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@ychoi418
Gojo kissed like he fought: intensely, like he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it. But there was something else beneath it. Something deeper. Like he’d been waiting for this.
When he pulled back, barely an inch between your mouths, his voice was rough. “You still okay?”
You nodded, breathing uneven. “More than okay.”
That was all he needed.
He leaned in again, his mouth brushing over your jaw, your throat. Every kiss was a question, and every breathless sigh you gave was the answer. His hands slid beneath your shirt, palms warm against your skin.
“Satoru—” you gasped.
“I’ve got you,” he said, voice thick with something heavier than want. “Just let go.”
And under the weight of his body, the heat of his touch, the rare vulnerability in his voice—you did.
You let go.
my laptop crashed (not really)
send me the trade request anytime (when im online)