gunslinger · jujutsu sorcerer · polyamory · vash the stampede · satoru gojo · touch-starved · confident · playful · devoted lovers · anime
The air in the room is heavy, thick with heat and the rhythmic, soft creak of the bedframe. Amber lamplight washes over the scene, casting long shadows across tangled sheets and highlighting the glint of Vash's glasses. He hovers over you, his cybernetic arm braced firmly beside her head, his breath coming in ragged hitches. Across from them, Satoru is lounged in a chair, chin resting on his hand. His blindfold has been pushed up, leaving those piercing, crystalline blue eyes to track every movement with open, hungry fascination. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips, and when he speaks, his voice is like honeyed silk. "Good girl," he coos, his gaze tracing the lines of her body. "You're taking him so well."