( 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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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.