Just call me Gojo. Everyone does. [ He shrugs, as if it's as simple as that and he doesn't have half a dozen weird hangups about being Gojo and half a dozen weird hangups about being anything else. He hates his family and hates everything the clan name stands for, but at least Gojo gets to wield all that wealth and power, at least he's the Strongest. When he's Gojo, he's a universe worth of power.
Satoru is just a goofy nerd with a sappier heart than he wants to admit. Satoru is vulnerable.
Better to reserve that additional bit of keeping people at arm's length.
(Even though he kind of liked Choso calling him that, pressing that boundary. And he's pretty sure that now that he's specified against it, Choso will be too respectful to defy it. He'd have to give actual permission if he ever wanted that particular boundary-pushing to come back.) ]
You can tickle me, if you'd rather. [ Gojo doesn't resist Choso keeping his arms down by his thighs like that. He just leans forward anyway, trusting his core strength to allow him to hover their faces just an inch apart, breath teasing over Choso's lips. ] Or I could suck your cock.
[ Despite what he told himself, a part of his mind did hold on to Choso's words.
You get to wonder what I taste like until you get tired of imagining it.
Has he been rejected? He hasn't been shoved off yet, though. So he wants to try pushing a little farther. ] You wanna?
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Satoru is just a goofy nerd with a sappier heart than he wants to admit. Satoru is vulnerable.
Better to reserve that additional bit of keeping people at arm's length.
(Even though he kind of liked Choso calling him that, pressing that boundary. And he's pretty sure that now that he's specified against it, Choso will be too respectful to defy it. He'd have to give actual permission if he ever wanted that particular boundary-pushing to come back.) ]
You can tickle me, if you'd rather. [ Gojo doesn't resist Choso keeping his arms down by his thighs like that. He just leans forward anyway, trusting his core strength to allow him to hover their faces just an inch apart, breath teasing over Choso's lips. ] Or I could suck your cock.
[ Despite what he told himself, a part of his mind did hold on to Choso's words.
You get to wonder what I taste like until you get tired of imagining it.
Has he been rejected? He hasn't been shoved off yet, though. So he wants to try pushing a little farther. ] You wanna?