Magic potion 五条悟

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I pulled my gaze from his member and looked into his deep turquoise eyes, which were slightly hidden in his lids. His lips weren't touching; he was gasping for air in a strained manner. I placed my hand on his collarbone, and his other hand supported my waist, but my delaying actions caused him to aggravatingly push me onto him, making our bodies touch unavoidably. I nearly swallowed the contents in my mouth and gasped within my throat. He tilted his head, his eyes observing me and my every action above his glasses. My hand wandered from his upper body towards his face; touching him for real felt indescribable different than him always being shielded with infinity from us and everything else. I started grinning at the drawn-out imagery of my next action in my head. Despite him being the strongest, there was no chance he'd know what I'd do to him next. My hand trailed to the underside of his chin; his eyes were fixated on me, his eyebrows slightly raised. His lips left a tiny gap. I slowly moved my legs, which found their way on his lap, eventually closer to his member again. My other hand used his head as support. Addictively soft and silky. He smelled compellingly good as well. He chuckled at the sudden halt of my movements and the overall change in atmosphere between us. I got slightly distracted. The imagination of having poison and that in my mouth made me have an actual existential crisis. But it was easy to drive off that specific thought in this situation and to shift my focus back onto the important things.
Our lips met for a second and I continued to move down to his jaw planting small kisses along his neck. I looked up and saw him close his eyes and leaning his head back all while not neglecting his part in this. His hand trailed down my waist but suddenly found their way back to my neck again. I felt a slight wave of disappointment overcome me. Damn I was too eager. I came back to his palish rose lips. My tongue left the roof of my mouth, and the content I kept inside found its way to the other person's mouth. I felt him jolting under me once he'd identified it. I giggled, Gojo tilted his head away from me, and the content mixed with our saliva in both of our mouths started leaking out due to the sudden movement of his and my tongue. His hand retreated, pushing me away from him and down onto the couch, yet his body made sure not to reduce the distance between us.
I nibbled on my bottom lip. Did I go too far? Maybe I should've-His lips crashed into mine with a pace I couldn't keep up with so sudden. So receiving what he'd just released did not bother him at all. I suddenly found myself under him gasping out. He stopped his movement I hated how this angle prevented me from seeing the expression on his face. It was extremely dark and the only thing I could make out was the outline of his silhouette. My hands slowly removed the accessory from his face, and it almost looked like they were shining through the shadow cast on his face. Now that he was looking down on me, his hair followed gravity, falling straight into his face, which tickled something deep inside of me. Bro still looked majestic. The amount of excitement I got from his intense glare directed towards me like a predator trying to prove its superiority was causing the butterflies in my stomach to start gnawing my insides, at least that's how it felt. But most likely, maybe I really did make him mad. That would be awesome actually. I caught myself crazily obsessed with provoking the strongest man alive and strangely not feeling scared at all. Well no, that would be a lie. I felt slight fear, but I liked it. While my heart was about to pump through my rib cage Gojo allowed no space to escape pinning me down. I felt his hand gently sliding along my waistline. I couldn't stop myself from hoping it to reach that place but again, I felt disappointment filling me as his movement suddenly stopped. He chuckled at my reaction which I let out unintentionally. His head tilted down, stopped only a millimeter away from my lips, I felt his breath on my skin. He placed his head on the left side of my neck, giving me the opportunity to smell the place where he applied his cologne on his neck. Fire ignited in me, the moment his lips met my skin just below my ear not forgetting his hand, that crept under my shirt which pick up the fabric of my shirt and slid on top his hand following it's trail. The place on my neck was gradually getting warmer and wetter. I felt my senses heighten as coldness hit it right after his release and now it was craving for more caressing. Luckily he fulfilled my perverted wish, he placed his lips back on that same place and added suction this time, with the noticeable intention to mark me with something visible. The intensity of it clashed with my heightened senses and resulted in immense pleasure, so much that it hurt at the same time. I tried putting my arms on his back and shoulder, hugging him, but it was hard to concentrate. For a moment I got the sense that he was in absolute control, yet also in the most vulnerable state, since my body was all over him, touching him, feeling him. Though his words suddenly came out of random, "This works for me", I lifted my head again only to reply "Seriously?" Glaring into his blue orbs, fumbling the mark he left on my neck. "Nah don't hide that", his hand clashed against mine", it looks pretty nice", he added ignoring my question to take off his last layer of clothing on his upper body. I neglected my part in this and just followed his movements. We stare at each other, it gets awkward. His expression finally notified me of my lack of participation. "You already made me swallow that shit, I want compensation", I snort unavoidable at the imagination. "Were both fucked anyways", I added, thinking about the poison I originally had to suck out too...and get rid of but it ended up in both our bodies. I'm somehow glad that my vision is completely useless in the darkness, otherwise I probably would've destroyed the mood by accidentally looking and laughing at his cock, clearly protruding out of his pants. I get taken back to reality, once he leaned back and started to graze my back slowly, fondling every spot he hadn't touched yet. A sudden touch on an unfamiliar place made me jolt and arch my back followed by a tiny gasp. Enjoying the moment and feeling embarrassed by the reaction my body had just produced to his touches at the same time, I turned my face away from him to avoid his gaze. I might've been blushing, I might've been feeling scared but I wasn't a fan of being embarrassed if that made any sense. His hair tickled me. But during that moment no solution came to my mind to hide my feelings I was embarrassed of. Gojo stopped, noticing that I faced the opposite direction and lifted his head to match the height my eyes. Yet I couldn't look into them, knowing he was grinning in self victory and the feeling of superiority. I was ashamed, but at the same time I was craving more. The same atmosphere whereas I stopped the action took over again. Gojo had a grin on his face, I had to contain myself from wanting to express myself more vocally next time. Having both of his well toned arms and hands placed next to me, I noticed my mind suddenly flipping the switch. Why should I contain it? Why should I pretend to be proud and innocent. I'm facing the hottest fucking guy alive, better grab the chance and do it all. A chuckle escaped my lips and I mumbled "Ah fuck it." before I grab him by his neck and pulled him close to me. My senses become completely immersed in his cologne's musky scent. I was becoming more and more obsessed with him, in every sense. Our foreheads touched, and this time I glared into his eyes. It looked slightly unsexy, but underneath his eyes shimmered his eight pack and v-line, everything way out of my league and I try not to mess up the words in my mouth. "Stop messing around and get real." He allowed a deep and long exchange of eye contact and smiled until he intertwined my fingers with his. "Only", he raised his eyebrows and grinned, "if you beg for it"
My mouth opened, shocked by this cringe awakening feeling I am unable to stay serious.
The delivery was fine but the reality was way too much. He placed his knee close to my most sensitive part and I'm afraid he would feel my lively pulse going thrice the normal pace at that spot. Then I saw the right corner of his mouth slowly creeping up his face looking like it's fighting against the muscles in it. My mouth was still leaving an open gap. He planted a soft kiss onto my lips before bursting into laughter and hugging me tightly. "The face you were making", he explains between laughter, "Was too good, man! I never had to control myself that much", I was stunned, I didn't know which Gojo to prefer. The predatory one or the one who just ruined the sexy mood. His next sentence caused a pause in between the beats of my heart "I'm sorry my love", he chuckled.