@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. you don't think i should show off?
he questions with a cocked brow and a challenge shining in his bright blue eyes, only for his expression to shift to a petulant, childish pout at the sting on his thighs. suguru's following actions earn a shudder from the strongest sorcerer, eyes becoming heavy with want.
i don't think anyone could ever be you, geto suguru. no one could...
he sighs, leaning forward to press his own kisses upon suguru's warm neck.
now stop in' teasing me... please?
@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. yeaaah? you were always such a showoff. so smug with that grin of yours.
with that invitation, suguru had half the mind to ravage the other right there and then. be mean and bruise him up real nice, just to hear more of the whines. they're like music to his ears after all... but he's got more self restraint than satoru does, so all he's doing for now is pinching at the other's thighs, playfully running clawed nails against bare , trying to invoke a reaction out of him.
that's the gist of it. no one else could ever be you, gojo satoru.
@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. now how can i ever regret that when it only shows the world that i belong to you, suguru?
he bares his neck to welcome the affection his lover's lips spread over his skin, the whine that leaves his own mouth turning into a groan and a laugh at the little pinch he receives. he groans again, sliding his hands from the other's biceps to his chest, pressing down on the muscle.
is it because no one could look like me? is that what you mean?
@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. mmm. have some self respect, satoru... i'd end up biting more marks than necessary on your skin, and you'll regret ever letting me.
teases him with a few more kisses trailing down the expanse of his neck, lightly pinching his with a laugh.
maybe i'm desirable, but no one else could ever be as beautiful as you. that's why envy is an emotion i sense heavy in the air whenever people are in the same vicinity as you.
@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. to you? never. you can always have me, suguru.
he kisses him willingly, almost chasing after the taste of the other's lips, a soft whine escaping him.
is it? i thought yours was.
@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. you. unless that's off limits.
head dipped to capture satoru's lips into a proper kiss, nibbling at the flesh and lapping across bottom tier as he tilts the other's face up towards him.
aaah, how pretty. can't get enough of this pretty face of yours, a subject of people's envy. ♡
@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. balls. plural.
he corrects lightheartedly as his own hands come up to squeeze suguru's biceps through his clothes.
yeah? then what do you wanna do, my love?
@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. or i could use it as my stress ball.
smooching across his face as hands so shamelessly squeeze around his .
can't be sleepy when i'm missing you...