[ Oh, that please is so very sweet. A treasure he's going to keep tucked away for those moments he chooses to think back on this encounter. He grins, a sharp flash of teeth in acknowledgement, a promise of what's to come once they're both free of their troublesome clothes.
Enjoying what you see? ]
You know the answer to that.
[ Gojo is nothing short of gorgeous, but even more so when he's naked and flushed and wanting, and this is a fact he is clearly abundantly aware of. Winter will only feed his ego so much in this encounter.
That leg comes up to press against where he's most wanting, and he looses a low groan, angling his hips for just a bit of friction. ]
[ Perhaps it was a little too greedy of him, to want to hear Winter tell him how good he looks in voice gone rough with desire, but his gaze says enough as it travels over every inch of Gojo's bare body. There are few things as thrilling as looking in another's eyes and seeing how much they want him written in their gaze alone. ]
Your turn.
[ His voice is low, but there's a sharpness to his words, as his shoulder blades peel away from the bedding while his hands grasp onto Winter's biceps. Rather than rely on his jujutsu this time to reverse their positions, Gojo allows himself the distinct privilege of urging Winter back with just his hands alone. Even if the other is fluid and responsive, there is still something forceful about his movements, a casual show of strength and urgency. He doesn't press Winter fully back against the sheets, but he does urge him back enough that Gojo can more easily snag the waistband of his trousers and tug them over his hips and away. As Winter had done for him, he tugs his underclothes off too, far too impatient now to wait to take those off separately.
He can still feel the heat from Winter's cock, from where it had pressed to his thigh; he can't deny himself the pleasure of seeing all of him any longer.
Both fully divested of their clothing now, he crawls forward once again, between Winter's knees, his palms alighting over the other man's knees and gliding slow and measure up his thighs. ]
[ Winter has no reason to resist, nothing to prove, so he remains pliant under Gojo's touch, going where urged with ease. There's still an edge to the way the other man treats him, something sharp and unforgiving that presents itself every now and then, the flash of a blade at his throat that thrills rather than terrifies.
He half wonders if Gojo will tear him out of his trousers like he did his shirt. In the next second he decides he doesn't care, so long as that stifling fabric is away from too-warm skin. He longs to be free of it, to be seen. Admired. Gojo eases his trousers over his hips, and Winter arches a little to ease their passage, all lean, lithe muscle sprawled across the bedding, his hair an ebony cascade on the blankets. ]
I know.
[ A cheeky response, or it would be, if it didn't come out of his mouth more breath than sound. He arches further into Gojo's touch with a soft groan, something steeped in want as the other's hands glide over his thighs. ]
Mm. Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?
[ That's the question, isn't it? And Gojo isn't meek — instead, he's greedy, voracious, struck by all the lovely, beautiful ways he could fuck the man beneath him, or be fucked by him. He wouldn't care either way, as he's certain by now that Winter wouldn't, either. And no doubt, they have plenty of time to enjoy one another's company, so it's not as though they will only have this once.
So, what is he going to do with him?
His gaze sharpens with need as he swallows against the tension in his throat, which soon gives way to an unfettered groan. With the hands that glide over Winter's thighs, Gojo's fingertips stop at the creases of his hipbones, drawing inward with his index fingers. ]
Take you apart with my hands.
[ That's where he'd like to start, and he is, of course, very good with his hands — almost as good as he is with his mouth. With a dexterous swipe of his finger, he draws his touch along the underside of Winter's cock from root to tip, thumbing over his slit. ]
[ The nature of that look, the hunger and the way all the possibilities are no doubt playing behind those darkened, crystalline eyes, is enticing. Searing. Winter’s tongue darts from his mouth, drawing across his lips in anticipation. His makeup has long since smeared, and his attention can’t help but be drawn to the dark smudge painted over Gojo’s lips. Gorgeous.
Ah, but those lips will only hold his attention for so long when deft fingers are painting lines of fire across his skin. The slide of Gojo’s hands pulls a groan from him, hips lifting into that touch. That’s what got them here in the first place, isn’t it? The desire to touch and be touched, how simple closeness was not enough to sate that urge. ]
Hah, gods…
[ Breathed out, voice tight with barely leashed desire. Gojo teases him with his fingers, his cock twitching under that touch as the muscles in his abdomen go tense. The tentacles still slithering their way around the other man’s body tighten and undulate, reacting just as surely as the rest of Winter’s body does. ]
[ Gojo has always been one to savor the pleasure of others, when he himself is the source, and oh, how wonderfully responsive Winter is, with his body and his tentacles, offering him a brand of appreciation he hasn't had the opportunity to indulge in before. He could roll right over and let the sensation of all that touch wash over him utterly, but his greed takes a different color for now.
Why hand over the reins when he can touch Winter like this and still enjoy the attentions of his multifaceted touch? ]
Then allow me to unmake you.
[ His gaze, hooded and wanting beneath the heavy veil of his eyelashes, flickers down along the length of Winter's body once more as his fingers pump skillfully over the other man's cock, before flitting back to his face to watch the way pleasure spills over his features, eager to soak up every sight and sound that passes from him. His attentions are slow and languid at first, exploratory as he learns Winter's shape, the silky weight of his skin, but soon the pulls of his fingers grows more insistent, the calloused edge of his thumb dragging across his slit.
Idly, almost nonchalant, despite the flush in his cheeks and his breathless purr: ]
Lube?
[ Hopefully he has something on hand...it's not as though Gojo planned ahead for this. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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 — 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. ]
[ While his ego might not be quite as… in your face as Gojo’s often is, he’s certainly not one to shy away from a bit of praise, and the words elicit a low, rumbling purr in response. He is, as ever, happy to serve. ]
Hah, what can I say? I know what I enjoy.
[ He’s no adventurer in the traditional sense of the word, but all bets are off in the bedroom, even before the tentacles get involved. He and Gojo seemed to have skipped several introductory steps, but that also feels right. He can’t imagine this encounter any other way, with powers and extra limbs all in play.
His eyes track the bottle in Gojo’s hands, hungry and eager, as he tips the contents onto his fingers The anticipatory breath caught in his lungs leaves him in a sound that’s half sigh, half groan, pulled out of him by slicked fingers and quick motions. He already feels too hot, and Gojo just stokes that heat, making something red hot coil in his belly with every stroke. ]
[ A low chuckle rolls in his throat, gaze raking up and down the length of Winter's frame to soak in every bit of lovely feedback he gives him, every little shudder and gasp a testament to just how much he's enjoying himself. As if his words didn't already manage that well enough, but Gojo is a greedy man, eager to lap up every drop of his partner's pleasure. Especially with a partner so undiscovered, in this place he is still growing acquainted with. He may be no stranger to casual sex, but Winter is the first person who's gone to bed with him since his arrival. It's a special occasion.
With his free hand, Gojo reaches for his own heavy, hot girth between his legs to stroke himself, to provide himself with the sweet friction he craves as he pleasures Winter. ]
That's good?
[ He asks coyly, knowing full well just how fucking good he is, hissing out a groan between his teeth. With his fingers still coated, his touch descends lower between Winter's milky thighs, momentarily leaving his cock cooling so he can draw the tip of his index finger along the seam of his ass. ]
And this?
[ Another coy question, his deft touch pressing in further, dipping just past the tight ring of muscle he finds to enter him. ]
[ 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.
[ A low chuckle rolls in his throat, a hot flush cascading over his skin from head to toe as Winter relaxes around his touch, and his lips part to offer some more sultry words — but on instinct, his fingers flutter away from his own cock as one of Winter's tentacles coils around it instead, offering him a sensation unlike one he's ever really experienced before.
His eyes squeeze shut tight, head tipping back as his hips arch into that sleek, cool touch, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip, before an unfettered groan slips through anyway. ]
Fuck, that's... [ In place of words, an indulgent mmm slips past his lips. ] More. Give me more.
[ The request is firm but not forceful as it slips easily from his tongue, and gathering himself, he flattens the palm of his now-free hand against one of Winter's thighs as the finger within him delves in further, filling up that narrow space with his dexterous touch until he can draw the pad of his finger against that sensitive, delicate bud he finds with. ]
[ 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.
[ It really doesn't matter which of them is on top and which one is on bottom, when they're both more than eager to voice their desire for more, and equally willing to give it. Maybe during their build-up, he had been a bit coy about taking the lead, but now that they actually have their hands — and tentacles — on and within one another, he's not worried about that. All that he can think about is how damn good the light, coiled touch of Winter's tentacle feels around his cock when he pulls it against him, dragging another groan from his lips.
It's not quite like anything he's experienced before, and that's what thrills him before. Something new, undiscovered, that feels so incredible.
Teeth barred, he presses a hiss of pleasure between them with his tongue, as he does just as Winter requests, curling his touch once more to his prostate. He doesn't need to tell Winter how fucking beautiful he looks enraptured in bliss like that, but it passes through his mind, a wisp of coherent thought where there is so little. ]
Hah...haha... [ A sharp exhale of a laugh. ] You can take more than that, can't you, gorgeous?
[ He withdraws his index finger from Winter, but only so he can add a second finger, before pressing his touch within him once more. ]
[ 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. ]
[ No, Gojo won't leave him wanting for long, much as he enjoys being tease, he also loves to please, the push and pull of his personality reflected in how he takes lovers in bed. He can at least be somewhat more merciful and yielding for this first time, before his brattier side inevitably rears its head in the future.
As he explores within Winter, his deft touch slow and almost lazy, the hand at Winter's thigh glides over to his cock to continue the work he started with his other hand earlier, curling his fingers around his base and dragging slow and sure upwards.
It may not be as nice as having a whole tentacle coiled around his length, but he's not using his powers again...not just yet. This is more than enough for now, and soon enough, he may be too distracted to offer anything more, anyway. His hips buck instinctively into Winter's touch, a bead of precome forming at his tip, leaning over the other man as his hair falls lank in his eyes. ]
We have. Lucky us...
[ And he genuinely means that, too. What a privilege it is, that things have unfolded in this way, that he can feel so warm and alive and close to another person like this. ]
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Enjoying what you see? ]
You know the answer to that.
[ Gojo is nothing short of gorgeous, but even more so when he's naked and flushed and wanting, and this is a fact he is clearly abundantly aware of. Winter will only feed his ego so much in this encounter.
That leg comes up to press against where he's most wanting, and he looses a low groan, angling his hips for just a bit of friction. ]
My turn now, hm?
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Your turn.
[ His voice is low, but there's a sharpness to his words, as his shoulder blades peel away from the bedding while his hands grasp onto Winter's biceps. Rather than rely on his jujutsu this time to reverse their positions, Gojo allows himself the distinct privilege of urging Winter back with just his hands alone. Even if the other is fluid and responsive, there is still something forceful about his movements, a casual show of strength and urgency. He doesn't press Winter fully back against the sheets, but he does urge him back enough that Gojo can more easily snag the waistband of his trousers and tug them over his hips and away. As Winter had done for him, he tugs his underclothes off too, far too impatient now to wait to take those off separately.
He can still feel the heat from Winter's cock, from where it had pressed to his thigh; he can't deny himself the pleasure of seeing all of him any longer.
Both fully divested of their clothing now, he crawls forward once again, between Winter's knees, his palms alighting over the other man's knees and gliding slow and measure up his thighs. ]
God...you're beautiful.
[ Pale skin and ink-black tattoos and all. ]
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He half wonders if Gojo will tear him out of his trousers like he did his shirt. In the next second he decides he doesn't care, so long as that stifling fabric is away from too-warm skin. He longs to be free of it, to be seen. Admired. Gojo eases his trousers over his hips, and Winter arches a little to ease their passage, all lean, lithe muscle sprawled across the bedding, his hair an ebony cascade on the blankets. ]
I know.
[ A cheeky response, or it would be, if it didn't come out of his mouth more breath than sound. He arches further into Gojo's touch with a soft groan, something steeped in want as the other's hands glide over his thighs. ]
Mm. Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?
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So, what is he going to do with him?
His gaze sharpens with need as he swallows against the tension in his throat, which soon gives way to an unfettered groan. With the hands that glide over Winter's thighs, Gojo's fingertips stop at the creases of his hipbones, drawing inward with his index fingers. ]
Take you apart with my hands.
[ That's where he'd like to start, and he is, of course, very good with his hands — almost as good as he is with his mouth. With a dexterous swipe of his finger, he draws his touch along the underside of Winter's cock from root to tip, thumbing over his slit. ]
Would you like that?
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Ah, but those lips will only hold his attention for so long when deft fingers are painting lines of fire across his skin. The slide of Gojo’s hands pulls a groan from him, hips lifting into that touch. That’s what got them here in the first place, isn’t it? The desire to touch and be touched, how simple closeness was not enough to sate that urge. ]
Hah, gods…
[ Breathed out, voice tight with barely leashed desire. Gojo teases him with his fingers, his cock twitching under that touch as the muscles in his abdomen go tense. The tentacles still slithering their way around the other man’s body tighten and undulate, reacting just as surely as the rest of Winter’s body does. ]
I’d like nothing more.
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Why hand over the reins when he can touch Winter like this and still enjoy the attentions of his multifaceted touch? ]
Then allow me to unmake you.
[ His gaze, hooded and wanting beneath the heavy veil of his eyelashes, flickers down along the length of Winter's body once more as his fingers pump skillfully over the other man's cock, before flitting back to his face to watch the way pleasure spills over his features, eager to soak up every sight and sound that passes from him. His attentions are slow and languid at first, exploratory as he learns Winter's shape, the silky weight of his skin, but soon the pulls of his fingers grows more insistent, the calloused edge of his thumb dragging across his slit.
Idly, almost nonchalant, despite the flush in his cheeks and his breathless purr: ]
Lube?
[ Hopefully he has something on hand...it's not as though Gojo planned ahead for this. ]
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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. ]
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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 — 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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Hah, what can I say? I know what I enjoy.
[ He’s no adventurer in the traditional sense of the word, but all bets are off in the bedroom, even before the tentacles get involved. He and Gojo seemed to have skipped several introductory steps, but that also feels right. He can’t imagine this encounter any other way, with powers and extra limbs all in play.
His eyes track the bottle in Gojo’s hands, hungry and eager, as he tips the contents onto his fingers The anticipatory breath caught in his lungs leaves him in a sound that’s half sigh, half groan, pulled out of him by slicked fingers and quick motions. He already feels too hot, and Gojo just stokes that heat, making something red hot coil in his belly with every stroke. ]
Hells. Fuck. Just like that.
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With his free hand, Gojo reaches for his own heavy, hot girth between his legs to stroke himself, to provide himself with the sweet friction he craves as he pleasures Winter. ]
That's good?
[ He asks coyly, knowing full well just how fucking good he is, hissing out a groan between his teeth. With his fingers still coated, his touch descends lower between Winter's milky thighs, momentarily leaving his cock cooling so he can draw the tip of his index finger along the seam of his ass. ]
And this?
[ Another coy question, his deft touch pressing in further, dipping just past the tight ring of muscle he finds to enter him. ]
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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.
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His eyes squeeze shut tight, head tipping back as his hips arch into that sleek, cool touch, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip, before an unfettered groan slips through anyway. ]
Fuck, that's... [ In place of words, an indulgent mmm slips past his lips. ] More. Give me more.
[ The request is firm but not forceful as it slips easily from his tongue, and gathering himself, he flattens the palm of his now-free hand against one of Winter's thighs as the finger within him delves in further, filling up that narrow space with his dexterous touch until he can draw the pad of his finger against that sensitive, delicate bud he finds with. ]
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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.
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It's not quite like anything he's experienced before, and that's what thrills him before. Something new, undiscovered, that feels so incredible.
Teeth barred, he presses a hiss of pleasure between them with his tongue, as he does just as Winter requests, curling his touch once more to his prostate. He doesn't need to tell Winter how fucking beautiful he looks enraptured in bliss like that, but it passes through his mind, a wisp of coherent thought where there is so little. ]
Hah...haha... [ A sharp exhale of a laugh. ] You can take more than that, can't you, gorgeous?
[ He withdraws his index finger from Winter, but only so he can add a second finger, before pressing his touch within him once more. ]
Still a little tight...heh.
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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?
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As he explores within Winter, his deft touch slow and almost lazy, the hand at Winter's thigh glides over to his cock to continue the work he started with his other hand earlier, curling his fingers around his base and dragging slow and sure upwards.
It may not be as nice as having a whole tentacle coiled around his length, but he's not using his powers again...not just yet. This is more than enough for now, and soon enough, he may be too distracted to offer anything more, anyway. His hips buck instinctively into Winter's touch, a bead of precome forming at his tip, leaning over the other man as his hair falls lank in his eyes. ]
We have. Lucky us...
[ And he genuinely means that, too. What a privilege it is, that things have unfolded in this way, that he can feel so warm and alive and close to another person like this. ]