[ Yes, he can handle it, as they both seem to be able to, experienced and adventurous to cultivate an understanding between them that will no doubt make this a very memorable first time together. The first time but not the last, if it's up to Gojo; even if the spa might have helped them reach this point sooner, he has little doubt they would have wound up here soon enough anyway. Even if all they've done is foreplay, that alone is enough to tell him the rest will meet his expectations, and that he will eagerly come back for more, in the future.
But he won't let that distract from his present. Mouthing at Winter's ear, he presses the flat of his tongue against his earlobe before his breath huffs right against it β not quite the sensual exhale he intended, but it can't be helped. The touch of Winter's tendril to his length has him writhing, its cool touch stark against the heat of his cock, even with the thin fabric of his underwear separating them. Hah...what would it be like to get a handjob from a tentacle? (A tentacle job??) He's looking forward to finding out. ]
If you'd like to. I can heal myself, so I won't make a mess of your bed...
[ As the tendril reaches for the fastenings of his jeans, so do Gojo's fingers reach for those of Winter's trousers. They've kept their pants on for long enough, he thinks. ]
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But he won't let that distract from his present. Mouthing at Winter's ear, he presses the flat of his tongue against his earlobe before his breath huffs right against it β not quite the sensual exhale he intended, but it can't be helped. The touch of Winter's tendril to his length has him writhing, its cool touch stark against the heat of his cock, even with the thin fabric of his underwear separating them. Hah...what would it be like to get a handjob from a tentacle? (A tentacle job??) He's looking forward to finding out. ]
If you'd like to. I can heal myself, so I won't make a mess of your bed...
[ As the tendril reaches for the fastenings of his jeans, so do Gojo's fingers reach for those of Winter's trousers. They've kept their pants on for long enough, he thinks. ]
Not by bleeding, anyway.