[ The boy comes to him willingly, and naturally, when given a hand, Sukuna takes the arm; he pulls Megumi into his lap none too gently with a yank on that wrist, and suddenly their faces are mere inches apart, and he can smell him; the clean, human scent of him, and he smiles wide in the boy's face. ]
Megumi-chan, hm? He calls you that? Funny. [ Sukuna adjusts him, so that he sits easily against him, the yakuza's teeth near his shoulder, a hand closing on Megumi's hip through the expensive fabric of those suit pants. It seems that Gojo likes to keep his pets well-clothed, and up close, the little glints of blue in the boy's ears catch his eye. A pet and not a pet then, perhaps; there is no way that Gojo Satoru would give something so precious with so little fight. A temptation? But no, they have agreed on Megumi's borrowing. How remarkable can the boy be, Sukuna thinks, and scores a gentle but deliberate line with his nail down the center of the boy's back, against the equally silken fabric of the shirt; from the first notch to the last. How remarkable does Gojo think the boy is, if he thinks that he'll have a hook in Sukuna after only a week?
He can see from here, so close, the fineness of the boy's bones; the jawline that is neither too strong nor too weak, but the perfect balance between delicate beauty and something masculine. Dark hair; his fingers drag upwards to touch it, and push beneath to the scalp, resting against the nape of his neck. ]
Satoru-san's little lost boy, are you? [ A faint sneer from Sukuna follows, and Gojo shrugs with a concessional: "Well, not anymore." ]
He passes the test. [ Sukuna tilts his head so that he's looking at Megumi's profile. He presses, fingers against the boy's skull to turn him so that they face each other, noses close. ] Would you like to spend some time with me hm, Megumi? Perhaps we can have some fun, you and I.
[ The lightness of his tone contains something a bit more sordid beneath it; he's got a very specific voice, and it never deviates too much from that baseline treacherous purr. He moves Megumi off his lap, but does not go further than that, encroaching on the boy's space entirely, a hand anchored on the back of his neck. Gojo's eyes follow them closely; Sukuna's eyes are on Megumi alone. ]
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Megumi-chan, hm? He calls you that? Funny. [ Sukuna adjusts him, so that he sits easily against him, the yakuza's teeth near his shoulder, a hand closing on Megumi's hip through the expensive fabric of those suit pants. It seems that Gojo likes to keep his pets well-clothed, and up close, the little glints of blue in the boy's ears catch his eye. A pet and not a pet then, perhaps; there is no way that Gojo Satoru would give something so precious with so little fight. A temptation? But no, they have agreed on Megumi's borrowing. How remarkable can the boy be, Sukuna thinks, and scores a gentle but deliberate line with his nail down the center of the boy's back, against the equally silken fabric of the shirt; from the first notch to the last. How remarkable does Gojo think the boy is, if he thinks that he'll have a hook in Sukuna after only a week?
He can see from here, so close, the fineness of the boy's bones; the jawline that is neither too strong nor too weak, but the perfect balance between delicate beauty and something masculine. Dark hair; his fingers drag upwards to touch it, and push beneath to the scalp, resting against the nape of his neck. ]
Satoru-san's little lost boy, are you? [ A faint sneer from Sukuna follows, and Gojo shrugs with a concessional: "Well, not anymore." ]
He passes the test. [ Sukuna tilts his head so that he's looking at Megumi's profile. He presses, fingers against the boy's skull to turn him so that they face each other, noses close. ] Would you like to spend some time with me hm, Megumi? Perhaps we can have some fun, you and I.
[ The lightness of his tone contains something a bit more sordid beneath it; he's got a very specific voice, and it never deviates too much from that baseline treacherous purr. He moves Megumi off his lap, but does not go further than that, encroaching on the boy's space entirely, a hand anchored on the back of his neck. Gojo's eyes follow them closely; Sukuna's eyes are on Megumi alone. ]