[ Perhaps it's a testament to the kinds of encounters Gojo has had like this, or perhaps he's just that difficult to faze, but he hardly seems surprised by the touch of one of Winter's tentacles gliding up his body, coiling around him in a way that should feel dangerous, but remains tantalizing by that same turn. Its cool touch sends a shiver right down his spine, a welcome contrast to the heat of Winter's hands, both serving to only stoke his need further. Hadn't this started because he couldn't touch, couldn't be touched enough? Yet he still isn't sated. Not remotely.
So he doesn't hesitate as he moves on top of Winter, straddling his narrow waist between his knees, leaning down to close the space between them and kiss him once more. This is perfect β he's exactly where he wants to be, and while Gojo need not always be the one in control, for this encounter, he leans into it more heavily than he otherwise might. That Winter seems to be into it helps, of course, but despite the way their personalities have clicked, Winter is someone that he simply can't trust yet. It might be incredibly reckless to sleep with him, to lower Limitless, but that's never stopped Gojo before. Desides, a hint of danger only adds to the allure, stoking the heat in his gut that drives him boldly forward.
Fingers dragging up the frets of his Winter's on each side of his chest, Gojo's hands slip between them, only minutely interrupting that scorching brush of skin against skin, so he can drag his thumbs over the buds of Winter's nipples. As his kiss pulls free with a gasp of breath, he mouths at the corner of the other man's jaw, before murmuring: ]
Enjoying yourself? You have a lot of hands β or otherwise β on me.
[ Lower his mouth moves, searing against the pale swath of Winter's neck, before finding a nice patch of skin to sink his teeth into and suck. ]
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So he doesn't hesitate as he moves on top of Winter, straddling his narrow waist between his knees, leaning down to close the space between them and kiss him once more. This is perfect β he's exactly where he wants to be, and while Gojo need not always be the one in control, for this encounter, he leans into it more heavily than he otherwise might. That Winter seems to be into it helps, of course, but despite the way their personalities have clicked, Winter is someone that he simply can't trust yet. It might be incredibly reckless to sleep with him, to lower Limitless, but that's never stopped Gojo before. Desides, a hint of danger only adds to the allure, stoking the heat in his gut that drives him boldly forward.
Fingers dragging up the frets of his Winter's on each side of his chest, Gojo's hands slip between them, only minutely interrupting that scorching brush of skin against skin, so he can drag his thumbs over the buds of Winter's nipples. As his kiss pulls free with a gasp of breath, he mouths at the corner of the other man's jaw, before murmuring: ]
Enjoying yourself? You have a lot of hands β or otherwise β on me.
[ Lower his mouth moves, searing against the pale swath of Winter's neck, before finding a nice patch of skin to sink his teeth into and suck. ]