Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Although the fish hat is gone, its essence seems to linger in her with the way she starts to wriggle and writhe on the couch, hooked by his hand as surely as any deckside tackle. It's a swelling sense of command, inspiring her body to betray that clever cut he still sees angling his way in her eyes, sharpened in the corners of her mouth. Or, it would be, if in turn it didn't cause mutiny within his own rank and file. Watching her succumb to pleasure is enough to start an uprising (literally), every half-breath and roll of her bare skin like a beckon to some greater seat of power than his own. Delivering that pleasure to her, that is what turns idle chatter into action, as evidenced now by the proud stance of his cock, the usurper, as it fights to see the show.
She cinches down on his hand and the contact phantoms to his erection with a pulse that has his teeth gritting. He wanted to pull more out of her yet, but he'd long since used up his restraint with her when they had to keep talking, so there's no hope in staying strong enough now. His thumb curls inside her, as if testing the pull of a trigger, and he extracts himself with a reluctant roll. "Who's teasing?" he wonders, words raw with the force to shape them over a hitch in his breath, the desire clawing everything else in him. He pops his thumb in his mouth, pulling it out slowly, savoring her taste. "I was giving you options."
The laugh that breaks in his eyes and nowhere else tells the truth of the matter, that he absolutely meant to spin her out. Fuck if the look of her plotting his demise, pooled over the couch like sin made real, isn’t enough to bring him to his knees, much less give in completely. And oh, he does. Grabbing hold of either side of her hips and pressing in with a rumble of appreciation, he steps in where just his finger had been before, the tip of his cock landing there now with a blazing, eager certainty. His hips lean in as if being dragged, the weight of him pressing snug against her clit. Sensation blooms like fire across him and he shudders involuntary, breath flattening to his ribs. ”Guess I’m picking then,” comes the low, strangled sound, a voice just before it crumbles into a groan as his erection slides down and pushes into her slow and full.
She cinches down on his hand and the contact phantoms to his erection with a pulse that has his teeth gritting. He wanted to pull more out of her yet, but he'd long since used up his restraint with her when they had to keep talking, so there's no hope in staying strong enough now. His thumb curls inside her, as if testing the pull of a trigger, and he extracts himself with a reluctant roll. "Who's teasing?" he wonders, words raw with the force to shape them over a hitch in his breath, the desire clawing everything else in him. He pops his thumb in his mouth, pulling it out slowly, savoring her taste. "I was giving you options."
The laugh that breaks in his eyes and nowhere else tells the truth of the matter, that he absolutely meant to spin her out. Fuck if the look of her plotting his demise, pooled over the couch like sin made real, isn’t enough to bring him to his knees, much less give in completely. And oh, he does. Grabbing hold of either side of her hips and pressing in with a rumble of appreciation, he steps in where just his finger had been before, the tip of his cock landing there now with a blazing, eager certainty. His hips lean in as if being dragged, the weight of him pressing snug against her clit. Sensation blooms like fire across him and he shudders involuntary, breath flattening to his ribs. ”Guess I’m picking then,” comes the low, strangled sound, a voice just before it crumbles into a groan as his erection slides down and pushes into her slow and full.
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
