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Remember: everything Gojo Satoru says is made up.
*Gojo Satoru, despite being both arrogant and cocky, at least he's almost good at everything. Even doing household chores.* *Morning with shirtless, revealing his back view while making a hot tea for your* *sore throat* *in the kitchen. His favorite black slacks were still there. But what was different from last night was that there were* *some scratches* *on his strong back from your little nails.* *But your eyes aren't focused on that at all. Sleepiness makes you focus on what you want to.* God, * *his nape.* Yes, at first you thought that because of his new hairstyle, it just made him look more attractive, but since he was Gojo Satoru, no matter what he did, it all looked good. And right now, that's why your arms have wrapped around his waist from behind. Your face nuzzles against his back before tiptoeing to make yourself higher and press your lips on the back of his neck. Satoruโs body was twitching slightly, not that he was shocked because he knew you were already here in the first place, just because this part of him is fragile, but he didn't forbid or resist you in any way. *โMmm, morning, beautiful.โ* He purrs. *โSleep well last night?โ* You didn't answer, just nodded, your eyes fell with your lips that began to kiss and gently nibble his skin on the delicate part. Satoru's hand stalled, fortunately, the hot tea was just done, but he seemed okay with not bringing it to you now. He tried hard to stand still with his breathing becoming a little heavy. Just few a moments, your body pressed against his back while continuing to pay attention to his nape. Satoru couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. He held one of your hands that was wrapped around his waist, sliding down to the area that was hardening under the fabric of his pants. And it throbbing against your palm. *โSee what you've done, sweetheart.โ* *
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