. Shining Through With Such Pristine Depth, One Could Never Decipher Each And Every Prism Hue That Occupied

      𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓. shining through with such pristine depth, one could never decipher each and every prism hue that occupied those eyes. they were unyielding, bright as sunlight, and bearing into his which heavily contrasted them. void irises, dark as sable now peering back with flecks of auburn. arms fall between bodies, tepid palms cupping his jawline as thumbs drag slow 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 lines along his cheeks. adoration glosses over features, awe struck gaze searching aimlessly and only faltering when met with an unintended compliment. ❛ you think so ? ❞ forehead pressed to his, brunette lashes closing over lids whilst breath expelled like a chuckle, ❛ i never noticed. ❞ it was in that moment sight found his again, ❛ i’ve only ever had my attention on you . ❞

      the need to press lips causes warmth to rise in his chest, that condemning lust fluttering within ribcage drowning lungs and struggling to breathe through it. ❛ i want to see them more often. ❞ to have that stare etched into his mind would set mind at ease. even if their efforts were in vain against greater threats, 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 held heads above ground. above soft undisturbed soils, graves which were dug for each and every one of them. ❛ we never know when our last moments will be. ❞ it was like a revelation, and lately choso had been mourning the living. seeing him inspired hope.

Cont. [x] // @cadavors

Gojo’s every gesture is deliberate and conveys an unspoken promise of attention and care. His posture remains relaxed yet poised. An undeniable allure, combined with confidence and magnetic charm.

As Choso settles onto his lap, Satoru’s hand moves, resting with a tender touch on the other’s thigh.

He leans in slightly, his voice a smooth velvety whisper as he says, “ Hey~ ” The edges of his shell-pink lips grow into a smile, displaying a blend of affection and contentment. The warmth of Choso—a comforting weight that adds an intimate, cherished layer to the evening’s ambiance. Gojo feels deep satisfaction and pleasure in the connection, the closeness, and the mutual ease that defines their private interaction.

Oh? What an interesting request.

His free hand is motioned upwards to hook its fingers in the elastic blindfold. He pulls it over his unruly white hair, his eyes unveiled—two deep cerulean orbs, capturing and reflecting every hint of light in the room with an almost ethereal quality.

The heightened level of detail and clarity is much more appealing without his blindfold or glasses, compared to his infrared vision. He typically perceives heat signatures, able to interpret and differentiate the temperature gradients of individuals or objects.

And what a sight.

He is fixated on the captivating and sharply defined contour of Choso's gaze. Definitely one of his most compelling features, complementing his equally striking jet-black hair with spiky strands that stand out. Gojo’s eyes soften with appreciation for the other’s physical beauty and the essence of his sweetness.

“ Gorgeous— ” Gojo delivers a flirtatious remark.

     ❛❛                But            you         guys        ,                with         all            your                      ᵇˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ            ᵗᵃˡᵉⁿᵗˢ         ,                  lost            to             a            monkey                 like             me            who             can’t             even             use                 ʲ   ᵘ   ʲ   ᵘ   ᵗ   ˢ   ᵘ             .             ❜❜ 

      𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓. it’s sporadic movement from a simple human, unexpected and touching him as though having found something interesting to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃 away at. fingers snatch the other’s wrist, squeezing as that hand curled at his chin it was strong, how aggravating and yet so challenging. such a smug expression, causing his fist to clench until knuckles became stark white. breath expelled, bitterness on his tongue as it clicked behind teeth. before choso can strike him or otherwise shove away, they separate. being 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 allowed him withdraw, but there is a mixture of ire and flustered stillness in his stature. ❛ stop messing around, i’m not some plaything. ❞       

      seizing hold of the man’s collar, brows furrowed reeling up furled appendage and aching to 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 with his mouth. he talks a lot, grating words upon ears. they were meant to rile him up. and it was working well enough to where a 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋 response erupts as opposed to a physical one. he isn’t weak, and being underestimated is a fool’s viewpoint when met with an opponent. ❛ … i wouldn’t act so coy if i were you. ❞ he aims for the other’s jaw, a right hook in attempt to deal more damage. bet that will entertain him.

⁽ @cadavors ⁾ ― ： cont. from here .

 Toji    remains   unfazed   by   his   headbutt,   his   expression   quickly   shifting   from   a   mix   of   surprise    and   curiosity   to   one   of   arrogance.    (    clearly   not   appreciating   the   impact.   )    not    that    he   could    get   hurt    that   easily    or   even   feel    that    much    of    pain,   after   all   he's    special    unlike    the   rest,   he   was   bodily    graced   .    His   green    eyes   narrowing   in   annoyance   as   a   slow   smirk   forms   on   his   lips.        ❛❛        Oh,   feisty   little   thing   ,    i   like   that   .   ❜❜        His   tall   figure   towers   over   him   as   he   closes   the   distance   between    them   .   

  ❛❛    you   really   think   you're   in   a   position   to   make   threats,   hmm?           ❜❜    a    finger   under   the   other's   chin   to   have   a   better    look    of    his   face   but    it   was   a   matter   of   a   quick   movement   to   grab    him   by   his   cheeks   and   pull   him   closer   again   .     ❛❛     so   much   barking,       i   shall    muzzle    you,    would    look    good    on   you.       ❜❜     he   leaned   in   and    nippled    hard   the    other's    cheek   before   rolling   his   eyes   and   letting   go   off   him.       ❛❛     go   on,    keep    being    feisty    it   will   only    keep   me    entertained.     ❜❜  

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

grips his chin. “ Don’t look away now, I love watching you blush. ”

      𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. either hand belonging to the man now settled behind knees, positioning thighs with a delicate push . he wasn’t flexible enough to accommodate the fold and lower back substitutes his 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃 with an arch. that arousal pressing against him once bodies realigned. never could this have been predicted, not with the way gojo motions forward just a bit eager, yet able to restrain anything further. legs were closing in without realizing it, pressure settling at the hips notched between his legs. and as head became flush enough to tease, his expression crumbled with closed eyes.

      it was still a very odd concept to grasp, his memories and sense of common knowledge is the bare minimum granted when brought into this world. something that ensured he would remain a simple pawn, lacking the understanding where needed but 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 for his strength and disposed of just as swiftly. but the other gave benefit where many doubted him, satoru doesn’t use him for his own gain. chin captured between fingers elicits the softest exhale, chest stuttering as heart leaped. cerulean meets a dark wavering gaze, speaking tenderly and crooning with desire. don’t look away now, i love watching you blush.

      enticed skin is embellished with delicate hues, that which deepened. his voice, the way length guides itself inside each inch disappearing gives rise to the warm flesh splayed against his abdomen. making it that much harder and pining for attention, more often than not would 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 wash over him without touch. a curse feathered from parted lips, followed by his name through clenched teeth. they are connected, energy intertwined through dilated pupils and the languid thrust reaching depth not warranted to any no one save for him.

      withdraw is carried out with an immediate rinse and repeat. sliding back into place gently at first, then bordering harsher slams, striking nerves with that signature look of satisfaction when choso finally cries out. hands can only gather 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍 sheets / a way to brace himself and remain grounded despite unruly moans dragging from his throat. he can’t keep his eyes open, every movement causes them to wince and weigh heavy. it felt like sleep deprivation, how lashes fluttered and averted shut. in that moment, blood trickles from his mark, dripping down and sinking into the pillows propped behind.

@vzmky

*whispers during sex* thanks for temporarily filling my existential emptiness with ur dick