[ A laugh rumbles up from his chest, a roll of distant thunder that vibrates between them, huffed out warmly against Gojo's skin. Winter's lips part against the crook of Gojo's neck, accompanied by the soft scrape of teeth over already tender flesh. There are legs bracketing his waist, a hand at the band of his trousers, and a gorgeous man telling him to go harder. ]
Harder? Are you saying you want to bleed for me, darling?
[ That escalated quickly, but then this whole encounter has been about escalating to an insane degree. Both of them have brought powers and abilities to bear that they normally wouldn't on the first instance, but they seem to have come to some sort of silent agreement that they can each handle it. Relish it, even. In Winter's long and storied sexual history, this one instance has risen quickly through the ranks for the thrill and unpredictability alone.
Something wriggles between them — the tendril coiled tight around Gojo's thigh undulates, moves, and teases in return, that cool slickness brushing against Gojo's length through the fabric of his underwear, no doubt heading for the fastenings of his jeans. ]
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Harder? Are you saying you want to bleed for me, darling?
[ That escalated quickly, but then this whole encounter has been about escalating to an insane degree. Both of them have brought powers and abilities to bear that they normally wouldn't on the first instance, but they seem to have come to some sort of silent agreement that they can each handle it. Relish it, even. In Winter's long and storied sexual history, this one instance has risen quickly through the ranks for the thrill and unpredictability alone.
Something wriggles between them — the tendril coiled tight around Gojo's thigh undulates, moves, and teases in return, that cool slickness brushing against Gojo's length through the fabric of his underwear, no doubt heading for the fastenings of his jeans. ]