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young gojo

He misses, key scratching the wood. Suguru giggles in his ear, then his lips on his neck. Wet. Nibbling.   "Aim better, Satoru," he purrs his name, slipping his hands under the shirt. The lightest touch and the ghost of a kiss on his nape.   Satoru tries again. Misses. Huffing a frustrated laugh. Suguru’s nails on his ribs then. Dragging them down as though he wants to slip under it too. Another fabric to get rid of.   "Do you ever think about me? When you’re back home?" he asks, suddenly it’s important for him to know, and Suguru stills behind him. There’s a second or two that feel like a cliffhanger. Like a bitter cold wind swaddling him in the middle of the heat. Suguru presses himself closer. Satoru’s eyes shut. He can’t. He needs to hear it before he can—  A kiss. Barest. Easiest. On the nape of his neck. And Suguru’s breath kissing him to. Hands stilling then tightening the hold on his ribs, now counting them.   "All the time," he replies. 

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geto in my style

a lil sketch again

to me, are you doing good?

Insomnia.

gojo/shoko

'back practice' but the first one is humbly titled "waist.jpg".

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