[ With those skillful fingers, Gojo plays him like an instrument, touching him where he most wants to be touched and sending another burst of pleasure through him like a firecracker. It pulls another groan out of him, head tipped back against the sheets and eyes screwed shut in ecstacy.
It’s instinct more than anything that drives him to keep a sliver of his attention on the tentacle enveloping Gojo’s cock, the desire for contact still burning like an ember in his ribcage. He’s so hot and hard and good in his grip, and all he wants to do is pull more of those noises out of him with that writhing, squeezing pressure. ]
I can take as much as you want me to.
[ Even knowing what’s coming on the heels of those words, the sudden absence of the sweet intrusion of Gojo’s finger strikes him all-too soon, and it’s only by the grace of experience that he doesn’t whine about it. He’s not left wanting for long, anyway, and like before his body eases, relishing in the stretch. ]
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It’s instinct more than anything that drives him to keep a sliver of his attention on the tentacle enveloping Gojo’s cock, the desire for contact still burning like an ember in his ribcage. He’s so hot and hard and good in his grip, and all he wants to do is pull more of those noises out of him with that writhing, squeezing pressure. ]
I can take as much as you want me to.
[ Even knowing what’s coming on the heels of those words, the sudden absence of the sweet intrusion of Gojo’s finger strikes him all-too soon, and it’s only by the grace of experience that he doesn’t whine about it. He’s not left wanting for long, anyway, and like before his body eases, relishing in the stretch. ]
Haah, well… we’ve only just begun, haven’t we?