( He can feel the smug amusement radiating from Gojo Satoru even if he can't see it, something that has the sharp edge of a tooth nipping against his bottom lip in petty retaliation. A part of him doesn't really mind - of course he would be entertained, Geto folded first - and the rest of him is too busy revelling in the fact that he's actually doing something about the feelings he's ignored for over a decade. It's a little clumsy at first, he's out of practise despite their previous kiss. It's not like he does this a lot, and he'd been tipsy the first time. But there's something about this that feels heady.
Powerful.
The other hand settles against Gojo's waist, fingertips flexing like a cat. The one against his cheek moves to tug on white locks when they part to breathe, his own vaguely exasperated mirth colouring his tone. ) Stop that.
( Stop what? Who knows. Just his general aura, maybe? Geto's kissing him as hard as he can immediately after, hunger unleashed, fingertips sneaking under the hem of Gojo's shirt with a greed that surprises him. )
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Powerful.
The other hand settles against Gojo's waist, fingertips flexing like a cat. The one against his cheek moves to tug on white locks when they part to breathe, his own vaguely exasperated mirth colouring his tone. ) Stop that.
( Stop what? Who knows. Just his general aura, maybe? Geto's kissing him as hard as he can immediately after, hunger unleashed, fingertips sneaking under the hem of Gojo's shirt with a greed that surprises him. )