Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
"That's the spirit," he grins back at her whisper and her glare, the combo losing any real sting given the liquid roll of her body that follows suit. Leaning into the idea of them fighting still (hence why the silly hats are still on), he grinds out a returning, "I hate you." It carries low and sensual, fed by the heat cradling him between her thighs. The meaning is further hollowed out with the way his gaze melts across her, the intention clear. He'd make up to her the rest of the day.
She leans back as if the thoughts of what they could do to one another have become too heavy for her to hold, the motion highlighting the slope of her neck and the line it cuts to the swell of her chest. The very idea sharpens his breath, a groan of a different sort joining hers as one hand reaches up, intending to help her carry this burden, or release her from it. His touch slides soft and slow from her collarbone up to her ear, thumb cupping her chin briefly. Again his hips reach up to the seat of her, the hand still on her hips guiding the point of the pressure. "I'm so mad," he mutters, a poor attempt at dramatized anger. Too lost in appraising the feel of her, he's quickly losing hold of the thread of being upset in any measure, pretend or otherwise.
She shifts, the heat eddying around and away in small degrees as the swell of something else rises. "Oh?" he wonders, touch reluctantly trailing down and away, gaze slipping from her skin back to the steady angle of her eyes. Koa's name is the last one he expects, and he stills very suddenly at the sound of it. He'd just seen his cousin, so his well being isn't called into question this time. She's just reassured it's them and no one else, so her desire for Koa is not something he worries at. That leaves... "look, if he has a bigger dick, I don't think that's something I can just do. Unless...maybe Frey?"
She leans back as if the thoughts of what they could do to one another have become too heavy for her to hold, the motion highlighting the slope of her neck and the line it cuts to the swell of her chest. The very idea sharpens his breath, a groan of a different sort joining hers as one hand reaches up, intending to help her carry this burden, or release her from it. His touch slides soft and slow from her collarbone up to her ear, thumb cupping her chin briefly. Again his hips reach up to the seat of her, the hand still on her hips guiding the point of the pressure. "I'm so mad," he mutters, a poor attempt at dramatized anger. Too lost in appraising the feel of her, he's quickly losing hold of the thread of being upset in any measure, pretend or otherwise.
She shifts, the heat eddying around and away in small degrees as the swell of something else rises. "Oh?" he wonders, touch reluctantly trailing down and away, gaze slipping from her skin back to the steady angle of her eyes. Koa's name is the last one he expects, and he stills very suddenly at the sound of it. He'd just seen his cousin, so his well being isn't called into question this time. She's just reassured it's them and no one else, so her desire for Koa is not something he worries at. That leaves... "look, if he has a bigger dick, I don't think that's something I can just do. Unless...maybe Frey?"
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
