[ he did promise to spoil getou, and he certainly deserves it after taking all the loving abuse gojo has thrown at him this evening. after all, it's their first official date, and gojo won't ever let him forget he got to fuck getou on it, not the other way around.
but it would have been fine the other way too. anything would be fine, because he's here with getou and that's all gojo needs to be content - have that comforting weight on top of him, getou's soft eyes and smile.
the hand pressing at the tanned skin of getou's stomach, he can almost feel it against his cock and it has him rutting up lazily into the rhythm as they kiss, rewarding getou's moan with one of his own. gojo considers himself someone that delights in feasting the senses, but getou might just have him beat these days. the easy way the fish slides down the thick column of his throat, the lidded purr in praise of it. getou's quickly developing a taste for the finer things in life that is particularly dangerous for a man like gojo who finds joy in the sheer indulgence of spoiling himself or someone else.
he's always been of the mind that he's entitled to his family fortune, the trust fund he'll soon have unlimited access to. it's what he deserves for carrying the gojo clan on his back, shouldering the weight of his own destiny and the safety of the world.
gojo never expected to have anyone to share that burden with. is more than thrilled to have someone to join him in reaping the rewards. getou looks at him from that perch on gojo's shoulder, laces their fingers together. ] Hah?
You don't have to thank me... I said I'd look after you. [ he pauses, considers all the things getou has told him over the years... and he purses his lips, chews around the words before finally mumbling - ] Thanks. For letting me take you out. Officially.
[ the next piece of fish fetched from the table is pale and shimmering, and gojo slides it along getou's lower lip before placing it on his tongue and dragging his own down getou's through as he swallows. ]
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but it would have been fine the other way too. anything would be fine, because he's here with getou and that's all gojo needs to be content - have that comforting weight on top of him, getou's soft eyes and smile.
the hand pressing at the tanned skin of getou's stomach, he can almost feel it against his cock and it has him rutting up lazily into the rhythm as they kiss, rewarding getou's moan with one of his own. gojo considers himself someone that delights in feasting the senses, but getou might just have him beat these days. the easy way the fish slides down the thick column of his throat, the lidded purr in praise of it. getou's quickly developing a taste for the finer things in life that is particularly dangerous for a man like gojo who finds joy in the sheer indulgence of spoiling himself or someone else.
he's always been of the mind that he's entitled to his family fortune, the trust fund he'll soon have unlimited access to. it's what he deserves for carrying the gojo clan on his back, shouldering the weight of his own destiny and the safety of the world.
gojo never expected to have anyone to share that burden with. is more than thrilled to have someone to join him in reaping the rewards. getou looks at him from that perch on gojo's shoulder, laces their fingers together. ] Hah?
You don't have to thank me... I said I'd look after you. [ he pauses, considers all the things getou has told him over the years... and he purses his lips, chews around the words before finally mumbling - ] Thanks. For letting me take you out. Officially.
[ the next piece of fish fetched from the table is pale and shimmering, and gojo slides it along getou's lower lip before placing it on his tongue and dragging his own down getou's through as he swallows. ]