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CHARACTER NAME gojo satoru
CIVILIAN NAME morinaga tai
TEAM brimstone
HOUSING NUMBER 002
gorb: (xliii.)

[personal profile] gorb 2025-02-14 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
gorb: (lxx.)

[personal profile] gorb 2025-02-17 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
gorb: (cvii.)

[personal profile] gorb 2025-04-01 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.

( For what? Everything, possibly. )