[ Oh, but this is a sight, isn't it? Gojo lithe and pale, arching so prettily against the inky dark of the sheets beneath him. He is a gorgeous man, and Winter is more than happy to take a moment to admire him. Or, perhaps he can only divide his attention so much as he guides a pair of tentacles up Gojo's sides to carve their cool trails over the muscles of his chest. To encircle his pecs to undulate and squeeze and tease over his nipples. Either way, he very much enjoys what he sees.
Winter can feel that coolness between them, cutting through the insistent heat of their bodies as he leans in finally to taste that which has been offered to him so readily. His breath fans against Gojo's throat, his lips warm and thorough in their explorations, until the sudden sting of teeth clamp down where his throat begins to slope into his shoulder. He's not gentle about it, encouraged by the other man's reaction to the way he'd tugged on his hair. ]
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Winter can feel that coolness between them, cutting through the insistent heat of their bodies as he leans in finally to taste that which has been offered to him so readily. His breath fans against Gojo's throat, his lips warm and thorough in their explorations, until the sudden sting of teeth clamp down where his throat begins to slope into his shoulder. He's not gentle about it, encouraged by the other man's reaction to the way he'd tugged on his hair. ]