rarely so obedient and yet he sinks, cranium pillowed upon extremities. tugging the blindfold off to allow digits full spectrum, he idly folds it and places it on his stomach.
gojo’s thankful. it’s been a long time since he’s had something like this professionally done. vulnerability isn’t allowed, especially by the man, the myth, the legend.
he’s about to become a puddle of goo, a contented noise sounding in the back of his throat.
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there's no reason to stop, fine fingers travel to
different parts of the skull, a professional massage.
seeing results was more than just a visual pleasure.
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and relax, he does. though typically faux, a genuine relaxation is rare and few and far between. he soaks in the attention and affection, tension melting entirely.
if he stopped, gojo would be upset.