[ gojo releases he nipple in his mouth, reluctantly, rocks back onto his hips and settles warm and firm on getou's. this is where he belongs, on those strong thighs, under that warm gaze. his hips twitch forward as getou's fingers slide low on his belly, thumb grazing the silver hair there in a way that has gojo licking his pink lips eagerly... until he blinks down at the weight on the bulge of his cock.]

[ oh, the gift. he'd almost forgotten all over again. ] I'd never have my mouth off you, if you had a nipple piercing... we might have to find a new line of work. [ he plucks the box up and glances at getou, warm and tingly under that mischievous gaze. he tears it open and pulls it out, pupils shrinking at the bright, icy blue bullet. his cheeks turn a powdery, soft shade of pink, and blue eyes sparkle as he rolls it in his hand to warm it up. ] It matches me.

[ he leans in and kisses getou greedily, licking into his mouth as his hips roll them together teasingly. ] We could quit and move to Malaysia... I've got a trust fund. We wouldn't have to work or fight curses, just play like this every night...