomach, stroking it through little residual spasms. his clean hand reaches up smooth long, dark tendrils of hair out of getou's face, brushing a thumb along his jaw as he presses a kiss to his cheek, another to his temple sweetly. ] You were so good, Suguru...
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getou is beautiful when he comes. for all he usually praises gojo for it, he doesn't think anything holds a candle to the knit of his brows, the haziness in his eyes when he's toppling over the edge. gojo's got his face pressed flush against getou's throat, watching him come and panting against his ear as he's about ready to fall off the edge after him - when getou turns his head and grits through the convulsions, begs him to put it back in and come inside him.
gojo groans and shoves his head against getou's shoulder, cursing and laughing breathlessly. ] Yeah? You want it back in? You told me you wanted to come all over it, you should be more clear about what you want next time, Suguru.
[ his teeth grit hard and he shifts getou's hips up, the head of his cock bumping against him before he tugs getou flush against him once more, plunging right in to bottom out. ] Fuck! [ gojo inhales sharp at the hot, velvet squeeze around him again, hips jerking as he thrusts into getou. he finds that same familiar spot and fucks into it, grinding the crown and panting.
maybe because he's worked up by getou's request to have him inside, maybe because he's just a little shit, gojo starts working his hand around getou again, stroking him through the overstimulation. he's not sure how long it takes, he's half out of it with the haze of being buried deep in getou and fucking him in the fancy restaurant he brought him to, kimono long strewn to the floor, but gojo rails into him hard and merciless until he wrings another vicious orgasm out of getou, finally letting himself fall at the same time. he has to sink his teeth into a mouthful of getou's shoulder to keep quiet through it, hips trembling and jerking as he fills him up, squeezes the last of the come from the tip of getou's cock as stars obscure his vision.
gojo's shuddering in the aftermath, chest and shoulders heaving with the force of it. ] You okay? [ he releases getou's length finally and slides the hand up his stomach, stroking it through little residual spasms. his clean hand reaches up smooth long, dark tendrils of hair out of getou's face, brushing a thumb along his jaw as he presses a kiss to his cheek, another to his temple sweetly. ] You were so good, Suguru...