Ashton takes a nap around noon/early evening, when not on tour. Every once in a while though, nap time will happen when he’s stuck in a car.

‘Feel free to turn the radio to whatever.’ Not that he had to tell the other guys.

‘Purposely turns it to NPR’

‘I’ll whoop your ass’

‘I’d like to see you try, old man’

I’m unable to tell if the scuttling is within the walls or within my mind

Gojo needs comfort

“Sad,” Gojo mumbles under his breath, a hand ruffling at his hair as the other pulls the blind fold off as he sinks to his knees in front of you.

Long, slender fingers touch the bare skin of your legs. Gentle as they slide against the smooth skin, over the prominence of your knee cap and divots above it until they settle at the hem of the flowy skirt.

Gojo’s flirty fingers dip under the material to feel the edge of your panties with a groan, taking a small peak underneath, “So cute.”

He’s leaning closer and closer and right when you’re thinking he’s going lay his head on your lap - well he is but lifts your skirt up and tucks his head under it. You rolls your eyes as he cups both of your thighs, wrapping his arms under them. “Much better.”

His head forms a rounded bulge under your skirt, features and hair completely covered as you feel his hot breath against your inner thigh.

“You’re impossible, ‘toru.”