[ What a gentleman. Fortunately, Gojo is equally eager to make his boundaries clear, such as they are, far off from any point they're likely to reach tonight, or...ever, most likely. ]
Then, please, make a mess of me in any way you see fit.
[ But for now, he's left with a nice, swelling mark on his neck β he'll have to forego his high-collared jacket in favor of something wider to show it off. He wouldn't want Winter's hard work to go unappreciated...but it soon falls to the back of his mind, with Winter's attentions moving further south, with the tendril releasing the front of his trousers that releases some of the pressure. Relief, yes, but it also serves to remind him how little attention his cock has yet been paid; they'll have to fix that, soon enough. Patience isn't his strong suite, but he can employ it when needed, when it serves to heighten their shared pleasure.
So he doesn't intervene, much as his fingers might itch to, as Winter divests him of his jeans and sporty boxer briefs β he uses those fingers instead to grasp instead at the bedding beneath him, watching Winter's expression with keen interest as he unveils his lower half inch by painstaking inch. There's hunger in the other man's eyes, and while he's never one to worry that his partner won't like what they see β of course they will, he knows how beautiful he is β he nevertheless enjoys seeing him so enraptured with his body alone, with his slender hips the dip of his hipbones and the girth of his cock, thighs all muscle. What's not to like, not to want?
Yet he can't help a playful: ]
Enjoying what you see?
[ He teases, even as he angles up his knee and calf to press between Winter's legs, where his own arousal swells beneath his trousers. ]
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Then, please, make a mess of me in any way you see fit.
[ But for now, he's left with a nice, swelling mark on his neck β he'll have to forego his high-collared jacket in favor of something wider to show it off. He wouldn't want Winter's hard work to go unappreciated...but it soon falls to the back of his mind, with Winter's attentions moving further south, with the tendril releasing the front of his trousers that releases some of the pressure. Relief, yes, but it also serves to remind him how little attention his cock has yet been paid; they'll have to fix that, soon enough. Patience isn't his strong suite, but he can employ it when needed, when it serves to heighten their shared pleasure.
So he doesn't intervene, much as his fingers might itch to, as Winter divests him of his jeans and sporty boxer briefs β he uses those fingers instead to grasp instead at the bedding beneath him, watching Winter's expression with keen interest as he unveils his lower half inch by painstaking inch. There's hunger in the other man's eyes, and while he's never one to worry that his partner won't like what they see β of course they will, he knows how beautiful he is β he nevertheless enjoys seeing him so enraptured with his body alone, with his slender hips the dip of his hipbones and the girth of his cock, thighs all muscle. What's not to like, not to want?
Yet he can't help a playful: ]
Enjoying what you see?
[ He teases, even as he angles up his knee and calf to press between Winter's legs, where his own arousal swells beneath his trousers. ]