[ Please, there's nothing subtle about that. Winter cocks his head a little, amused and curious in equal measure. The motion gives Gojo a very nice view of the rapidly darkening mark he's left on pale skin. ]
I'm always good.
[ The words are practically a purr as they leave his mouth. He allows Gojo to guide his hand back to his skin. Just that brief moment apart has left him wanting, even with his tentacles still maintaining contact. He feels like he could bring all eight of them into play and have his hands all over Gojo and it still wouldn't be enough. Just what sort of pesky magic did they weave into that spa?
His hand paints a trail of heat along the other man's torso, from his hip up to his shoulder, skin so, so warm in sharp contrast to the cool touch of the tendrils of blackness making their own lazy way around Gojo's body. Fingers suddenly find their way into the snow-white locks of Gojo's hair, curling tight to give an experimental little tug to one side — testing the waters, with the dual purpose of getting the other to expose their throat more readily. Winter wants his own chance to explore. ]
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I'm always good.
[ The words are practically a purr as they leave his mouth. He allows Gojo to guide his hand back to his skin. Just that brief moment apart has left him wanting, even with his tentacles still maintaining contact. He feels like he could bring all eight of them into play and have his hands all over Gojo and it still wouldn't be enough. Just what sort of pesky magic did they weave into that spa?
His hand paints a trail of heat along the other man's torso, from his hip up to his shoulder, skin so, so warm in sharp contrast to the cool touch of the tendrils of blackness making their own lazy way around Gojo's body. Fingers suddenly find their way into the snow-white locks of Gojo's hair, curling tight to give an experimental little tug to one side — testing the waters, with the dual purpose of getting the other to expose their throat more readily. Winter wants his own chance to explore. ]