🎲 sugu kith or else .. 😔😔
* - A KISS ON THE BACK OF THE NECK .
it takes a lot to call gojo satoru a good man — he's a man that tries , tries too hard on some occasions and some would even argue that the balance of the universe is on the tips of his fingers . but then again , even a godlike man is just a man ; tangled around his lover like a greedy weed , all six of his eyes closed in bliss . suguru's scent hasn't changed over years of separation , a cool scent of sweetness that suited him and nobody else . trapped between the strongest’s arms , and legs , facing the giant window that surprisingly compliments a tiny motel like this . one star with a blinking light , cracked walls and a small bed , but he liked the food . and at least , the shower had hot water and a tub which satoru wasn't sure wouldn't break if he got inside it with suguru . besides , his legs were too long anyway . yet , sick with adoration , half a glass of cheap whiskey they had downstairs before coming to their room and he was thinking of stars and suguru's smiles . with a lazy grunt , he turns his head to lay his lips on the back of suguru's neck , lingering , painting a wet peck upon pale flesh . perhaps it wasn't a good idea to sit on the ground , but the lamp outside their window cast a pretty light upon the darkness of suguru's hair . ❛ mmm . . i'm so sleepy . ❜ but he doesn't want to sleep , hates his weakness against alcohol for stealing precious time he could spend devouring suguru . his arms tighten around the man's form , as he nuzzles his shoulder again , not even glancing at the sight suguru was busy staring at while he had his drink . his second glass , still not affecting him as it did satoru . ❛ you shouldn't drink too much . . it'll fuck your liver up . ❜ liver , he says , and his hand gives a squeeze to suguru's breast .
unhealthy habits that suguru had developed even during his younger years , used to worry satoru even though he believed nothing looked sexier than suguru gently blowing out the smoke in the warm air of their summer nights . it didn't quite stop making shoko chuckle with a roll of her eyes , telling him he should stop staring like he was going to eat him . ‘ you're too obvious— ‘ . he takes the glass away and lays it far away behind them , takes a hold of suguru's jaw and rolls his head toward his waiting kiss . dropping needily against alcohol wetted mouth , hand angling to curl around the pale throat ; though , marked thoroughly by a lover who insisted he should just burn all his turtlenecks away . ❛ you know . . ❜ satoru whispers , lets their bottom lips rub left and right against each other as his tug in a smirk . ❛ i can get you drunk too . ❜ perhaps this really isn't the time . it's the last day of their sneaky trip to okinawa . and tomorrow they were going to drive long hours to reach jujutsu tech after they got off the boat . it'd be hard to sit on the seat for long , for suguru anyway . though that didn't mean he'd stop his mind from wandering about more creative ways to sate his fire – what was alcohol even doing to him . he bites suguru's pierced earlobe . ❛ as drunk as i am . ❜
* - ' kisses. accepting