When I was at the natural history museum, the fossil section had stickers on the glass to engage children - things like "Flap your arms like a pterodactyl" or "Measure your hand against the mosasaurus." However the first of these I encountered, which I found alarming and threatening without context, was a sticker reading "Struggle like you are stuck in a tar pit"
I feel like more bright colors, an exclamation mark, or a more whimsical font choice would've also helped here to indicate that it is a Fun Activity For Children. Instead it felt like getting instructed in my inevitable fate by a road sign
The passage of the seasons - Spring defeating Winter
Inspired by a short story in which Spring is embodied by a bring who faces winter and demands every living thing to awaken and fight to conquer a place on earth
happy fingers in mouth friday! it's now a canonical tag on ao3 š
I'm answering this two months late, but there's never a bad time to celebrate Fingers š In š Mouth š
Have a chunk of Gojou getting his mouth fingered to celebrate š¤
āArenāt we quite the animal,ā Gojou murmursāhis lips look swollen. āMaybe I can understand why Megumi keeps running away. Donāt get me wrong, Iām not complaining, but you know Megumiās a littleāmmph.ā
āDonāt talk about Fushiguro,ā Yuuji tells him, sliding his fingers deeper into Gojouās mouth; his tongue flexes wetly under them. āNot now. Not like this.ā
Gojou blinks, the motion languid in a way that feels as casually dangerous as everything else about him. The slick, swollen lips and the faint flush to his cheeks make him look painfully pretty, but the look in his eyes is just predatory.
Yuuji knows eyes like that. He grew up knowing them, learning them, until he started seeing them in the mirror too. He canāt decide if Gojouās storm of blues is really more unsettling than the ringed red heās used toābut theyāre still very pretty.
He lifts his other arm from the floor, adjusting his body for better balance, and cups the side of Gojouās face, stroking his thumb over the sharp curve of a cheekbone. Gojouās eyes donāt waver from Yuujiās, but Yuuji still feels like heās being watched and seen everywhereāhis mouth, his hands, even the cock aching dully between his legs.
He swallows thickly.
Gojou swallows too, just more gracefully. His tongue flexes again, but this time, it moves, twisting out from under Yuujiās fingers to push into the gap between them, hot and slick and dirty, and before Yuuji can do more than choke down a moan, Gojouās mouth closes properly around his fingers and sucks, spilling filthy little noises into the air.
Yuujiās cock throbs.
āFuck,ā he says again, a hundred times more helplessly.
Gojouās eyes flutter almost shut, only thin slivers of blue visible between thick white lashes, and his mouth grows more enthusiastic around Yuujiās fingers, alternating between wet twists of that tongue and sheer, searing suction, and Yuuji canāt not imagine all of it focused on another part of his body, and he canāt tell if the answering pulse of his cock is needy jealousy or sympathetic pleasure. He half wishes he had a hand to spare to touch it, and he does, technically, but he finds that he doesnāt want to stop touching Gojouās face.
His skin is soft. Its warmth is almost gentle compared to the blistering heat of his mouth.
Yuuji drags his thumb from the underside of Gojouās eyes to the corner of his occupied mouth, feeling the shape of his own fingers through the flesh of his cheek. Hot suction threatens to melt down the fingers inside Gojouās mouth, and the other three fingers on that hand feel cold and bereft.
Itās greedy to want more, to want to put his whole fist into that wet mouth and feel flesh shudder around his skin, but compared to the other things Yuuji wants from this man and his mouth and the entire rest of his body, it feels so harmless.
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