[ gojo almost wishes they were somewhere else, somewhere more private so he could hear the fractured noise that nearly makes it out of getou's throat. he's so rarely vocal, it feels like a crime to lose any exclamation of pleasure, no matter how small.
he doesn't let up in his pace, even when suguru decides to be a real shit and reach around to tease him while he's fucking him, trying to hold out from coming until he's sure that second orgasm is a sure thing. the second time is better than the first somehow - getou's body is heavy and slower from the lack of time between orgasms, clumsy almost, but his orgasm hits him hard and it's nothing but ecstasy to ride it out, fill him up and know that getou is desperate keep it inside him, that it'll be dripping out of him for the rest of the night until they get back to school.
gojo is still panting hard when getou turns and licks into his mouth, letting his arms wind around getou's midsection and paw at him possessively. ]
Yeah, you. [ he mumbles into his ear, glancing up at the knock on the door frame. this time, getou manages to get his voice beneath him enough to ask them to come back later. a grin spreads into that damp, oil-slick hair and gojo gives a playful thrust up into suguru. ] We'll call when we're ready to order!
[ once the shadow retreats, gojo nuzzles his face back into the curve of getou's neck, kissing along the line of his pulse, the sharp jut of his jaw, before licking into his mouth again greedily. a hand slides up the other side of getou's neck and jaw, cupping it and pulling him deeper into the kiss. it's sloppy and warm, gojo's arm wound around suguru's waist and cock still buried deep in him. ]
Thirsty? [ gojo pulls back, brushes a thumb over his chin before swiping a glass from the table, pouring the sake into his mouth before leaning in to kiss getou again, slipping the liquid from his tongue down getou's throat, licking his mouth clean afterward. ]
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he doesn't let up in his pace, even when suguru decides to be a real shit and reach around to tease him while he's fucking him, trying to hold out from coming until he's sure that second orgasm is a sure thing. the second time is better than the first somehow - getou's body is heavy and slower from the lack of time between orgasms, clumsy almost, but his orgasm hits him hard and it's nothing but ecstasy to ride it out, fill him up and know that getou is desperate keep it inside him, that it'll be dripping out of him for the rest of the night until they get back to school.
gojo is still panting hard when getou turns and licks into his mouth, letting his arms wind around getou's midsection and paw at him possessively. ]
Yeah, you. [ he mumbles into his ear, glancing up at the knock on the door frame. this time, getou manages to get his voice beneath him enough to ask them to come back later. a grin spreads into that damp, oil-slick hair and gojo gives a playful thrust up into suguru. ] We'll call when we're ready to order!
[ once the shadow retreats, gojo nuzzles his face back into the curve of getou's neck, kissing along the line of his pulse, the sharp jut of his jaw, before licking into his mouth again greedily. a hand slides up the other side of getou's neck and jaw, cupping it and pulling him deeper into the kiss. it's sloppy and warm, gojo's arm wound around suguru's waist and cock still buried deep in him. ]
Thirsty? [ gojo pulls back, brushes a thumb over his chin before swiping a glass from the table, pouring the sake into his mouth before leaning in to kiss getou again, slipping the liquid from his tongue down getou's throat, licking his mouth clean afterward. ]