[ The smile that cuts Winter’s features is sharp and satisfied and smug, saying with pleasure in answer to Gojo’s plea for more.
That tentacle winds its way around Gojo’s cock, spiraling from base to tip until he is all but fully enveloped in it. It undulates, a ripple of squeezing pressure and slight movement, and soft, filthy sounds. Winter can feel the heat of him, stark against the tentacle’s cool touch, and while it might not be quite like touching him with his own fingers, he is more than delighted with this, too.
That slick, writhing grip vibrates with the low, gravelly moan that slips out of him, ushered by Gojo exploring him further, filling him with his touch. He certainly knows what he’s doing, and touches him just so, finding that sweet, sensitive spot within him that sends a bolt of pleasure through every nerve where it hums like electricity under his skin. That current whips through his limbs, not least of which the tendril coiled around Gojo’s length, its squeezing and writhing turning erratic for the space of a breath. ]
Again. [ Breathless, rough. The word practically punched from his lungs. ] Please.
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That tentacle winds its way around Gojo’s cock, spiraling from base to tip until he is all but fully enveloped in it. It undulates, a ripple of squeezing pressure and slight movement, and soft, filthy sounds. Winter can feel the heat of him, stark against the tentacle’s cool touch, and while it might not be quite like touching him with his own fingers, he is more than delighted with this, too.
That slick, writhing grip vibrates with the low, gravelly moan that slips out of him, ushered by Gojo exploring him further, filling him with his touch. He certainly knows what he’s doing, and touches him just so, finding that sweet, sensitive spot within him that sends a bolt of pleasure through every nerve where it hums like electricity under his skin. That current whips through his limbs, not least of which the tendril coiled around Gojo’s length, its squeezing and writhing turning erratic for the space of a breath. ]
Again. [ Breathless, rough. The word practically punched from his lungs. ] Please.