[ Perfect β Winter gives him exactly what he wants, that keen, captivated attention, though he doesn't leave Gojo entirely to his own devices, which suits him just as well. It's been clear from the onset that Winter knows his way around another person's body, and in the back of his mind, Gojo is quietly grateful that he's fallen into bed with someone like this. There's no questioning frustration about what the other's experience level is, leaving him to up the ante as he sees fit. There's little need to get feelings belong lust involved at all, and that's what he needs right now. An engaging partner with an eager mouth and curious hands β and tentacles. He's very fortunate indeed.
He'll have to, you know, make it a point to get to know Winter better after this.
The touch of Winter's palms over Gojo's too-tight skin earns him a sigh of approval, a sound that nears a purr, but the grasp of the tenacle around his thigh wins him a stuttering gasp, that cool touch against skin so soft and sensitive near maddening. ]
Ah β unfair. [ Says the man who stuck his partner to the bed... ] You tease. You haven't even taken my pants off yet...
[ Of course, Gojo hasn't given him much opportunity to. He continues his descent, his mouth sweeping over the soft flesh of Winter's navel, while he works open the front of Winter's trousers at last, grazing his palm over the bulge of his cock. ]
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He'll have to, you know, make it a point to get to know Winter better after this.
The touch of Winter's palms over Gojo's too-tight skin earns him a sigh of approval, a sound that nears a purr, but the grasp of the tenacle around his thigh wins him a stuttering gasp, that cool touch against skin so soft and sensitive near maddening. ]
Ah β unfair. [ Says the man who stuck his partner to the bed... ] You tease. You haven't even taken my pants off yet...
[ Of course, Gojo hasn't given him much opportunity to. He continues his descent, his mouth sweeping over the soft flesh of Winter's navel, while he works open the front of Winter's trousers at last, grazing his palm over the bulge of his cock. ]