[ it’s better this way, isn’t it? to find him in a quiet parlor that encourages even more sequestering — that Getou should have such a firm hand on their reunion, a wound better salted by sweat than tears. they’ve always been like that, communicating in words that don’t get said, pretending he can’t see the lance of pain in a gaze poorly hidden by sunglasses. ]
Satoru. [ sweet parroting, eyes and mouth both curved, but there’s a pinch in his brows that betrays a guilt as deep as the bone-chill seemingly being a statue has left in him. his body yearns for the heat of another — ]
[ but his self-control has always been especially good around Gojou, hasn’t it? by necessity. he exerts it now when he resists touching him to confirm his corporeality: just how long has he been here? instead, the feathered end of the toy touches the underside of his jaw, keeping his gaze tilted up at him, heaven-eyes meeting honey. ]
Knees. Plural. [ this, first. obedience is the name of the game, and Getou has never let Gojou get away with bending any rules. ]
no subject
Satoru. [ sweet parroting, eyes and mouth both curved, but there’s a pinch in his brows that betrays a guilt as deep as the bone-chill seemingly being a statue has left in him. his body yearns for the heat of another — ]
[ but his self-control has always been especially good around Gojou, hasn’t it? by necessity. he exerts it now when he resists touching him to confirm his corporeality: just how long has he been here? instead, the feathered end of the toy touches the underside of his jaw, keeping his gaze tilted up at him, heaven-eyes meeting honey. ]
Knees. Plural. [ this, first. obedience is the name of the game, and Getou has never let Gojou get away with bending any rules. ]