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Gou holds him still, his hands steady and sure on Chase’s thighs. He’s sure that even if he didn’t, the reaper would stay as still as he possibly could where he’s laying on his back anyways, just out of pure defiance, but it’s the principle of the thing.
After all, it’s not like they /like/ each other or anything.
Chase grunts, his fingers scrabbling at the ground as Gou spreads his legs, his tongue plunging into him over and over again. It’s almost a game, at this point, to see just how much he can get Chase to react to his ministrations, to see how far he could take him apart before the roidmude decided to turn the tables and fight back. Not that he would ever do anything Chase wouldn’t enjoy, at least a little, but riling him up is always fun, and sometimes the backlash when he finally does snap is even more enjoyable.
He moves one hand, a slick finger sliding in alongside his tongue, and Chase jumps a little bit beneath him, a choked groan coming out as he reaches, trying to tangle his fingers into Gou’s hair (either to push him away or pull him closer) but grasping at air instead, opening and closing on nothing as he shudders at the sensations. Gou grins against his skin, like he’s won something, and pushes a second finger in beside the first, wishing that he could see just what kind of expression he was putting on the great Grim Reaper’s face.
But then, he thinks as he scissors his fingers and moves his tongue just the right way, and Chase lets out a strangled cry, this position is fine too.