That so? [ gojo had long sworn off traditional clothing by the time he'd met getou, but every now and then he thinks about it - what it would be like to wear kimono for a festival together or go away to a traditional onsen. either way, it doesn't stop him from seeing how well it suits getou. how natural and at ease he looks in the easy slope of shoulders, the way it hugs his waist and hips. ]

[ getou leans into him, ragdoll soft and warm, flushed from the sake, and gojo lets the flats of his palms slide over the firm expanse of his stomach and chest over the sumptuous fabric of his kimono, fingers dipping underneath the edge of the obi he just tied back on a little more with each pass. ]

Yeah... [ he exhales when getou's mouth finds his ear, reaches up and drags his fingers through thick, black hair. ] Keep growing it out, it suits you.

[ gojo's other hand slips inside the loose fold of the kimono, traces the curves and dips of his chest. long, soft fingers find a nipple and roll it between the pads until he's got him pert and hard here, giving it a tug and a flick. ] Wish you'd wear it down more often...

What do you want me to say? You'd look hot with more piercings... tattoos maybe, but you wouldn't want to stand out in that way, would you? [ the hand in getou's hair slips down to grip at his hip, squeezes there before he's suddenly lifting getou out of his lap and flipping him around, backing him up against the low table. gojo climbs into his lap, long legs making quick work of straddling thick, muscular thighs. the truth is... he wouldn't change anything. maybe he's just a sucker too in love with his best friend, and sure he loves dressing people up, but gojo doesn't need to change anything. getou's handsome and fashionable... they look good together. ]

[ it's sappy but he's... perfect. gojo leans down, drags his tongue over the soft, rosy brown of getou's nipple. ] Just look like this more often.

[ satisfied and oh so pretty, the object of a god's worship. ]