[ Not one to disappoint, Winter wears his pleasure for Gojo to plainly see. His body arcs and writhes with the pass of those fingers over his length, lithe muscle coiling tight. It ripples through him, a wave of heat that exits parted lips in a breathless moan. ]
Haah, fuck.
[ Is there something about the effects of the spa that makes this feel better than usual? It would be worth considering, were he not so distracted by the slow, torturous way the other man explores him. Even his tentacles seem to be reacting more than actively exploring, circling Gojo's waist and limbs with stilted, rippling movements. That contact is still precious, still desired, even if Winter seems to be quite happy to be unmade and let Gojo wait his turn.
He's not so lost as to miss the question, though. A very important question, at that. He angles his head to indicate the little table next to the bed. ]
Top drawer.
[ Let it never be said that Winter was not abundantly prepared for such things. There's all sorts of goodies in there, but namely lube, which is what they're after. ]
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Haah, fuck.
[ Is there something about the effects of the spa that makes this feel better than usual? It would be worth considering, were he not so distracted by the slow, torturous way the other man explores him. Even his tentacles seem to be reacting more than actively exploring, circling Gojo's waist and limbs with stilted, rippling movements. That contact is still precious, still desired, even if Winter seems to be quite happy to be unmade and let Gojo wait his turn.
He's not so lost as to miss the question, though. A very important question, at that. He angles his head to indicate the little table next to the bed. ]
Top drawer.
[ Let it never be said that Winter was not abundantly prepared for such things. There's all sorts of goodies in there, but namely lube, which is what they're after. ]