when getou starts being particularly hedonistic in his wants, gojo is more than happy to meet him where he is, legs spread and throat keening loud enough that he's positive someone outside of this room hears it. oh well, he'll leave a good tip for the trouble they cause.
there's no stopping him now, anyway. getou is burning up before him, and gojo's ready to roll around in the ashes of his good manners. he buries his face flush when that knee and heel pull him in, groaning low and warm against the fever heat of getou's thighs. the praise is good - it always is, and getou must know that he'll only be more determined between those soft petals of praise and the urgent fingers in his hair, under the curve of his skull to scratch underneath his hair - one of his favorite ways for getou to show appreciation.
getou says, just a little more, and gojo obeys with a warm purr. long fingers hook around the meat of those firm, muscled thighs before gojo pulls back, tongue still hanging out of his mouth as he drops down to the floor on his back. he tugs getou off the table with a rattle of china to sit on his face, bracing his hips as he plunges back into the smooth heat. hungry teeth graze at the rim, and a hand slides up his thigh, along the tight line of getou's stomach to press there at gojo licks him open, sucks down every last drop of what he left inside, drool dribbling down a corner of his mouth.
when he's sure he's taken full advantage of the meal, followed getou's command to the letter, he moves from beneath him, dragging getou into his lap and arms before he can topple in one direction or the other. the silk of his kimono is retrieved from the floor, and gojo drapes it over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to getou's jaw and neck. ] What do you think? Good first date so far, huh~
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when getou starts being particularly hedonistic in his wants, gojo is more than happy to meet him where he is, legs spread and throat keening loud enough that he's positive someone outside of this room hears it. oh well, he'll leave a good tip for the trouble they cause.
there's no stopping him now, anyway. getou is burning up before him, and gojo's ready to roll around in the ashes of his good manners. he buries his face flush when that knee and heel pull him in, groaning low and warm against the fever heat of getou's thighs. the praise is good - it always is, and getou must know that he'll only be more determined between those soft petals of praise and the urgent fingers in his hair, under the curve of his skull to scratch underneath his hair - one of his favorite ways for getou to show appreciation.
getou says, just a little more, and gojo obeys with a warm purr. long fingers hook around the meat of those firm, muscled thighs before gojo pulls back, tongue still hanging out of his mouth as he drops down to the floor on his back. he tugs getou off the table with a rattle of china to sit on his face, bracing his hips as he plunges back into the smooth heat. hungry teeth graze at the rim, and a hand slides up his thigh, along the tight line of getou's stomach to press there at gojo licks him open, sucks down every last drop of what he left inside, drool dribbling down a corner of his mouth.
when he's sure he's taken full advantage of the meal, followed getou's command to the letter, he moves from beneath him, dragging getou into his lap and arms before he can topple in one direction or the other. the silk of his kimono is retrieved from the floor, and gojo drapes it over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to getou's jaw and neck. ] What do you think? Good first date so far, huh~