@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. my students clown me on the daily. i'm not going to give them another reason to make fun of me. although, i never really mind.
he has a stupid smile on his face as he talks about his students, which turns into one that's pathetic and lovesick when suguru makes him look at him.
why are you asking? you know you can do anything you want to me. and i love getting marked by you.
@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. you're also known for your cheekiness. and what's stopping you, anyway? i'm sure your students are going to think you look cute in it.
a finger reaches beneath satoru's chin, pushing it upwards to coax his gaze towards him, his grin widening with pride.
just my expertise, i'm guessing. or you're just easily seduced. ... how about a hickey, 'toru? i haven't left one on you in a while.
@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. have i ever been anything but honest to you, suguru?
he smiles at the kiss he receives, his heart fluttering in his chest.
maybe, when i'm home. i can't exactly walk around in a shirt a few sizes too big for me when i'm working.
he chuckles, then, when he realizes something.
we've been together for how long and you still manage to make my heart do weird things in my chest. it's insane, actually.
@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. so awfully honest, satoru. it's endearing.
hands settle around each side of satoru's thighs, squeezing at what exposed the flesh he can reach into, a kiss pressing on top of his forehead.
what, wanna walk around in my shirt or something? so you can smell me the entire day? ♡
@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. in every which way. for you.
obeys without a second thought, taking his seat on suguru's thick thighs with his own on either side of his lap. he leans forward to rest his head on his shoulder, arms curling around his neck.
you smell good. as always.