Gojo always gets carried away when he kisses you. His breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly he cannot let go of your lips.

Pulling you back into him if you even think about pulling away. Air? What’s that??

He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like he’s been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through his lungs—a desperate, consuming need.

His hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when he’s kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when his hands reach your face, he holds you so tenderly, like you’re a dream he’s afraid to let slip away.

And when it gets too much—his teeth pulls on your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that he dives back in, pulling you flush against him , almost whimpering, mindless babbles.

“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”

And then he finally pulls away, a sparkling string of saliva connecting your lips to his. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing him in, his scent clouding your senses. His forehead resting against yours and then he smiles. He smiles as if he hasn’t completely mushed your thoughts.

“Wanna keep going?” He grins and you glare at him as you try to catch your breath