[ there's something bashful and agitated he's about to say that makes the high points of that angular face look freshly sun-kissed; Gojou is embarrassing even at his best, and that isn't exactly what Getou brings out of him. whatever it was, however, is lost to the startled, loud and lusty moan that accompanies the plunge of Gojou's tongue: an unchecked thing he only has the sense to inhibit after it's too late, his hand going to his mouth in disbelief. his expression wars between scandalized and god, fuck, the absolute sear of pleasure that comes with it. he's — tender, stretched and used, and the warm balm of his tongue is better than any salve he could imagine. it licks into him with instant relief, and his body only has that one clench of surprise... ]
[ before he becomes buttery and smooth, staying loose and open for him, insides malleable and soft and yielding to every lash and lick of wet heat. ]
[ a knee tightens, drawing him in where his calf and ankle and heel stretch down his back; his head falls back, brows pinched, mouth freed and ajar in panting, staving off any vocalizations with renewed caution. that hand on his mouth has crept back down, hooked around the column of Gojou's neck, and begun to knead. ]
S... Satoru... haha, mmmn, you're incredible...
[ the hook of limb over shoulder has left him slightly tilted as is; his elbow has found an empty spot in the table to root him. his other fingers are in Gojou's hair, petting feverishly, working down his nape with kneading fingers, into the back of his shirt just to rake blunt nails up his back again. his cock hangs between his belly and thigh, half-sloped with an uncertain spent arousal, and the shuddering surprise of Gojou's mouth on him has worked out a few last drops that had been abandoned down his shaft. every time he can't resist the delicious roll of his hips into him, his dick drags lovingly just beneath a hip. ]
Keep going... there's just a little more... you were so deep when you came inside me...
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[ there's something bashful and agitated he's about to say that makes the high points of that angular face look freshly sun-kissed; Gojou is embarrassing even at his best, and that isn't exactly what Getou brings out of him. whatever it was, however, is lost to the startled, loud and lusty moan that accompanies the plunge of Gojou's tongue: an unchecked thing he only has the sense to inhibit after it's too late, his hand going to his mouth in disbelief. his expression wars between scandalized and god, fuck, the absolute sear of pleasure that comes with it. he's — tender, stretched and used, and the warm balm of his tongue is better than any salve he could imagine. it licks into him with instant relief, and his body only has that one clench of surprise... ]
[ before he becomes buttery and smooth, staying loose and open for him, insides malleable and soft and yielding to every lash and lick of wet heat. ]
[ a knee tightens, drawing him in where his calf and ankle and heel stretch down his back; his head falls back, brows pinched, mouth freed and ajar in panting, staving off any vocalizations with renewed caution. that hand on his mouth has crept back down, hooked around the column of Gojou's neck, and begun to knead. ]
S... Satoru... haha, mmmn, you're incredible...
[ the hook of limb over shoulder has left him slightly tilted as is; his elbow has found an empty spot in the table to root him. his other fingers are in Gojou's hair, petting feverishly, working down his nape with kneading fingers, into the back of his shirt just to rake blunt nails up his back again. his cock hangs between his belly and thigh, half-sloped with an uncertain spent arousal, and the shuddering surprise of Gojou's mouth on him has worked out a few last drops that had been abandoned down his shaft. every time he can't resist the delicious roll of his hips into him, his dick drags lovingly just beneath a hip. ]
Keep going... there's just a little more... you were so deep when you came inside me...