[ there's no rush. that's what he tells himself as Gojou strokes him, petting over thin, fine fabric and feeling out the musculature beneath. he's putty in those hands, opening up everywhere pale fingers find themselves slipping in, touching, peeling him back open, a grunt in his throat as a nipple's worked hard and pronounced, bringing the other one along with it. by the time his back's against the table it's ridden back up high on his thighs, claimed seat of the crown prince, one hand going to his waist both to steady him and give the meat of his ass an appreciative little squeeze. ]

I wouldn't mind if they're hidden. Something only you get to see... [ the warm weight of his body is maddening, but not so hot and twisting as his tongue; he jerks and gasps, lungs filling up with breath, chest swelling further into his mouth. ] Right there, huh?

[ he teases, eyes warm, his other hand meeting his first in the middle... and peeling back the zipper and button of his jeans again. his fingers run delectably low on his belly, thumb moving through a pale happy trail and the elastic seam of his briefs... and right where the fabric bunches up as he'd hastily tucked himself away earlier, Getou sets the small box. ]

You have enough trouble keeping your mouth off of me, I can only imagine how bad it would be if I had something shiny and sensitive like that to attract your attention. [ bright eyes flicker back up to Gojou, mischievous and excited. inside, there's a tiny vibrating bullet, a model that usually comes in hot pink instead purchased in icy pastel blue as better suited to its new owner. it comes with body tape that can keep it pressed against the skin, wherever, and a little remote control. ]

We'll have to do things like this more often, if that's what you want to see. [ he sounds amenable. ]