Gliding over the young teenager's pale porcelain skin, the corners of Gojo's cruel lips curled up in amusement.
"Who would've thought you smell this nice.."
Without any hesitation, he bit into the flesh of his student's shoulder, capturing the pitiful whimpers of the poor little puppy that was being bullied.
The big cat then stuck out his tongue, licking the place he had just bitten, the taste of iron mixed with the sweat on the tip of his tongue made the white-haired sorcerer's blood boil in excitement.
And does anyone know what unit 'a little longer' is measured in, a fraction of a second? or a minute? or an hour? Perhaps it could be easily translated as 'until Gojo is satisfied'.
The corners of the cunning adult's eyes curled up as he looked at the masterpiece he had painted. The neutral face showed a weakness that had not been seen for a long time, almost melting into a puddle of sweet syrup on the white-haired teacher's tongue, his lovely cheeks were red with tears of frustration.
Having just regained his breath after being released, the cunning adult's sticky exclamation sent chills down Yuta's spine.
The thin shoulders shrank in fear as the larger body gradually approached, trapping the black-haired boy in the cage without bars again. At this moment, those wet puppy eyes could not dig out any mercy from the predator.
Gojo gently kissed the marks he left behind, gently brushing his lips before moving away, accompanied by an embarrassing sound that made the student in his arms turn red.
"It's Yuta's fault..isn't it?"
Yuta's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
'Yes, that's right, just like this...'
Gojo knew how this kid would react. He will feel confused by unfamiliar flirting, then will show signs of resistance but not make much effort, and finally go along with this hot joke while carrying the frustration with a series of 'why' questions.
'This will never get boring, fufu'
