[ gojou doesn't have a chance to trip over his words, so his feet will have to do, stumbling a little as getou yanks him inside the threshold. probably in ignorance of the brilliant pink color of gojou's cheeks, too. it shouldn't surprise him, getou was always great at flirting when he bothered to do it, but observing it and receiving it are clearly a world apart. ]
[ he keeps his comments to himself as they slip down narrow hallways to a room at the end. gojou lets himself be pulled through the sliding door, watching getou's face as he laughs and reminisces. it's the first time he's seen all the tension melt out of those broad shoulders all night. ]
Everyone assumed I was the one dragging you out and getting you into trouble, but you suggested we sneak out or dodge our handler to get noodles half the time. [ if it was to placate gojou with late-night conbini runs, well, that's really besides the point. ]
[ getou still has him cornered between the door and himself, so gojou takes advantage of the proximity and leans in to press a kiss to the corner of getou's mouth. ] Never got to end with a kiss, though.
You could tell them now. They'd probably believe you. Add it to my veritable list of crimes.
( The kiss is sweet, he feels it prickling against his skin as they both breathe. He pulls back to look at Gojo in the dark of his room, the windows half shuttered and no lights on. He could put one on, he thinks, but then he finds he likes the mood of it. )
Satoru -.
( A start, a stop. His tone has shifted between one breathe and the next, gone low and tender instead of teasing. His hands fall against his old friend's hips, rucking the fabric of his yukata beneath greedy fingers. When he leans in this time it's with a kiss far more intent, pressing the other man against the door so his mouth can capture his, a desperation unfolding in his chest. It doesn't take long for the kiss to turn needy, he licks his way into Gojo's mouth with determination, chasing the faintest taste of the soju from behind his teeth. )
[ it’s easier in the dark, even though he can see anything it could try to hide anyway, he can feel Getou relax in the blanket of it. hands on his hips ruck up the fabric of his kimono, and gojou’s find themselves tangling in that dark hair as he surges into the kiss. ]
[ getou pushes him up against the door and it elicits a sharp gasp, low exhale as their hips press flush together. ] Suguru.
[ he cups getou’s jaw, palm sliding down the column of his neck and skimming the skin peeking out of the collar of his kimono, thumb brushing along the line of his collar bone before gojou’s palm is dragging down getou’s chest, tracing every curve and dip, the sharp jut of ribs and plane of his toned stomach before he grips at his waist. a body he never had a chance to explore this way when they were young, one he’s hungry to learn now. ]
( He laughs without meaning to, a startled huff of sound that sounds boyish, briefly shy. He makes up for it by letting his mouth drag against the line of Gojo's jaw, nosing up to just below his ear so his lips can press against his pulse point. It means his words are muffled, lips forming the words against skin. )
Do you want to go to bed with me, Satoru?
( An old purr, but shaped into something new. He drags his teeth there after, lightly, just enough to be something. )
Because that's where compliments like that get you.
( Teasing, but he hooks fingers into fabric and tugs ever so slightly, taking a step back like he'll lead him if he's given the go-to. )
[ things he never imagined actually hearing from getou’s lips, pressed against his skin or anywhere else. but it’s a high too good not to chase to hear that shy laugh, breathless and warm. it’s how he remembers getou at the best of times. ]
Do you invite everyone who tells you how good you look into your bed - or just me? [ he lets Getou tug him toward, eyes lidded and low as he follows him over to the futon. ]
Be aware there’s really only one right answer. [ now and in general, as gojou’s fingers wind in getou’s belt and tug at it, loosening it. that dark kimono goes a little also around getou’s waist, and gojou’s eyes follow it, the strip of skin peeking out between the loosened neckline inspiring a flush high in his cheeks. ]
( There's very little severity in it, his eyes sparkle in the dim light of his bedroom, catlike amusement. ) Ah, Satoru, no need to worry. I'm very discerning.
( He talks a big game, plays at the pantomime villain, pretends to be the seductress, but he's always had a soft, evasive heart and there's never been anyone clever enough to catch it. Or anyone else , maybe. Because there had been Gojo Satoru, and if Geto had thought about kissing him as a teenager then he's sure he's on an extensive list. He sinks down onto the futon slowly, hands shifting to Gojo's hips and tugging him in close, head tipped upwards to smile at him through a slant of light. )
Come here.
( Coaxing, drawing the other man down with him and then promptly rolling him onto his back atop of sheets that smell like Geto, hair falling over his shoulder to hide them behind the curtain of it. )
What about you, mm? Do I have to fight off other contenders? I could do it.
[ and all of it's relieved in an instant by getou suguru beckoning him closer. just a tug of his hips and a soft invitation is enough to chase any thoughts of someone else from the shadowy corners of the years they've been apart. ]
[ gojou lets himself be pinned to the futon, sinks into curtained darkness that feels like a safehaven and smells like getou's hair, his skin, his cursed energy. even in the dark, there's something luminous about his eyes that casts the faintest reflection in getou's. ]
Contenders? [ he snorts. there's no helping the hand that reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind getou's ear, grazing a thumb over the gauge in his ear. ] None. The eyes or the blindfold creep them all out too much.
[ he's always been too much for anyone else. maybe he'd care more, if he had any interest in anyone but getou. ]
ok i *think* he's still wearing the blindfold, right? i ctrl+f'd
( He rests on his elbows, hand cupping Gojo's cheek, thumb stroking under the fabric of said blindfold. ) I think they're beautiful, Satoru. I would have looked at them more if it didn't hurt you to have them exposed.
( He leans in, still sweeping his touch along the sharp curve of a cheekbone, mouth brushing against Gojo's softly, a facsimile of a kiss. A tease for the sake of it, something to say a quiet hello. )
Do you want to keep it on now? Or can I take it off?
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[ he keeps his comments to himself as they slip down narrow hallways to a room at the end. gojou lets himself be pulled through the sliding door, watching getou's face as he laughs and reminisces. it's the first time he's seen all the tension melt out of those broad shoulders all night. ]
Everyone assumed I was the one dragging you out and getting you into trouble, but you suggested we sneak out or dodge our handler to get noodles half the time. [ if it was to placate gojou with late-night conbini runs, well, that's really besides the point. ]
[ getou still has him cornered between the door and himself, so gojou takes advantage of the proximity and leans in to press a kiss to the corner of getou's mouth. ] Never got to end with a kiss, though.
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( The kiss is sweet, he feels it prickling against his skin as they both breathe. He pulls back to look at Gojo in the dark of his room, the windows half shuttered and no lights on. He could put one on, he thinks, but then he finds he likes the mood of it. )
Satoru -.
( A start, a stop. His tone has shifted between one breathe and the next, gone low and tender instead of teasing. His hands fall against his old friend's hips, rucking the fabric of his yukata beneath greedy fingers. When he leans in this time it's with a kiss far more intent, pressing the other man against the door so his mouth can capture his, a desperation unfolding in his chest. It doesn't take long for the kiss to turn needy, he licks his way into Gojo's mouth with determination, chasing the faintest taste of the soju from behind his teeth. )
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[ getou pushes him up against the door and it elicits a sharp gasp, low exhale as their hips press flush together. ] Suguru.
[ he cups getou’s jaw, palm sliding down the column of his neck and skimming the skin peeking out of the collar of his kimono, thumb brushing along the line of his collar bone before gojou’s palm is dragging down getou’s chest, tracing every curve and dip, the sharp jut of ribs and plane of his toned stomach before he grips at his waist. a body he never had a chance to explore this way when they were young, one he’s hungry to learn now. ]
You’re beautiful.
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Do you want to go to bed with me, Satoru?
( An old purr, but shaped into something new. He drags his teeth there after, lightly, just enough to be something. )
Because that's where compliments like that get you.
( Teasing, but he hooks fingers into fabric and tugs ever so slightly, taking a step back like he'll lead him if he's given the go-to. )
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Do you invite everyone who tells you how good you look into your bed - or just me? [ he lets Getou tug him toward, eyes lidded and low as he follows him over to the futon. ]
Be aware there’s really only one right answer. [ now and in general, as gojou’s fingers wind in getou’s belt and tug at it, loosening it. that dark kimono goes a little also around getou’s waist, and gojou’s eyes follow it, the strip of skin peeking out between the loosened neckline inspiring a flush high in his cheeks. ]
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( There's very little severity in it, his eyes sparkle in the dim light of his bedroom, catlike amusement. ) Ah, Satoru, no need to worry. I'm very discerning.
( He talks a big game, plays at the pantomime villain, pretends to be the seductress, but he's always had a soft, evasive heart and there's never been anyone clever enough to catch it. Or anyone else , maybe. Because there had been Gojo Satoru, and if Geto had thought about kissing him as a teenager then he's sure he's on an extensive list. He sinks down onto the futon slowly, hands shifting to Gojo's hips and tugging him in close, head tipped upwards to smile at him through a slant of light. )
Come here.
( Coaxing, drawing the other man down with him and then promptly rolling him onto his back atop of sheets that smell like Geto, hair falling over his shoulder to hide them behind the curtain of it. )
What about you, mm? Do I have to fight off other contenders? I could do it.
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[ and all of it's relieved in an instant by getou suguru beckoning him closer. just a tug of his hips and a soft invitation is enough to chase any thoughts of someone else from the shadowy corners of the years they've been apart. ]
[ gojou lets himself be pinned to the futon, sinks into curtained darkness that feels like a safehaven and smells like getou's hair, his skin, his cursed energy. even in the dark, there's something luminous about his eyes that casts the faintest reflection in getou's. ]
Contenders? [ he snorts. there's no helping the hand that reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind getou's ear, grazing a thumb over the gauge in his ear. ] None. The eyes or the blindfold creep them all out too much.
[ he's always been too much for anyone else. maybe he'd care more, if he had any interest in anyone but getou. ]
ok i *think* he's still wearing the blindfold, right? i ctrl+f'd
( He rests on his elbows, hand cupping Gojo's cheek, thumb stroking under the fabric of said blindfold. ) I think they're beautiful, Satoru. I would have looked at them more if it didn't hurt you to have them exposed.
( He leans in, still sweeping his touch along the sharp curve of a cheekbone, mouth brushing against Gojo's softly, a facsimile of a kiss. A tease for the sake of it, something to say a quiet hello. )
Do you want to keep it on now? Or can I take it off?