( He's had his curses deliver gifts for mostly everyone in his small circle, too discomforted with the date to do anything but brood by himself in the quiet of his room. Maybe it says something that he even thought to do that, but he's not sure what, doesn't want to examine it too closely either way. He has the last of the presents left to deliver though, and he looks at the curse waiting before him, then to the bag, then to the wall before he sighs. It's disbanded just as easily as it's summoned, Geto climbing to his feet and snagging the parcel up between his fingertips. It feels monumental to shove slippers on his feet, check his hair in the mirror, but then he's out and at Gojo's door without another thought.
It opens, and Geto blinks at him, letting out a small half-mad sigh before he's muscling his way in. He hears the door close behind him more than he sees it, steeling himself to offer up the present, hoping that it will go better than Gojo's birthday. But it seems ... insignificant, suddenly. The gift gets set aside in silence, and Geto turns on his heel, dark gaze sweeping over the other man from head to toe.
He makes a shushing noise when Gojo opens his mouth, closing the distance between them just as sharply. Fingertips snag at the bandages wrapped around his best friend's face, tugging a loop down to expose the wild blue of his eyes. Then his palm flattens, cups around his cheek, whatever was left between them invaded as Geto pushes Gojo all the way back, pressing him against the door. His mouth follows, a bruising kiss that turns tender within seconds, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. It is, actually. He doesn't know why he waited. )
[ even gojo can't treat the 24th like any other day.
it... isn't exactly a year since his death (given the whole timeline disparity between worlds), but it's still christmas eve in neo tokyo and the date in and of itself holds a sort of weighty significance to him. even if his death doesn't play a major part in it (or so he's telling himself), suguru's does. it doesn't really matter that they're both here in this city. it isn't really a second chance, when either one of them could disappear at the drop of a hat.
so, the loss β the grief β will never fully ease. it has simply been postponed, set aside for the time being until fate decides to play her next cruel hand. he has already learned that lesson thrice with each quiet disappearance of a student within the span of a few months.
he really isn't in the mood to socialize today, only leaving his room to grab a meal or a drink. it seems like the same could be said for suguru, whose presence he can feel on the other side of the wall separating their bedrooms. his eyes follows that presence now as it makes its way towards his door and, without needing any prompting, he is already sliding that same door open to let geto in. looks like someone has come bearing a gift. still so festive and thoughtful, albeit the somber mood, eh?
he tries to comment as much, but as the fabric of his blindfold loosens and his mouth is sealed shut by an audacious pair of lips, most of his focus has gone towards suppressing the amused grin that's threatening to break out. behave β he can't ruin the moment when suguru is being so forward.
allowing himself to be pushed back against the door, gojo sinks into the depths of that kiss, his tongue sliding out to graze along geto's bottom lip, as his left arm snakes around his waist and his right hand finds purchase on the nape of his slender neck. what to do, what to do~ when he is making such a bold move today of all days? ]
( 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. )
[ what geto lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. besides, gojo doesn't mind his clumsiness. it's kinda cute, y'know?
they never talked about that first kiss a few months ago, when suguru had stopped by his room tipsy from a gala, and enough time has passed for gojo to assume that he was content leaving it as a tender memory. seems like he was wrong.
regardless, it feels a little too natural kissing geto again and a part of him is tempted to see just how far they're willing to take this.
at least that was the case, until he feels a wandering hand slide up his shirt. immediately, his fingers coil around suguru's wrist, halting him in his path. despite revealing his death to him not too long ago, gojo doubts that he will be ready to see what he has made sure to keep hidden from sight for almost a year now.
it would only spoil the mood. ] Are you planning toβ [ he playfully nips his bottom lip right back, before it's his turn to break their kiss, still holding his hand at bay. ] strip me bare, Suguru? [ there is a sultry heat in his tone, bright blue hues lowering down to look into a pair of purple. ]
You're makin' me feel shy with how bold you're being, so [ simultaneously removing geto's hand from under his shirt, gojo continues to speak, as he starts to leave a trial of light kisses down the crux of his neck. ] why don't we strip you down first, hm?
( He stills when Gojo grabs his wrist, eyes lifting back up to his face. It's a fact that he wouldn't force it, is already ready to give his friend space before he talks, but there's nothing that suggests his touch is unwelcome and so whatever anxiety had risen easily dissipates again. ) Tch, you wouldn't know shy even if I force-fed you the page from the dictionary.
( Sweet nothings.
But Gojo is kissing his throat then, and if Geto thought he'd get through this with his wits about him than he now knows he's absolutely wrong about that. Already his pulse lifts, skin tingling. His other hand settles on a hip, holding the other man steady, a fine shudder running through him. )
Satoru. ( That old purr amped up. ) What is it?
( Don't think he's lost all his skills of perceptiveness when it comes to his best friend. They've just been rusty. )
it would be easy enough to distract him with a bolder, more aggressive move, but pushing it off is only postponing the inevitable. he has never been one to hesitate without considerable reason, which is what must've given him away. it would've been nice if suguru had just let it slide.
he stops what he's doing, as he lets out a barely audible breath. ]
Well, I guess there's no point in hidin' it.
[ he reaches back with one hand, tugging his shirt off by the collar to reveal the jagged scars circling his waist and left arm β undeniable proofs of his death. if he survived, then his rct would have never allowed a single mark to mar his body. ]
So, [ he angles his head at him, meeting his eyes. ] what do you think?
( A noise, half inquisitive, before understanding filters in. He pulls back with enough space to look, one hand immediately shifting to curve around Gojo's unmarked bicep like he'll disappear if Geto doesn't keep a hold. His fingers dig in, gaze resting on the scar around his waist, the jagged cruel edge of it, and if he had been burning with something before, it changes shape now.
Geto blinks, mouth twisting, palm moving to press against the edge. )
It doesn't make you look any sexier.
( Childish, and abrupt, but it's tease or cry and he's sure one would be worse than the other. )
Satoru. ( Softer than he means, thumb tracing a line. ) I'm sorry.
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let's pretend it's the 24th
It opens, and Geto blinks at him, letting out a small half-mad sigh before he's muscling his way in. He hears the door close behind him more than he sees it, steeling himself to offer up the present, hoping that it will go better than Gojo's birthday. But it seems ... insignificant, suddenly. The gift gets set aside in silence, and Geto turns on his heel, dark gaze sweeping over the other man from head to toe.
He makes a shushing noise when Gojo opens his mouth, closing the distance between them just as sharply. Fingertips snag at the bandages wrapped around his best friend's face, tugging a loop down to expose the wild blue of his eyes. Then his palm flattens, cups around his cheek, whatever was left between them invaded as Geto pushes Gojo all the way back, pressing him against the door. His mouth follows, a bruising kiss that turns tender within seconds, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. It is, actually. He doesn't know why he waited. )
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it... isn't exactly a year since his death (given the whole timeline disparity between worlds), but it's still christmas eve in neo tokyo and the date in and of itself holds a sort of weighty significance to him. even if his death doesn't play a major part in it (or so he's telling himself), suguru's does. it doesn't really matter that they're both here in this city. it isn't really a second chance, when either one of them could disappear at the drop of a hat.
so, the loss β the grief β will never fully ease. it has simply been postponed, set aside for the time being until fate decides to play her next cruel hand. he has already learned that lesson thrice with each quiet disappearance of a student within the span of a few months.
he really isn't in the mood to socialize today, only leaving his room to grab a meal or a drink. it seems like the same could be said for suguru, whose presence he can feel on the other side of the wall separating their bedrooms. his eyes follows that presence now as it makes its way towards his door and, without needing any prompting, he is already sliding that same door open to let geto in. looks like someone has come bearing a gift. still so festive and thoughtful, albeit the somber mood, eh?
he tries to comment as much, but as the fabric of his blindfold loosens and his mouth is sealed shut by an audacious pair of lips, most of his focus has gone towards suppressing the amused grin that's threatening to break out. behave β he can't ruin the moment when suguru is being so forward.
allowing himself to be pushed back against the door, gojo sinks into the depths of that kiss, his tongue sliding out to graze along geto's bottom lip, as his left arm snakes around his waist and his right hand finds purchase on the nape of his slender neck. what to do, what to do~ when he is making such a bold move today of all days? ]
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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. )
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they never talked about that first kiss a few months ago, when suguru had stopped by his room tipsy from a gala, and enough time has passed for gojo to assume that he was content leaving it as a tender memory. seems like he was wrong.
regardless, it feels a little too natural kissing geto again and a part of him is tempted to see just how far they're willing to take this.
at least that was the case, until he feels a wandering hand slide up his shirt. immediately, his fingers coil around suguru's wrist, halting him in his path. despite revealing his death to him not too long ago, gojo doubts that he will be ready to see what he has made sure to keep hidden from sight for almost a year now.
it would only spoil the mood. ] Are you planning toβ [ he playfully nips his bottom lip right back, before it's his turn to break their kiss, still holding his hand at bay. ] strip me bare, Suguru? [ there is a sultry heat in his tone, bright blue hues lowering down to look into a pair of purple. ]
You're makin' me feel shy with how bold you're being, so [ simultaneously removing geto's hand from under his shirt, gojo continues to speak, as he starts to leave a trial of light kisses down the crux of his neck. ] why don't we strip you down first, hm?
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( Sweet nothings.
But Gojo is kissing his throat then, and if Geto thought he'd get through this with his wits about him than he now knows he's absolutely wrong about that. Already his pulse lifts, skin tingling. His other hand settles on a hip, holding the other man steady, a fine shudder running through him. )
Satoru. ( That old purr amped up. ) What is it?
( Don't think he's lost all his skills of perceptiveness when it comes to his best friend. They've just been rusty. )
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it would be easy enough to distract him with a bolder, more aggressive move, but pushing it off is only postponing the inevitable. he has never been one to hesitate without considerable reason, which is what must've given him away. it would've been nice if suguru had just let it slide.
he stops what he's doing, as he lets out a barely audible breath. ]
Well, I guess there's no point in hidin' it.
[ he reaches back with one hand, tugging his shirt off by the collar to reveal the jagged scars circling his waist and left arm β undeniable proofs of his death. if he survived, then his rct would have never allowed a single mark to mar his body. ]
So, [ he angles his head at him, meeting his eyes. ] what do you think?
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Geto blinks, mouth twisting, palm moving to press against the edge. )
It doesn't make you look any sexier.
( Childish, and abrupt, but it's tease or cry and he's sure one would be worse than the other. )
Satoru. ( Softer than he means, thumb tracing a line. ) I'm sorry.
( For what? Everything, possibly. )