[ Given how comfortable and willing Winter has been with the whole arrangement, Gojo isn't surprised in the least that he's prepared for something like this. Leaning over and reaching his long arm to snag open the drawer of the nightstand, he notes that lube is far from the only thing in there, too, a fact which he will...bear in mind. How fortunate he is, to have found someone willing to be so adventurous in bed. He doesn't need that to enjoy himself, but still, it whets his appetite for possible future encounters.
For now, though, all he needs is this small bottle of lube, and deftly, he flips open the lid to tip a portion into his opposite palm, before returning the bottle to the nightstand. ]
You've got quite the stash in your drawer there.
[ He muses, watching the other man's face closely, pupils wide and dark in astral blue, as he starts to coat Winter's cock in oil, easing the way of his fingers as he touches him. Feeling him this way is so much better, too β his hand glides with all the filthy ease in the world now, as Gojo strokes him from root to tip and back again with a quickened pace. ]
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Good boy.
[ Given how comfortable and willing Winter has been with the whole arrangement, Gojo isn't surprised in the least that he's prepared for something like this. Leaning over and reaching his long arm to snag open the drawer of the nightstand, he notes that lube is far from the only thing in there, too, a fact which he will...bear in mind. How fortunate he is, to have found someone willing to be so adventurous in bed. He doesn't need that to enjoy himself, but still, it whets his appetite for possible future encounters.
For now, though, all he needs is this small bottle of lube, and deftly, he flips open the lid to tip a portion into his opposite palm, before returning the bottle to the nightstand. ]
You've got quite the stash in your drawer there.
[ He muses, watching the other man's face closely, pupils wide and dark in astral blue, as he starts to coat Winter's cock in oil, easing the way of his fingers as he touches him. Feeling him this way is so much better, too β his hand glides with all the filthy ease in the world now, as Gojo strokes him from root to tip and back again with a quickened pace. ]