[ That's the question, isn't it? And Gojo isn't meek β instead, he's greedy, voracious, struck by all the lovely, beautiful ways he could fuck the man beneath him, or be fucked by him. He wouldn't care either way, as he's certain by now that Winter wouldn't, either. And no doubt, they have plenty of time to enjoy one another's company, so it's not as though they will only have this once.
So, what is he going to do with him?
His gaze sharpens with need as he swallows against the tension in his throat, which soon gives way to an unfettered groan. With the hands that glide over Winter's thighs, Gojo's fingertips stop at the creases of his hipbones, drawing inward with his index fingers. ]
Take you apart with my hands.
[ That's where he'd like to start, and he is, of course, very good with his hands β almost as good as he is with his mouth. With a dexterous swipe of his finger, he draws his touch along the underside of Winter's cock from root to tip, thumbing over his slit. ]
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So, what is he going to do with him?
His gaze sharpens with need as he swallows against the tension in his throat, which soon gives way to an unfettered groan. With the hands that glide over Winter's thighs, Gojo's fingertips stop at the creases of his hipbones, drawing inward with his index fingers. ]
Take you apart with my hands.
[ That's where he'd like to start, and he is, of course, very good with his hands β almost as good as he is with his mouth. With a dexterous swipe of his finger, he draws his touch along the underside of Winter's cock from root to tip, thumbing over his slit. ]
Would you like that?