𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐈𝐈

Hey there! Just a heads-up: this chapter contains some mature content with explicit themes, so please read at your own discretion. Make sure you're comfortable with mature content before proceeding. Enjoy the chapter!

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The world around [M/N] fading as he drifts into a deep sleep. The dim light of the room is replaced by a warm, golden hue, and suddenly he's back in that hotel room-the very one they stayed in just a few days ago. He's sitting on the plush bed, back resting against the soft pillows and headboard.
The room smells faintly of lavender, and the quiet hum of the city below barely reaches him.

The door to the bathroom creaks open, and there stands Gojo. His white hair is damp, clinging slightly to his forehead, and he's only wearing a loose bathrobe that barely hangs on his shoulders, revealing the smooth skin of his chest. There's a languid, almost predatory grace to the way he moves as he steps out, his gaze locking onto [M/N]'s. Those crystal blue eyes are half-lidded, gleaming with something dark and inviting.

Gojo's lips curl into a teasing smile, his gaze never leaving [M/N] as he slowly approaches the bed. [M/N] feels his heart skip a beat, heat already pooling in his belly, as Gojo reaches the edge of the bed and climbs onto it with an almost feline grace. The mattress dips under Gojo's weight as he moves closer, his eyes burning into [M/N]'s, and [M/N] can't help the way his breath hitches.

"Waiting for me, hmm?" Gojo's voice is low and velvety, a playful lilt in his tone as he settles himself on [M/N]'s lap, straddling him. The loose bathrobe slips further down Gojo's shoulders, revealing more of his pale skin. [M/N] feels the warmth of Gojo's body so close, his blush deepening when Gojo's fingers reach out to trace the curve of his jaw.

"I-" [M/N] tries to respond, but his voice catches in his throat when Gojo leans in, their breaths mingling, lips just inches apart. Then, without another word, Gojo presses his lips to [M/N]'s, the kiss slow and teasing at first-like he's testing the waters, savoring the moment. [M/N] feels his eyes flutter shut as he returns the kiss, hands instinctively finding Gojo's waist, holding him steady.

The kiss deepens quickly, all hesitation evaporating. Gojo's tongue slips past [M/N]'s parted lips, exploring him with a needy urgency that makes [M/N] groan into the kiss. His hands slide up Gojo's back, feeling the way his muscles tense and relax under his touch, and he pulls him closer until there's no space left between them.

Gojo's lips leave [M/N]'s just long enough to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw, trailing to the side of his neck. [M/ NI shivers at the sensation, his fingers tangling in Gojo's damp hair. He tilts his head back, exposing more of his neck to Gojo's eager lips, and a quiet moan slips from his own.

The sound seems to spur Gojo on, his hips pressing down against [M/N]'s lap as he sucks lightly at the skin of [M/N]'s throat. [M/N] can feel the heat between them intensifying, the thin fabric of his clothes suddenly too much. Gojo's mouth moves lower, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just above [M/N]'s collarbone, and [M/N] feels a surge of desire rush through him.

"Mmm, you look so good like this," Gojo murmurs, his voice breathless and thick with want as he pulls back slightly to look at [M/N], his cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their kisses. Then he grins, wicked and teasing. "Mind if I mark you up a little?"

[M/N] doesn't get the chance to respond before Gojo's mouth is back on him, teeth and tongue leaving a trail of wet heat down his neck, and then lower. He gasps as Gojo's lips latch onto a spot near his collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. It's too much and not enough all at once, and [M/N] grips Gojo's hips harder, his fingers digging into the fabric of the bathrobe.