[ fushiguro toji is most definitely the only person who can get under geto's skin like this, and so swiftly, too. he hates this. he hates everything about all of this, the unsettling, infuriating nature of all of this, when toji is pressed so intimately and so closely that all that rises in him is contempt and distaste -- and one hell of a hatred for the one person who can actually unsettle him to such an extent.
he feels the way that arm wraps around him, acutely aware that he's tracing over the scar he still sports, no thanks to this bastard. that single, wet, wet lick just about pushes him right to the limit. everything in him roars to commit violence, to beat the everliving shit out of him and put him right into his grave again. but more than anything, geto remembers just how deadly toji is, and so he --
-- leans the fuck back, right flush against him, his smug and playful veneer masking the murderous rage right underneath it. his hand comes up to grip the arm that's around his neck, digging in. geto suguru has become much stronger and more dangerous in the years that have passed; as it turns out, hunting down and toying with seventeen year old sorcerers before murdering them in scant minutes really can motivate a person. tipping his head back so he's just about resting on his shoulder, he just about purrs, because fuck you, asshole. ]
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he feels the way that arm wraps around him, acutely aware that he's tracing over the scar he still sports, no thanks to this bastard. that single, wet, wet lick just about pushes him right to the limit. everything in him roars to commit violence, to beat the everliving shit out of him and put him right into his grave again. but more than anything, geto remembers just how deadly toji is, and so he --
-- leans the fuck back, right flush against him, his smug and playful veneer masking the murderous rage right underneath it. his hand comes up to grip the arm that's around his neck, digging in. geto suguru has become much stronger and more dangerous in the years that have passed; as it turns out, hunting down and toying with seventeen year old sorcerers before murdering them in scant minutes really can motivate a person. tipping his head back so he's just about resting on his shoulder, he just about purrs, because fuck you, asshole. ]
Why don't you remind me?