[ Winter is certainly learning just how greedy his partner is. Greedy for praise and looks and touch and pleasure, greedy enough to curl his fingers around himself and seek some small bit of relief. Winter finds himself abruptly jealous of those fingers, wondering what the heat of Gojo’s cock would feel like in his hand, or heavy on his tongue.

There’s plenty of time to find out, isn’t there? This is surely the start of something, and they can have each other as many ways as they want from here.

He hisses slightly through his teeth when he’s suddenly left unattended, Gojo’s touch drawing elsewhere. He would almost protest, if not for the sudden intrusion of a finger inside him. His whole body tenses, flexing, and then on a breathy exhale, relaxes with well-practiced ease. ]

Mm. Very good. But oh, you poor thing. I’ve left you wanting, haven’t I?

[ This, as the cool, slick touch of a tentacle winds its way around the base of Gojo’s cock, coiling like a snake, like he means to envelop the whole, hot length of him in cool darkness and starlight. ]

It’s only fair, isn’t it? That you get to feel this as you shake me apart.