[ Which is an apparently important distinction. Perhaps it's obvious by now that Winter's own boundaries are quite broad, but knowing his partner will enjoy himself is what makes any endeavor worth it.
He noses along Gojo's throat, breathing in the scent of him, the heat and sweat on his skin, and exhales on a low murmur. ]
A little mess on the sheets is hardly a bother.
[ A mess of whatever kind.
For the moment, though, it seems Gojo has had enough of him being half-dressed, and he could not agree more. He wants to see all of the other man, feel all of him. Those jeans are in the way, so that cool, wriggling pressure continues to travel along Gojo's fly until, with surprising dexterity, it releases the button and eases down the zipper. A small bit of relief from the confines of the denim, no doubt.
Winter rights himself for the moment, leaving the expanse of Gojo's neck unexplored, save the angry red mark he left behind just a bit ago. This, he wants to do with his own hands. To see with his own eyes. Long fingers hook into the waistband of his partner's pants and underthings both and he eases them over Gojo's hips as one. His gaze roams hungrily over every new inch of skin exposed. ]
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[ Which is an apparently important distinction. Perhaps it's obvious by now that Winter's own boundaries are quite broad, but knowing his partner will enjoy himself is what makes any endeavor worth it.
He noses along Gojo's throat, breathing in the scent of him, the heat and sweat on his skin, and exhales on a low murmur. ]
A little mess on the sheets is hardly a bother.
[ A mess of whatever kind.
For the moment, though, it seems Gojo has had enough of him being half-dressed, and he could not agree more. He wants to see all of the other man, feel all of him. Those jeans are in the way, so that cool, wriggling pressure continues to travel along Gojo's fly until, with surprising dexterity, it releases the button and eases down the zipper. A small bit of relief from the confines of the denim, no doubt.
Winter rights himself for the moment, leaving the expanse of Gojo's neck unexplored, save the angry red mark he left behind just a bit ago. This, he wants to do with his own hands. To see with his own eyes. Long fingers hook into the waistband of his partner's pants and underthings both and he eases them over Gojo's hips as one. His gaze roams hungrily over every new inch of skin exposed. ]