Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
He makes a face that is complete dissatisfaction, as if her reminder is a sour tangerine he’s bitten into, all the while expecting a sweet one. ”Yeah, there too, I guess,” he grumbles lightly, one hand rising to flop the concession around in the air half-heartedly. ”Maybe we save that for last,” perhaps when they are too old to remember.
The sag of his expression around the sea tightens up as her hand finds his face, drawing his eye back with a careful sincerity. It doesn’t replace the playfulness that’s risen, but fits over it, giving his features a warm haze that supports youthful dreams and reckless love. Each word she parcels out for him lands like cotton candy on his tongue, dissolving into him with a smile and a sweetness that lingers. His lips quirk to the side, and he tries to shift his head to sneak a kiss to her hand without losing sight of her eyes.
”You do not need to apologize,” he murmurs into her skin, closing his eyes briefly as he leans into the feel of her fully. ”We are not perfect either.” They will stumble again, he is sure. They won’t always see eye to eye, or agree on a path forward, and it may cost more than they’ve already spent to endure it. What matters, what he’s sure of, is that they always find a way back to each other and try to be better than they were.
Which is about exactly what she says as she leans forward. His eyes lift slowly, reaching out to the seaglass that shimmers just ahead of him. His breath comes in shallow, caught briefly in his throat at the sight of her, as if she’s leaning in for their first kiss and not their zillionth. ”Forever and then some,” he agrees, the promise an exhale that curls up against their skin and into their hair, as sure as stardust.
His lips are sadly left wanting as she pulls away instead, fingers like a trill that matches the sudden flutter in her voice as they whisk down his chest in a playful waltz. ”Your shower?” he repeats, gaze rising to the upper corner where thoughts and considerations live. ”Hmmm,” he thinks, the show only lasting briefly before his grin streaks out in clear answer, rising to her tease with rapid ease. Suddenly, he grips her sides and rolls her over onto her back against the couch, bowing over her with a nearness that pauses just above her mouth. ”Last one there doesn’t get dessert,” he whispers before he’s gone, sprinting down the hall with a wicked laugh.
[FIN]
The sag of his expression around the sea tightens up as her hand finds his face, drawing his eye back with a careful sincerity. It doesn’t replace the playfulness that’s risen, but fits over it, giving his features a warm haze that supports youthful dreams and reckless love. Each word she parcels out for him lands like cotton candy on his tongue, dissolving into him with a smile and a sweetness that lingers. His lips quirk to the side, and he tries to shift his head to sneak a kiss to her hand without losing sight of her eyes.
”You do not need to apologize,” he murmurs into her skin, closing his eyes briefly as he leans into the feel of her fully. ”We are not perfect either.” They will stumble again, he is sure. They won’t always see eye to eye, or agree on a path forward, and it may cost more than they’ve already spent to endure it. What matters, what he’s sure of, is that they always find a way back to each other and try to be better than they were.
Which is about exactly what she says as she leans forward. His eyes lift slowly, reaching out to the seaglass that shimmers just ahead of him. His breath comes in shallow, caught briefly in his throat at the sight of her, as if she’s leaning in for their first kiss and not their zillionth. ”Forever and then some,” he agrees, the promise an exhale that curls up against their skin and into their hair, as sure as stardust.
His lips are sadly left wanting as she pulls away instead, fingers like a trill that matches the sudden flutter in her voice as they whisk down his chest in a playful waltz. ”Your shower?” he repeats, gaze rising to the upper corner where thoughts and considerations live. ”Hmmm,” he thinks, the show only lasting briefly before his grin streaks out in clear answer, rising to her tease with rapid ease. Suddenly, he grips her sides and rolls her over onto her back against the couch, bowing over her with a nearness that pauses just above her mouth. ”Last one there doesn’t get dessert,” he whispers before he’s gone, sprinting down the hall with a wicked laugh.
[FIN]
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
