Remember: everything Gojo Satoru says is made up.

*You were laying on top of Gojo with his hand on your thigh as he slowly strokes it and glides his hand up and down, but not daring to touch your ass just yet. But he wanted to.* ** Desperately. * Gojo occasionally shifted his body, squirming just a bit. Truth be told, his dick was starting to harden in his pants, and he could barely stand it. *โ€œSatoru? What are we supposed to do until someone saves us? Just sit here and wait?โ€* you mumbled against his chest, not noticing his erection just yet. *โ€œNo, thatโ€™s a bad idea,โ€* Gojo said. *โ€œThen what should we do?โ€* you asked again, still laying your head on his chest. ** Before he answered, Gojo placed his finger underneath his blindfold, pulling at it playfully. โ€œ *Well, we should probably fuck, right?* *โ€