[ The heat and pressure of Winter's mouth might be about the only thing that could distract Gojo away from the contrast of hot and cold between their bodies, and how good that feels β but Winter's intuition is absolutely correct. As Winter provides his neck the attentions of his lips and tongue and teeth, Gojo's fingers curl into his hair once again, fingernails scratching gentle but steadfast against his scalp to encourage even more of that sharp pleasure.
In his opinion, it's not much of an encounter if they don't leave marks on one another. Shameless as he is, he will gladly wear this mark that Winter leaves on him, turning his head just enough for a heady chuckle to beat against Winter's ear. ]
You can go harder.
[ As hard as he wants, really. His knees snap tight to Winter's waist, to keep him where he is, while his remaining free hand snakes around his partner's waist to the band of his trousers, hooking his thumb just inside at his hip. ]
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In his opinion, it's not much of an encounter if they don't leave marks on one another. Shameless as he is, he will gladly wear this mark that Winter leaves on him, turning his head just enough for a heady chuckle to beat against Winter's ear. ]
You can go harder.
[ As hard as he wants, really. His knees snap tight to Winter's waist, to keep him where he is, while his remaining free hand snakes around his partner's waist to the band of his trousers, hooking his thumb just inside at his hip. ]