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Gojo takes the blindfold off... and suddenly it's not just about touch anymore. His eyes lock on yours, sharp blue and unrelenting, watching every twitch, every shiver, every sound you make. The deeper he pushes, the more his playful smirk twists into something hungrier-demanding, possessive. His words drip heat against your skin, taunting you to hold his gaze while he breaks you down piece by piece. Every thrust, every groan, every burning look says the same thing-nobody gets this side of him but you.