( 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?
[ it isn't really about the eyes - or the blindfold - just that gojou as a concept and as a person is too much for most people to handle in more than small doses. it's always been like that, kept at arm's length, until high school. shoko wouldn't say she thinks of him that way, sure, but they're grown and busy now. ]
[ even back then, attention from anyone wasn't the same as attention from getou. ] It seemed like you didn't want to look at them much after Amanai.
[ their lips graze and gojou sighs, feels some of the tension melt out of his shoulders. he presses his cheek against getou's hand in mutual greeting, wonders when the last time he felt secure outside of infinity was. he doesn't think he can recall the last time, specifically. ]
( He stills at the mention of Amanai, his whole body twitching once. It always feels like a shock, the memory. That makes sense considering how she died though, if he closes his eyes he can still hear the gunshot ricochet. It means his fingers pause against Gojo's cheek, his voice going deceptively light. )
I don't think I wanted to look at anything after, Satoru.
( There's so much they didn't say. It crowds now at the back of his throat like a curse that won't go down well, an insistent choking edge. He breathes, in through his nose, out through his mouth, finds the edge of the bandage and tugs. Those eyes look up at him, and Geto sighs. )
[gojou blinks once to let his eyes adjust to the dark, silver hair falling into his face. it isn't easy to look getou in the eye when it comes to this. ]
[ he sighs, grips getou's wrist and brushes a thumb over the vein on the underside. ] No. I'm the one who was avoiding it.
[ he covers getou's hand with his own, pressing it against his cheek and leaning into it, needy, apologetic as much as he can manage the emotion. better than when he was 17, at least. ]
( A noise, helpless. He leans closer so that they're barely a breath away from each other, hair falling into Gojo's face, tickling along his jaw. )
What for? We're here now. Let's not talk about it any more.
( As though to will the silence into existence he closes the gap, presses their mouths together again. The kiss is no less hungry despite their brief interlude, teeth dig into the plushness of his bottom lip and tug ever so slightly, tongue dragging over the indent he leaves behind as a swift apology. )
[ he doesn’t hesitate to press into it, cupping suguru’s face, smoothing equally soft palms over Getou’s skin, down his jaw, along the column of his neck and lets his fingers slip beneath the collar of that dark kimono, teasing each knot of his spine in eager exploration. ]
[ getou’s filled out here - well, everywhere, and he’s dying to get his hands on him. his mouth too, judging by the way he surges into the kiss, licks into his mouth the moment getou’s teeth relent. ]
[ Gojou wants to talk about everything, be able to tell one another’s every thought the way they could when they were young and fearless. he settles for the taste of sake on getou’s tongue, tugs that collar up and then down to reveal one shoulder, then another, almost reverent whenever he grazes skin. the urge to rip it open and admire everything waiting below getou’s kimono is strong. ]
[ He settles for a handful of that ink spill hair again and gives it a tug when they crash into the kiss again. ]
( The hand in his hair gets a noise in reward, a low, eager little sound that reverberates around the kiss. He'd always wondered whether he'd like it or not. Had known from Gojo's habit of tugging on his fringe that it sparked something inside of him, but not the extent. Here and now, fire licks deep in his belly, a gust of laughter in the kiss when they part and surge back together, his own hands skating over a muscular chest and sinking into the firmness of a waist. He wants too many things. He wants everything.
He breaks away with a breathless gasp, eyes bright in the dark. )
I want to put my mouth on you.
( Almost bare chested, hair mussed, mouth curved up into a smirk and his fingertips skating against the fold of fabric, slipping inside to squeeze a pec. )
[ he's too wrapped up in the slide of getou's mouth against his and the hands that wander down his chest and ribs, settle at his waist for the request to register at first. that silky laugh has shivers running up his skin underneath the thin kimono almost as easily as his touch, and when he pulls back gojou looks drunk on it. ]
Hm? [ the question finally processes and heat floods through him, shooting down in his belly and creeping into his cheeks all the way up to his ears. it shouldn't take him off guard considering their current position, but he still feels like he's on unsure footing.]
[ getou was always the only one who could manage it. he shakes himself out it enough to press another kiss against getou's mouth, sliding a palm up along his ribs to press against his spine. ]
Yeah, okay.
had to watch a kimono undressing YouTube video and i still have no idea so let's gooooo
( Pleased, a little breathlessly relieved. The hand underneath the kimono creeps further, disordering the no longer neat line of his clothing, but then it retreats to do everything properly, the sash and the ties and his clever fingers working. )
Help me, mm? ( A sly glance upwards, eyelashes fanning, mouth twitching into amusement. ) Aren't you the one who always says you can get undressed the fastest, Satoru? I'm not feeling very patient.
thank goodness getou's not in his gojo-kesa ad;oifjd
I haven't said that since school. [ mumbled petulantly as his eyes skitter off to find something other than that sly smile to look at. still, his hand reaches back to undo the knot of his sash, tugging it open until it falls slack. another tug and the inner tie at his waist slips open, leaving his kimono loose for getou's taking. ]
So eager to get your mouth on me but your hands don't work? [ he teases despite the flutter of his chest that goes in time with the flutter of getou's long, dark lashes. gojou has the distinct sensation of being in over his head - a foreign thing nowadays. ]
[ gojou finally meets that warm, honeyed gaze. he can feel heat radiating up to the tip of his ears, but there's no helping it when this is the very stuff of his teenage fantasies. ]
we have to concoct elaborate reasons for him not to be in every thread now
ooc: ok help what do u want him wearing under it? some kind of pants + shirt combo thing? i keep googling and i know nothing.
They'll be busy soon enough.
( Still teasing, still barely a purr. But his hands press against Gojo's side again, broad and warm over his undergarments. The outer layers of the kimono are spread out around him like flower petals, and that's very pretty too. He wishes, briefly, that he'd thought to put on a light. Though there's something appealing about the closeness, the dark that shelters them.
Nothing can reach them here.
He ducks closer, mouth against that pink earlobe. )
ooc: you’re gonna love this but he’s probably only got normal underwear on! if it were formal kimono he’d have the under layers but I imagine they’re in something more akin to yukata which a lot of men just go nude under.
Shut up. [ he exhales, breath ghosting over getou’s bare shoulder and as one hand tangles in his hair, cupping his head to keep him close. ]
[ his whole body feels warm and shivery, and each touch is a wave that crashes over him, excitement, anxiety, comfort from that familiar voice brings him. his mouth drags over getou’s jaw, pressing his forehead to getou’s temple. ]
Suguru… Come on and touch me already. [ he tugs at the fabric belt at getou’s waist, pulling it loose. ] Or I’ll get impatient.
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( Sly, but Geto does at least stop teasing long enough to place his hands against Gojo's clavicle, drag the calloused tips of his fingers all the way down. His chest is bare and it's been so long since he saw all that skin on show, since they were this close, and he used to have to resist the urge to touch - doesn't now. So a thumb sweeping over a nipple, circling the shape of it so that it buds beneath his touch, nail running light over the peak. He ducks closer, hair trailing against skin, and pulls that ripe cherry of it between his lips, sucking lightly.
A hunger yawns, a new greed.
When he pulls away it's with a wet sound, immediately descending on the other to tease it into the same shape, fingers worming their way to the waistband of Gojo's underwear. There's heat against his forearm, he drags a painted nail over the bulge present, another ravenous noise tugged from him against Gojo's chest. His eyes flash in the dim light, and then all at once he's moving to divest his old friend from the rest of his barriers, squirming so he can settle between his thighs, one leg thrown over a shoulder and Geto's semi-nervous laughter drifting over an erect cock. )
Fuck. ( Uncharacteristically shaken, his mouth watering. Fingers curl around the length, pump once. ) You feel so warm, Satoru.
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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?
i think so!!
[ even back then, attention from anyone wasn't the same as attention from getou. ] It seemed like you didn't want to look at them much after Amanai.
[ their lips graze and gojou sighs, feels some of the tension melt out of his shoulders. he presses his cheek against getou's hand in mutual greeting, wonders when the last time he felt secure outside of infinity was. he doesn't think he can recall the last time, specifically. ]
You can take it off.
god he's derailing it oh no
I don't think I wanted to look at anything after, Satoru.
( There's so much they didn't say. It crowds now at the back of his throat like a curse that won't go down well, an insistent choking edge. He breathes, in through his nose, out through his mouth, finds the edge of the bandage and tugs. Those eyes look up at him, and Geto sighs. )
Do you think you were the only one I avoided?
he loves to stick his foot in his mouth
[ he sighs, grips getou's wrist and brushes a thumb over the vein on the underside. ] No. I'm the one who was avoiding it.
[ he covers getou's hand with his own, pressing it against his cheek and leaning into it, needy, apologetic as much as he can manage the emotion. better than when he was 17, at least. ]
Forgive me.
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( A noise, helpless. He leans closer so that they're barely a breath away from each other, hair falling into Gojo's face, tickling along his jaw. )
What for? We're here now. Let's not talk about it any more.
( As though to will the silence into existence he closes the gap, presses their mouths together again. The kiss is no less hungry despite their brief interlude, teeth dig into the plushness of his bottom lip and tug ever so slightly, tongue dragging over the indent he leaves behind as a swift apology. )
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[ getou’s filled out here - well, everywhere, and he’s dying to get his hands on him. his mouth too, judging by the way he surges into the kiss, licks into his mouth the moment getou’s teeth relent. ]
[ Gojou wants to talk about everything, be able to tell one another’s every thought the way they could when they were young and fearless. he settles for the taste of sake on getou’s tongue, tugs that collar up and then down to reveal one shoulder, then another, almost reverent whenever he grazes skin. the urge to rip it open and admire everything waiting below getou’s kimono is strong. ]
[ He settles for a handful of that ink spill hair again and gives it a tug when they crash into the kiss again. ]
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He breaks away with a breathless gasp, eyes bright in the dark. )
I want to put my mouth on you.
( Almost bare chested, hair mussed, mouth curved up into a smirk and his fingertips skating against the fold of fabric, slipping inside to squeeze a pec. )
Will you let me, Satoru?
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Hm? [ the question finally processes and heat floods through him, shooting down in his belly and creeping into his cheeks all the way up to his ears. it shouldn't take him off guard considering their current position, but he still feels like he's on unsure footing.]
[ getou was always the only one who could manage it. he shakes himself out it enough to press another kiss against getou's mouth, sliding a palm up along his ribs to press against his spine. ]
Yeah, okay.
had to watch a kimono undressing YouTube video and i still have no idea so let's gooooo
( Pleased, a little breathlessly relieved. The hand underneath the kimono creeps further, disordering the no longer neat line of his clothing, but then it retreats to do everything properly, the sash and the ties and his clever fingers working. )
Help me, mm? ( A sly glance upwards, eyelashes fanning, mouth twitching into amusement. ) Aren't you the one who always says you can get undressed the fastest, Satoru? I'm not feeling very patient.
thank goodness getou's not in his gojo-kesa ad;oifjd
So eager to get your mouth on me but your hands don't work? [ he teases despite the flutter of his chest that goes in time with the flutter of getou's long, dark lashes. gojou has the distinct sensation of being in over his head - a foreign thing nowadays. ]
[ gojou finally meets that warm, honeyed gaze. he can feel heat radiating up to the tip of his ears, but there's no helping it when this is the very stuff of his teenage fantasies. ]
we have to concoct elaborate reasons for him not to be in every thread now
They'll be busy soon enough.
( Still teasing, still barely a purr. But his hands press against Gojo's side again, broad and warm over his undergarments. The outer layers of the kimono are spread out around him like flower petals, and that's very pretty too. He wishes, briefly, that he'd thought to put on a light. Though there's something appealing about the closeness, the dark that shelters them.
Nothing can reach them here.
He ducks closer, mouth against that pink earlobe. )
You're cute like this, Satoru.
he’ll do it but he will complain about it
Shut up. [ he exhales, breath ghosting over getou’s bare shoulder and as one hand tangles in his hair, cupping his head to keep him close. ]
[ his whole body feels warm and shivery, and each touch is a wave that crashes over him, excitement, anxiety, comfort from that familiar voice brings him. his mouth drags over getou’s jaw, pressing his forehead to getou’s temple. ]
Suguru… Come on and touch me already. [ he tugs at the fabric belt at getou’s waist, pulling it loose. ] Or I’ll get impatient.
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You don't want me to compliment you?
( Sly, but Geto does at least stop teasing long enough to place his hands against Gojo's clavicle, drag the calloused tips of his fingers all the way down. His chest is bare and it's been so long since he saw all that skin on show, since they were this close, and he used to have to resist the urge to touch - doesn't now. So a thumb sweeping over a nipple, circling the shape of it so that it buds beneath his touch, nail running light over the peak. He ducks closer, hair trailing against skin, and pulls that ripe cherry of it between his lips, sucking lightly.
A hunger yawns, a new greed.
When he pulls away it's with a wet sound, immediately descending on the other to tease it into the same shape, fingers worming their way to the waistband of Gojo's underwear. There's heat against his forearm, he drags a painted nail over the bulge present, another ravenous noise tugged from him against Gojo's chest. His eyes flash in the dim light, and then all at once he's moving to divest his old friend from the rest of his barriers, squirming so he can settle between his thighs, one leg thrown over a shoulder and Geto's semi-nervous laughter drifting over an erect cock. )
Fuck. ( Uncharacteristically shaken, his mouth watering. Fingers curl around the length, pump once. ) You feel so warm, Satoru.