[ gojo is chasing getou's mouth as soon as he drifts back, bumping and sliding their lips together, giving one final nip before he lets getou drift back, stare up at him with more intention than he expects. ]
[ gift? oh, he forgot about that... isn't this whole night gift enough? well, not that gojo will ever say no to other gifts, but... if the night's still young that's really what matters. gojo doesn't want it to end, gift or not. ] Do you want more?
[ gojo tugs getou's kimono around him more fully, wraps the obi messily around his waist and kisses along the line of his neck and jaw as he does it. ] Soba, that is... there's a whole sampler we can order, if we'll be here for a while.
[ gojo shifts and tidies himself, sitting cross-legged in front of the table and pulling their food and drink back in towards them with one hand. the other keeps getou firmly half in his lap, stroking at his stomach and along his hip and thigh. two more glasses of sake get poured a little haphazardly - he has had more to drink than usual, but gojo still offers getou his cup before sipping his own this time. see? he's nothing if not considerate tonight. ]
[ anything to keep getou looking so perfectly pleased and flushed, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he smiles like that - like it's real. not the fake smile he so often uses around other people. this one is looser, warmer, like the way getou sometimes talks when they're alone and tired or he's drunk. the getou from a small rural town. it's a gift to hear that, to see this smile, and he can't imagine what else getou could give him that he doesn't have already. that could be better than this. ]
[ he eats the sashimi with his fingers, licks them clean, and with his other hand slides getou's unruly black hair out of his back, tucked behind his ears, fingers making it neat and sleek again with careful attention. ]
Kimono looks good on you. Long hair, too... it's grown out a lot since first year. [ he hums, resting his chin on a broad, firm shoulder and relaxing with his arms slinking around getou's waist, holding him close. ]
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[ gift? oh, he forgot about that... isn't this whole night gift enough? well, not that gojo will ever say no to other gifts, but... if the night's still young that's really what matters. gojo doesn't want it to end, gift or not. ] Do you want more?
[ gojo tugs getou's kimono around him more fully, wraps the obi messily around his waist and kisses along the line of his neck and jaw as he does it. ] Soba, that is... there's a whole sampler we can order, if we'll be here for a while.
[ gojo shifts and tidies himself, sitting cross-legged in front of the table and pulling their food and drink back in towards them with one hand. the other keeps getou firmly half in his lap, stroking at his stomach and along his hip and thigh. two more glasses of sake get poured a little haphazardly - he has had more to drink than usual, but gojo still offers getou his cup before sipping his own this time. see? he's nothing if not considerate tonight. ]
[ anything to keep getou looking so perfectly pleased and flushed, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he smiles like that - like it's real. not the fake smile he so often uses around other people. this one is looser, warmer, like the way getou sometimes talks when they're alone and tired or he's drunk. the getou from a small rural town. it's a gift to hear that, to see this smile, and he can't imagine what else getou could give him that he doesn't have already. that could be better than this. ]
[ he eats the sashimi with his fingers, licks them clean, and with his other hand slides getou's unruly black hair out of his back, tucked behind his ears, fingers making it neat and sleek again with careful attention. ]
Kimono looks good on you. Long hair, too... it's grown out a lot since first year. [ he hums, resting his chin on a broad, firm shoulder and relaxing with his arms slinking around getou's waist, holding him close. ]