[ there's always more strength in those arms than there seems to be. of course, he doesn't offer any resistance, slithering off of the table, palms catching him on the tatami above Gojou's head with the forward pitch. that mouth finds him again and he hisses, pleased, rolling his hips in time with that plush mouth. he's up on his knees after a moment, body weight adding more force to gravity — ]
[ and he can feel it in a shivery trickle against his walls, down down down until it's lapped up by Gojou's eager tongue. he stays there longer, just to be sure, and Getou is but he's thankful for it anyway, relishing in those excess moments of unnecessary tenderness to wring out all the joy they can muster. he would collapse into a seat on the floor without Gojou's guidance, but being back in his lap just reminds him of how full he was earlier... ]
[ how full Gojou hasn't been. ]
God, yes. [ is the breathy, sweaty response he offers in return, happy and dazed and half-cloaked, arms around Gojou's shoulders like he doesn't want to let go. ...something blooms back into awareness in his eyes as he looks at him, but can't resist licking the taste of him off of his lips before he addresses it. ]
Let's eat, and then I'll give you your gift. [ something about his tone implies the night's only just beginning. as far as the rest of the sashimi goes, he's happy to eat it off of Gojou's fingers, his tongue, his — anything. ]
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[ and he can feel it in a shivery trickle against his walls, down down down until it's lapped up by Gojou's eager tongue. he stays there longer, just to be sure, and Getou is but he's thankful for it anyway, relishing in those excess moments of unnecessary tenderness to wring out all the joy they can muster. he would collapse into a seat on the floor without Gojou's guidance, but being back in his lap just reminds him of how full he was earlier... ]
[ how full Gojou hasn't been. ]
God, yes. [ is the breathy, sweaty response he offers in return, happy and dazed and half-cloaked, arms around Gojou's shoulders like he doesn't want to let go. ...something blooms back into awareness in his eyes as he looks at him, but can't resist licking the taste of him off of his lips before he addresses it. ]
Let's eat, and then I'll give you your gift. [ something about his tone implies the night's only just beginning. as far as the rest of the sashimi goes, he's happy to eat it off of Gojou's fingers, his tongue, his — anything. ]
[ the soba, though... that's his. not sharing. ]